LOGINTristan Hayes' life took a sharp turn, one moment he was on the cusp of his dream then suddenly found himself drowning. Trauma surgeon residency was brutal enough; losing his scholarship was a knockout blow. Desperate, he swallowed his pride and became "Titan" at Club Inferno. Six months, and he was their star, his body a commodity. Tonight was his last dance – he was booked for a bachelorette party for a bride-to-be linked to the Mafia family. He remembered the haze of perfume, the clamor, the hands pulling him closer and the willing mouths tasting him. He remembered the bride, her eyes wide, her laughter turning into moans and gasps. He entertained the women, the night ending with the bride's face covered in his thick sticky seed. After this night, he wanted to close this chapter of his life. He wanted to forget it all. He should have. Tristan awoke in a cold, unfamiliar room, the fear paralyzing. Now, bound and gagged in a concrete cell, the memory was a burning brand. He learned why they called Giovanni Sokolov "The Siberian Winter." Giovanni, a face carved from granite, stood before him. "My bride," Giovanni’s voice was a low growl, "You entertained my fiancée, She died a week ago, trying to run away with a man. Your seed was the catalyst. You helped her betray me." Giovanni leaned closer, his eyes devoid of warmth. "She was running away, Dr. Hayes. You helped her crave forbidden fruit. You opened the door to betrayal." He smiled, a cruel, predatory expression. "Now, you will pay the price of her betrayal. You will take her place... as my companion in bed... my slave and my plaything. Don't worry I'll make you'll enjoy every second of it."
View MoreTRISTAN'S POV As we stood on the balcony, gazing out at the gardens, Giovanni's hand still clasped mine, I couldn't help but think about how far we'd come. From the darkness of the Bratva to the warmth of our little family, it was a journey I never could have imagined. "Hey, what's on your mind?" Giovanni asked, his voice low and husky, as he squeezed my hand. I turned to him, a smile spreading across my face. "Just thinking about how much our lives have changed," I said, my eyes locking onto his. "I mean, we're married, we have twins, and we're living a life that's completely our own. I'm a doctor, you're a successful CEO." Giovanni's expression softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "We've come a long way, haven't we?" he said, his voice filled with emotion. "From the moment I met you, I knew that you were someone special. That's why I never let you again. And now, here we are, building a life together." I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at him, my h
GIOVANNI'S POVWe waited at the school gate, hands in our pockets, eyes scanning the bustling crowd for our troublemakers. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow over the familiar chaos of the schoolyard. Tristan and I stood side by side, silently judging the spectacle that was our twins.Gio and Trist... our sons, were as different as night and day, but they were, in their own chaotic way, both perfect reflections of us.It didn’t take long before we spotted them emerging from the gate, their disheveled uniforms and wide, sheepish grins telling a story we didn’t need to hear.Tristan sighed heavily, crossing his arms over his chest, and his gaze narrowed on the twins. “Uh-oh, that looks like trouble.”I couldn't help but grin. As much as I wanted to scold them, part of me admired their spirited approach to life. It was just… everything they did was always turned up to five. They were mine and Tristan’s, after all.Tristan gave a low chuckle. “And I bet I know what ha
TRISTAN'S POVThree years had passed since that day—the day I said yes to Giovanni’s stubbornness, to his promise of a life together that I never knew I needed until I had it. And now, as we walked hand in hand through the bustling corridors of the hospital, it was hard to believe how much had changed. Giovanni, who once breathed danger and authority into every room he entered, had become a man who still wielded his power but did so quietly. The old Giovanni, the one of shadows and secrets, was still there, but now he had the warmth of a husband and soon, hopefully, a father.And me? Well, I was the chief trauma surgeon, a title I wore like a second skin. There were days when I could still hear the echoes of my first year... when I didn’t know how I was going to make it through. Now, I was the guy everyone called when things were at their worst, when lives hung in the balance. I had awards hanging on my walls, recognition from colleagues, and yes, even the occasional swooning nurse.
TRISTAN'S POVWe walked up the long, marble staircase to the Sokolov estate, the familiar echo of our steps a new reality. At the entrance, a figure perched on the steps, arms folded, waiting for us like a sentry.Anastasia was draped in a silk coat of midnight blue, her hair pinned back with a single silver hairpin that caught the light. She turned when she heard our footsteps, and a smile broke across her face that was equal parts mischief and relief.“Ah, there you are,” she said, her voice lilting. “You’ve been gone too long. I was beginning to think you’d been swallowed by the very shadows you promised to flee.”Giovanni laughed, “Anie, I’ve dragged my husband here to keep you from monopolizing him.” He nudged me gently with his elbow, a teasing glint in his eyes.Anastasia rolled her eyes dramatically, “You two have been together since sunrise. I was hoping for some drama, but I suppose the drama lives inside you.”I could feel the heat of Giovanni’s hand on my back as he guided
TRISTAN'S POVThe next morning the sun slipped through the cracked shutters of the Sokolov manor, stealing the last remnants of night‑time heat that still clung to my skin.I was still half‑asleep, the memory of Giovanni’s grin lingering on the underside of my eyelids, and the faint scent of his co
TRISTAN'S POVThe thick velvet curtains of the master suite were drawn, not to shut out the moonlight, but to seal us off from the world we had just ceremoniously acknowledged. The wedding reception just concluded, here, in the heart of our new, brutal reality, only the sound of ragged breathing ma
TRISTAN'S POVThe car's engine hummed softly beneath us, the rhythmic motion strangely soothing. Giovanni’s hand never left mine, his thumb still brushing over my knuckles in a steady, comforting pattern. He was quiet, his focus entirely on me, on the fact that I was still breathing, still wi
GIOVANNA POVThe light of dawn, which had once felt like a promise of bloody retribution, now filtered in, softening the edges of the room where Tristan had stood victorious.My impossible Tristan.He was right there, alive, breathing, annoyingly clever, and the sheer relief that still coursed thro









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