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EMERGENCY

Auteur: Uj Kay
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-30 20:10:42

The living room felt colder than it should have, even with the city lights glittering like distant stars through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Maxim Moretti sat on the edge of the leather sofa, no longer the warm, teasing father who always has a warm look on his face. His shoulders were slumped, his usually steady hands trembling in his lap. The cheerful sparkle in his eyes had vanished, replaced by something raw and broken that made my chest tighten.

Dante spoke before we even reached him, his
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  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   EX REUNION

    The Phoenix Hotel rose like a sleek silver blade against the Moscow skyline, all glass and polished steel, the kind of place that screamed old money and deliberate neutrality. Our convoy pulled up under the grand awning just as the late afternoon light turned the building into a mirror of gold and shadow. I stepped out of the SUV with Dante’s hand firmly on my lower back, Maxim close behind us, his face etched with lines of exhaustion and barely contained panic. The cold air nipped at my cheeks, carrying the faint scent of exhaust and distant snow.My heart was already racing before we even entered the lobby. Ivan was missing. The last ping on his phone had led us here. Every second without answers felt like a knife twisting deeper.Dante strode ahead, his presence commanding the space even while still healing. The marble floors gleamed under our feet, chandeliers casting soft, expensive light over leather seating and fresh floral arrangements that probably cost more than most people

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   ONE AND ONLY FRIEND

    The living room had grown heavier with every passing minute, the kind of oppressive silence that pressed down on your chest and made breathing feel like a chore. Maxim Moretti sat on the edge of the leather sofa, no longer the warm, teasing father. His shoulders were slumped, his usually steady hands trembling in his lap. The cheerful sparkle in his eyes had vanished, replaced by something raw and broken that made my own heart ache in sympathy.After what felt like an eternity of waiting, I stood up from the couch, my legs a little unsteady from the long silence. “I’m going to check on Dante in his study,” I told Maxim softly.He looked up at me, eyes hollow. “Maybe there’s no good news. That’s why he’s yet to update us.”I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I’m positive. Please be positive too.”He gave a weak nod, but the fear in his eyes didn’t fade. I walked down the hallway to Dante’s study, the soft click of my shoes on the marble floor the only sound breaking the quiet. Wh

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   EMERGENCY

    The living room felt colder than it should have, even with the city lights glittering like distant stars through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Maxim Moretti sat on the edge of the leather sofa, no longer the warm, teasing father who always has a warm look on his face. His shoulders were slumped, his usually steady hands trembling in his lap. The cheerful sparkle in his eyes had vanished, replaced by something raw and broken that made my chest tighten.Dante spoke before we even reached him, his voice tight with urgency. “What’s the emergency, Dad?”Maxim’s lips parted, but no words came out. They just shook. He tried again, then closed his mouth, eyes glistening with unshed tears. I couldn’t stand it. I walked over quickly and sat beside him, taking both his cold hands in mine.“Is everything okay?” I asked gently, squeezing his fingers, trying to anchor him with touch.He shook his head, then stood abruptly and began pacing the length of the room, his footsteps sharp against the marb

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   OLD FILE

    The next morning dawned crisp and bright, sunlight pouring through the penthouse windows like liquid gold. I woke up curled against Dante’s side, his arm draped protectively over my waist. His breathing was steady, the worst of the pain lines on his face softened by rest. He still moved carefully, but the fire in his eyes had returned.Liam arrived shortly after breakfast, carrying fresh intelligence and a grim expression. We moved to the study room, the long table once again covered in maps, walkie talkie, tablets, and glowing screens. The air smelled of strong coffee and the faint metallic tang of tension. Dante sat on the other end of the table, letting me be in charge, but his presence filled the room like a storm waiting to break. I stood at the head of the table, hands braced on the cool wood, feeling the weight of leadership settle on my shoulders like a crown I had earned in blood and fire. Liam spread out the latest reports. “Kostin and Belinsky are regrouping in the north.

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   THANK YOU MY QUEEN

    The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and quiet tension. I sat beside Dante’s bed, one hand resting on the small curve of my stomach, the other holding his. Two days had passed since the warehouse ambush, and while the doctors said he was stable, the shadows under his eyes and the way he winced when he moved told me the pain was still very real. The door opened without a knock. Liam stepped in, face grim, a thick folder in his hand. Behind him, two of Dante’s most trusted men waited in the hallway like silent sentinels.“Boss,” Liam said, voice low. “We have the names.”Dante pushed himself higher against the pillows, jaw tight. “All of them?” Liam nodded and handed over the folder. “Melnikov, Vasilyev, and three smaller families who threw in with them. They coordinated the hit on Warehouse Seven. We lost twelve men. They lost more, but they’re regrouping.”Dante flipped through the pages, eyes scanning the list with cold calculation. I watched his face harden with every name. Whe

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   FINE AND ALIVE

    The warehouse district burned behind us like a funeral pyre for the old order.I sat in the back of the armored SUV, Dante’s blood still warm and sticky on my hands, my sweater soaked through with it. His head rested against my shoulder, eyes half-lidded but open, breath coming in shallow, painful rasps. The bullet had caught him high in the chest, just below the collarbone. Not immediately fatal, but bad enough. Every bump in the road made him grunt, jaw clenched so tight the muscle stood out like corded steel.I kept pressure on the wound with both hands, whispering the same words over and over like a prayer.“Stay with me. Please, Dante. Stay with me.”His fingers weakly curled around my wrist. “I’m not… going anywhere,” he rasped. “Not when you’re carrying my child.”The words should have brought relief. Instead they lodged in my throat like glass. Our baby. The tiny life we had only just begun to celebrate. And now this war, ignited by Kostin and Belinsky’s betrayal, was already t

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   A Key

    “You boys like to play games, don’t you, Marco?” Dante’s voice was a low rumble, devoid of emotion, more dangerous for its calm. Marco flinched, shaking his head mutely. Dante took a step closer, his shadow engulfing the smaller man. “Alexei sent you. What was the plan? Lure me out? Make a scene? S

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-03-26

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   BURNT TO ASHES

    The city streets blurred into a haze of neon and shadow as Dante's convoy tore through the night, leaving the smoldering ruins of Alexei's downtown apartment in their rearview mirrors. The building had been his last desperate lead, a sleek, high-rise fortress in the heart of the metropolis, where w

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-03-26

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   Gunfire

    Alexei’s knuckles were white where he gripped the edge of the heavy oak desk. Marco, released. Not broken. Not silenced. Released. The report from his men, delivered in low, uneasy voices, still rang in his head. The city, that vast organism that usually throbbed with violence and rumor, was silent

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-03-26

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   HIS BROTHER

    Careful. Deliberate. Every inch he closed between us cost him something, pain flickered at the edges of his expression, but he didn’t stop. When our mouths finally met it wasn’t the fierce, claiming kind of kiss I’d grown used to. This was softer. Slower. A hesitant brush of lips, like he was relea

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-03-25
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