MasukAdrian 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
SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA (THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE) The De Lucas had already arrived in Moscow’s empire of steel and blood. The Bratva compound still trembled under the weight of scandal, whispers slithering through its gilded halls like smoke no one could clear. Guards doubled at every corner, security
SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA (THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE) The cold stone walls of the cell seemed to close in on Donatella as she paced back and forth, her heels scraping against the concrete floor. Her mind spun like a storm she couldn’t calm. They won’t keep me here forever. Mikhail will come… he has to.
The great oak table was filled with underbosses from every crime family under the Bratva’s umbrella. Some leaned forward, some lounged back, but all carried the same look—calculating, waiting, hungry. At the head sat Nikolai Morozov. Not just sitting, but sprawled in the Pakhan’s chair as if it wer
“I believe Mikhail will get you out of this,” Ivan said finally, though the words sounded more like prayer than certainty. “If the Pakhan were awake, he would tell the truth. He’d reveal who tried to kill him. But now? Now no one knows when he’ll wake. This is bigger than we thought.” The family no







