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CHAPTER 13: BLOOD RUNS COLD

Author: Joy Cherish
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-26 23:36:57

SAINT PETERSBURG,RUSSIA (THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE)

Donatella stepped out of the elevator on the floor leading to the Pakhan's office, her eyes scanning the deserted hallway. She had been searching for Mikhail all morning, and a nagging feeling brought her to the Empire. The lack of guards surprised her, but she followed her instincts down a wing and up a staircase.

As she climbed, a scream pierced the air. Donatella's heart skipped a beat. She quickened her pace, following the sound to a door at the end of the hall. The shouting continued, and she burst through the door without knocking.

The scene unfolded before her: Nikolai, disheveled and glaring, stood over a crumpled figure on the floor. Donatella's eyes widened as she took in the chaos.

"What are you doing here?" Nikolai snarled, his eyes flashing with anger.

Donatella's gaze never left the figure on the floor. "What's going on here? Why am I hearing screams from your apartment?"

Nikolai sneered. "You think you have the right to ques
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