LOGINAdrian froze. “Already? Nat—” Natalia smirked. “Relax. Not today. Eventually.” Adrian exhaled dramatically. “You’re going to kill me.” She laughed and pulled him in for a soft kiss. MIKHAIL AND DONATELLA SUITE The night was quiet on the private island, the moonlight slipping through the curtain
“RONAN!” Valerie smacked his arm. Alexei choked on his food. “Bro—BRO—motorcycle??” “It’s a lie!” Valerie yelled, mortified. Ronan shrugged. “I have proof. Video proof.” Donatella cackled. “Show it!” “No one is seeing anything!” Valerie warned, stabbing her fork into her salad as if it was Rona
EPILOGUE – Three Years Later HAWAII, USA Three years had passed since the fall of La Mano Rojas. For the first time in what felt like forever, the Morozovs escaped the chaos of empire life and traveled together to a private Hawaiian island — just the core family: Mikhail & Donatella Alexei & A
“I—I’m pregnant for Alexei. And we’ve been together for a while.” Silence. A heavy, suffocating silence. For a full five minutes, nobody spoke. They stared at the pair as though they’d set the entire room on fire. Then Capo Ivan’s voice boomed: “What did you just say?” Ariana flinched. Ivan’
A MONTH LATER THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE The Bratva Empire glittered with gold and crystal. Tonight wasn’t just a celebration—it was a declaration. One year of Mikhail and Donatella Morozov. The grand hall overflowed with influential guests: politicians, businessmen, allies from across continents, and
“Yes,” she breathed out. He pushed inside her—slow at first, then harder. Donatella suddenly gasped. “You’ll continue… only on one condition.” He clenched his jaw. “Name it.” “I’m going with Savannah to see Nikolai. In case he tries something.” “Dona—” “Yes or no, Mik?” He pressed his mouth t
Mikhail’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling with the effort of holding back. “As you wish, Zvezda,” he groaned, his hips rolling into hers, his thrusts steady and deep. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room—wet, primal, relentless. It was a symphony of desire, each movement
“Не отступать! Держитесь и сражайтесь!” (Do not retreat! Hold and fight!) The Bratva answered him. Men in black poured out of cover — a wave of masked attackers. The seaport turned into a hunting ground: steel, smoke, high-pitched shouts. Mikhail moved like a blade through it, taking down shooters,
THE OUTSKIRTS PART OF SAINTS PETERSBURG, RUSSIA Nikolai walked into the small treatment room, his eyes fixed on Vera as the medic dabbed at the swelling on her left shoulder. He moved slow, every step measured. When he reached them he didn’t look around — he only looked at her. “Leave,” he told t
“Oh my God, you have a gun!” Sandra gasped as Donatella reached into the glove compartment. “Bend your head!” Donatella barked, pulling out her handgun. Sandra obeyed instantly, ducking low. Bullets ripped through the car — the windshield shattered, the side mirror flew off, metal fragments scatte


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