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ARTEMIS AKA WOLF

I have carved my name into this world by taking what I want. 

My past is tattooed into my soul.

Born into the Volkov family, I was raised in brutality and violence.

Now I run these streets.

Blood and violence taunt everything I touch.

This life I lead is cruel.

It's brutal to no extent.

The things I've seen and the devastation I've created to protect what's mine isn't for the faint-hearted. 

To be a great Kingpin, you must be merciless and willing to take lives to push your authority and benefit from the cruel organization's illicit activities.

 Artemis Ivan Volkov is my given name, and my late father was Nikolai Volkov. Till the end, my father was a merciless bastard, and it is because of him that I am the lone survivor of our bloodline.

The manner in which a Volkov must ascend the throne to govern conceals a hidden secret. A secret that has developed into a ritual on the eve of your coronation.

"It's the only way, Wolf," Igor says again bursting my bubble of self-pity. 

I rub my hand over my face, sighing.

Turning my head, I stare out the window, looking up at the moon perched high above the hazy sky, then fixing Igor with a blank stare. 

"I made it clear that I wouldn't remarry again after my wife Anastazia died." I lean forward stabbing my finger against the top of the dining table. "I have nothing to offer the daughter of a low profile gang leader. Why should I marry her when I can just take what I want?" I snarl, standing from the table abruptly causing the chair to hit the ground behind me.

"That's before you started expanding your horizons. The other families are talking and they won't put up with your Impulsive plays." 

"The marriage is irrelevant to our source of problems."

"Net [No] the marriage serves as an excellent cover-up. By marrying the gang leader's daughter, you will convince the families that your turfs are connected, and they will turn a blind eye until you provide them with a reason not to."

"It's about time the other families realize who's truly the most feared," I growl with irritation. 

"I thought we were going to do things differently after Cosa Nostra?" Igor sighs, placing his utensils down beside his plate, and wiping the corners of his mouth with a cloth napkin that was draped over his thighs. "We don't need any more heat on our heads than we already do. It's just for a year."

"A year? That's three hundred and sixty-five days." My body goes achingly tense when I speculate the days of misery ahead.

"Da, [Yes,] it's only twelve glorious months, Wolf." Igor taunts and stands straightening his suit jacket. "She is young, a good girl, and she may be easily influenced if you play your cards right."

"How young is young?"

"She is Twenty-two." He replies with a smirk playing on the corners of his lips.

"Twenty-Two! I'm Thirty-five Igor!" I pick up the glass from the tabletop and toss it across the room, watching it smash into the wall and shatter across the marble floor. "She was a newborn on my thirteenth birthday."

Igor turns to look at the broken glass dispersed across the floor then looks back at me. "The wedding has already been arranged. You will marry in two weeks." He declares firmly, pulling out a brown folder from his breast pocket and he tosses it onto the table. "Photos of the future Mrs Volkov are inside," He smiles, nodding his head as he takes his leave.

"BLYAD! [FUCK!]" I yell livid, slamming my open palm against the tabletop, and causing it to rattle.

Viktor walks up to me with a note in his hand, "Boss, I was told to give this to you." 

I snatch the note from his grasp, opening it. ~I'm wet and I need you, Don Wolf.~

It states. 

The note's from Ella who is waiting for me in my office. After the passing of my wife, I refrained from any sexual desires that consumed me until Ella crossed my path. She reminds me of Anastazia in many ways, but she will never be her. 

My cock twitches in my pants. I hiss, grabbing it through the material of my slacks, squeezing it hard. Poor bitch doesn't know just how stressed I am, and I plan on taking it all out on her to unwind. 

I snatch the brown folder from the tabletop. I walk out of the dining room loosening my tie as I take the stairs then make a left and enter my office.

Closing the door behind me, the blonde bombshell approaches me slowly with a devious smirk on her face. One of her long slender legs peeks out of the trenchcoat she adorns, her scent slightly intoxicating as usual. 

She's sex on heels and she knows it.

She slowly starts to unravel the waistbelt on her coat and stands in front of me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

"Fuck me..." She pleads, licking and biting my earlobe. 

I walk her backwards, tossing the folder onto the oak slab of my desk and a few photos peek out from the side. 

Curiosity gets the better of me. 

I reach around Ella's body as she continues to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, and I spread the photos across the desk. 

I pull my tie off, spinning Ella around and I use the tie to blindfold her with it. She smiles, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, and leans over the desk, one knee perching up high on the edge of it.

I roughly pull her coat off her body and she stands before me naked. I slap her on the ass. Hard. She yelps, turning her head to the side as she opens her mouth and then closes it again. 

My eyes drift past her naked form to the photos scattered across the desktop. My intended wife is beautiful, I will give her that. Hair as red as blazing flames, eyes greener than grass on a sunny day.

I snarl. 

Immediately my dick becomes hard as steel as anger flares through my eyes. 

"Come on baby. It's been weeks since you touched me," Ella purrs and I gently skim my fingers over her wet core as I turn my head away from the pictures of Red. 

I pull my pants down, sliding two fingers inside of Ella. She moans, writhing under my touch. Her sex is wet, hot and tight. Using the pad of my thumb, I start to circulate it over her clit and she grabs the edge of the desk. I slap her on the ass causing her to scream, and I lean over sucking on the reddening flesh. 

I spread her ass cheeks, trailing my tongue through the slick folds of her sex. 

She arches her back, "Gods, yes!!" She moans softly.

Straightening, I impale her with my throbbing cock. Her body slides up the desk and I start to fuck her hard, shutting my eyes as I try to concentrate on not exploding inside of her so quickly. 

"Blyad! [Fuck!]" I hiss, clenching my teeth, feeling her body go rigid. 

I slide myself inside of her harder, aggressively, heedless of the orgasm consuming her. I need more.

I don't care. 

I'll take what I need from her before I send her on her way.

I make the mistake of opening my eyes. They instantly land on the picture of Red sitting on a towel at the beach with a bikini on, and I feel my orgasm approaching quicker than expected.

 I slide my cock out of Ella's pussy and slam it into her perky ass. 

Her wild screams of ecstasy, lust and euphoria fill the room as she tightens around me. I throw my head back, my cock exploding inside of her as flashes of bright lights blind me just before Red's face appears, making me come harder than I ever have before.

FUCK....