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The Kingpins Angel |60: Epilogue.
ZEYNEPTWENTY-ONE YEARS LATER.I stare at my reflection in the mirror, admiring the strong young woman who stares back at me. Today is my twenty-first birthday, and my parents have decided they want to celebrate it with all their corporate friends and close confidants. I usually feel like an outcast at large gatherings or in crowded places. I am the awkward girl in the corner of the room who has been sipping the same drink for three hours while watching everyone else enjoy themselves.I turn to the side, drinking in my reflection as I take note of how well the gown fits my body.It savagely clings to every generous curve the Gods have blessed me with. The silver gown that sparkles under the light heightens the sapphire blue irises in my eyes. I have my mother's red hair and my father's eyes, but somehow I have inherited my Aunt Ana's spitfire tongue.FOR ONCE, my mother has picked something for me that doesn't make me feel like I am too overly dressed; something that will draw too
The Kingpins Angel |61
ZEYNEP My eyes grow wide as fear forbids me to move. With fear-stricken eyes, I watch as Dmitri rushes to the bedroom window, pulling a ribbed black top over his shoulders. He stands in the shadows where the sun doesn't kiss the room, and he gazes out the window. Whatever is happening on the other side of the window, causes his hands to curl into tight balls of fury at his sides. The instant he looks back at me, I know it's bad. I immediately turn around, attempting to unlock the door so I can rush down the stairs and find my parents. "Net... [No...]" Dmitri growls in a hushed tone, yanking me away from the door, and he pulls me to the far corner of the room. "Get down, and don't let anyone see you through the window." He states sternly, leaving no room for me to disregard his orders. He moves along the wall, opens the closet door, and pulls out his duffle bag. He extracts two guns, twists the silencers on the barrels, and removes two clips; stuffing the clips into the back
The Kingpins Angel |01
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
The Kingpins Angel |02
ARIA AKA RED Once upon a time is such a cliche story, but here we are with me staring at my reflection in the large mirror. I glide my hands over the beautiful wedding gown that clings to my body perfectly. "You look absolutely stunning!" The designer of my gown coos. I smile in silence. She has to say that if she wants me to buy it, right? She lowers herself and begins to fluff around with the train of the skirt, "Whoever he is, he is a lucky man and I hope you'll be happy together." A dreamy sigh departs her lips. Lifting my left hand, I look at my naked ring finger that will soon adorn a wedding ring. A gold band to legally state that I am officially off the market and that I exclusively belong to one of the cruellest men alive. A Bratva Kingpin. Artemis Volkov. Did you know that Volkov means Wolf in the English language? Pretty ironic if you ask me since he prefers to be addressed as, Wolf. A tattooed, raven-haired, sapphire blue-eyed wolf with an insatiable h
The Kingpins Angel |03
ARTEMIS AKA WOLF I watch as my young wife-to-be, who is much younger than I am. Runaway with tears pooling in her piercing Jade-coloured irises. Her mane of red hair bounces up and down with each angry stride she makes. Leaving behind her scent, and femininity of hibiscus petals. It clings to my nose and then recedes as her heels click harshly against the marble floor, playing a brutal symphony of disdain and grief. Thrusting out my chin, I inhale the air and feed off her anguish. She has poison written all over her. Innocent, and naive. I release the harsh breath that contaminates my mouth, brushing a rough hand over my face. "You better not screw me over on this Igor," I mutter as I turn to face him. "As a close friend and consigliere, I have nothing but your best interests in mind. By marrying her, you reclaim complete power over the city's fifteen districts." He declares with certainty. "She is young. Too young." "Da, and if you choose to have children, she is ideal f
The Kingpins Angel |04
ARIA AKA REDCopper and molasses.That's what a traitor's blood smells like. The scent is thick in the air laced with the smell of a gun freshly being fired and it claws at my throat. It's distinct. Almost unique and I hate it. Kai deserved the bullet to his head. I thought he showed up to help me get away from Wolf and take me back home. Not trying to take advantage of my innocence in some dive of a bar.Wolf reaches out to touch my face, "No, please don't hurt me!" I cry, pressing my back flush against the wall as the image of Kai getting shot plays over and over in my head. "I didn't know he was waiting for me." "I'm not going to hurt you," he says gruffly. "But I do want your phone."I open my eyes and meet his cold gaze. "My phone?" I sniffle, shaking my head. "It's the only way I can contact my father and best friend Ana." I look at him with displeasure. He holds his hand out, "Give me the phone, Red or I will be forced to take it from you." His eyes narrow as his voice hard
The Kingpins Angel |05
ARTEMIS AKA WOLF From the foot of the stairs, I tilt my head back and fix my gaze on the enormous cross that rises, dominating atop the Catholic Church's rooftop. I do not regard myself as a religious man. If I'm being completely sincere, I believe that God forgot about me many, many years ago. But then, I could be terribly wrong as I bear the hideous scar of his presence that is smeared across my damn throat. I usually get a bad vibe when I walk into a church. My shoes tend to feel like bricks, weighing me down with every step I take. A sinner like me shouldn't be welcomed here, but the priest somehow manages to make me feel comfortable. I have come here to seek forgiveness for my sins, only to commit them again. I sit in the first pew of the church, my eyes concentrating on the crucifix with Jesus nailed to it, while the priest to my right spins the rosary beads in his hand. I prefer to confess my sins in the open, refusing to enter the confessional because I am unable to l
The Kingpins Angel |06
ARIA AKA REDThe sound of birds singing gradually awakens me from my slumber. As I pry open my eyelids, I observe the dust particles dancing in the beam of sunlight that fills my room.The exact same room which is not mine. Similar to this bed, these clothes, and the four walls that enclose me. Fortunately, there are two glass doors that open to a terrace that overlooks a stunning rose garden.My heart drops into the pit of my stomach when I remember why I'm here and who I'm herewith. I lift my hand, touching the gold chain around my neck feeding off the subtle strength it provides me with when I desperately need it.I sigh while sitting straight, and my stomach thinks that now is the ideal time to remind me that..."You skipped dinner last night." His baritone voice which feels like little feet drumming on my flesh reverberates across the room.I yelp, placing a trembling hand over my heart as it begins to race. My breath hitches as I search the room and our eyes meet, colliding. I
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