Predestined for the Mafia Boss

Yurich Counting weapons in the shed in Kislokan at the abandoned site set up for us to use as an ammunition counting point, far enough from prying eyes and close enough to my eyes."Dobriev, look who it is. " I told my new UnderBoss, after discovering a few months ago that large loads were being hijacked from routes I quickly killed the idiots and put him in the highest office for being a loyal man.Rats persist in trying to take the throne, they are like a plague that infests and replicates through the sewers, they should know that sitting in hell burns and dying at the hands of the devil is miserable torture, for none of them will last long in my hands.No one should know that we are here, in other words, someone has given it away, at least I already have some names that I listed just to separate the weapons that will be sent to Brazil, the land where weapons are always missing."Boss I put safety devices in the shed, we can blow everything up with them inside" Dobriev spoke quickly

Yurich I ignore the cynical looks as Dobriev tries to appease my quest to know who the person is that was here inside this room with me, how his soft voice was able to call out for the demon I carry with me. The pain of my injuries begins to shuffle my thoughts, but not enough to ignore the entrance that causes complete silence within the room. I watch the nurse next to me finishing what she said was a medication walk away, the doctors whispering among themselves, I see a short woman wearing a blue uniform with short sleeves, the blouse too big for her and the loose pants giving the appearance that her legs are even smaller. The large cheeks and the different features gave away her nationality, she is not Russian, the dark eyes analyzing each of the machines monitoring my heartbeat until our gazes locked. The mixture of innocence with fire in the dark irises is surprising, as if she didn't know she had dark desires inside of her somehow this just ignited the wolf that wants to run to

YurichA child without love, a man without morals, and a life based on carnage is in this diabolical friend in which I am always being shaped, when something good or beautiful appears I have a perverse taste in touching. Unlike Midas does not become gleaming like gold but distorts into ashes heaped at my feet, destroying any goodness is easy, breaking beauty is as natural as dawn. Your innocent eyes cry out for the wickedness I carry with me, so why would you deny it? I analyze every trace of the beautiful face the dark threads falling so perfectly, a princess being poisoned by the belief of protection to the kind of heart. My little nymph sighs between the bed sheets. I inspire the delicate perfume completely obsessed with the vision of an unreachable paradise for a demon but at my fingertips, I would not let it escape. After I left that room I was quick to organize everything to get out of the hospital as soon as possible, a war was brewing within my territory, and standing on a

And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"I can't help this awful energyGod damn right, you should be scared of meWho is in control?I paced around for hours on emptyI jumped at the slightest of soundsAnd I couldn't stand the person inside meI turned all the mirrors around - Control - HalseyI closed my eyes forcefully wishing that somehow everything would turn into just another strange nightmare, even fighting these different sensations caused by being in the arms of a monster."Open your eyes Lyana. - Deep voice commands." Unable to disobey I see his look analyzing every detail of mine, I feel the excitement of before returning even more forcefully, I look away watching the same room in which I woke up. He seems to wait for some word from me, but I have nothing to say, finally let him stand and the strangest thing is to miss his warmth. "Don’t you dare do that again, I might not be so compassionate". I quickly turn my head to look at him I feel my cheeks b

Yurich I hit my fingers against the glass table completely impatient, it’s been a month since I let that woman go, and I’m tormented by her voice while I sleep during the day keeping my eyes on the surveillance cameras of that hospital. I’m angry at myself for letting him go."I told you to keep it." "You look like a fucking parrot," I reply completely irritated. Sitting waiting for one of my biggest enemies in fucking Russia, my little brother still manages to be unbearable. The security detail inside this crappy restaurant is stronger than the White House. Somehow stupid Italians are infiltrating our lands like a plague. I had to find out if in other regions the same was happening, I found that Nabokov faces the same problems in the south of the country maybe it’s time to unite the sides and magnify the Bratva as sovereign. At least that’s what I hope, thinking about the doctor just disrupted the plans. The movement changes the moment the dark-haired and cold-eyed man enters th