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
Alexei chuckled. “Yeah… about two weeks now.” He gestured for the men to follow, leading them to the guards’ quarters. ************ Meanwhile, Mikhail and Donatella were in the penthouse, eating dinner and watching TV. Donatella laughed and shook her head. “You’re such a cold man, Mikhail. Why wou
VYBORG SEAPORT, RUSSIA The seaport was eerily empty, the darkness of the night swallowing everything except the distant sound of waves crashing against metal docks. Containers towered like silent giants, shadows stretching endlessly across the concrete. Donatella stood stiff beside Mikhail, her f
“Do not let them go!” Mikhail shouted. The Bratva surged forward, chasing down the fleeing enemies. Then Mikhail turned, scanning desperately. “Ella! Ella!” “Over here.” He spun. Donatella was approaching with Savannah, Natalia, and Adrian. Savannah was heavily pregnant, barely able to walk, s
********** The round table was filled with the underbosses of the La Famiglia De Lucas, each bringing their unique perspective to the discussion. Capo Ivan De Luca sat at the head, flanked by his personal guard, Ronan Marino. At the high table, Pakhan Sergei Morozov sat with his grandson, Mikhail M







