Mia's POV
I was still reflecting over how I had watched Kraven from the edge of the bar as he walked the hall with a cold charm.
From the distance I had observed him, he stood a few feet away, his tall, imposing figure cutting through the crowd like a predator. And I was in a deep thought that I got carried away.
“Maybe I like what I see,” I heard a voice just right behind me, loud enough for me to hear over the ambient noise. Beyond a reasonable doubt, I could tell that was Kraven's voice. Just then, he moved right in front and made himself comfortable in the opposite bar seat that faced me. His gaze ran over me, slow and deliberate.
I didn’t flinch even when the distance between us wasn't up to a stone's throw, as I could smell the faintest hint of leather and tobacco. There was something about him—about this whole situation—that made every cell in my body scream danger.
But I wasn’t backing down.
He gave the sweetest smile with those cute lips I've ever seen and leaned over to steal a kiss.
Just immediately he parted his lips from mine, I could feel that I was already in on a long thing as I felt all the sexual cells in my body asking for more.
Let's say, I enjoyed it too or even more. Who knows!
I know that I wasn’t supposed to be doing this with him, of course I know but I think this was indeed an advantage to me that things were happening so fast.
But then, for this assignment, I can be anything.
Just then, the sound of some haphazard footsteps around interrupted the tension. Kraven’s gaze around 360 degrees in a twinkle of an eye before snapping back to me.
And just immediately, I heard the sound of gunfire echo through the hallway.
“Bang!! Bang!”
“Stay here,” Kraven ordered at the top of his voice before turning sharply and walking toward the entrance close to the bar spot.
The door swung open instead, revealing one of his men, face pale, eyes wide with urgency.
“There’s a problem. We’ve been compromised,” the man said, his voice tight.
Kraven’s expression shifted in an instant—cold, calculating. “What do you mean, compromised?”
“I think the Giovanni men are here, but we will try to get every one of them down.”
The blood drained from my face as the realization hit. Though I haven't really heard of the ‘Giovanni,’ with the look of things, it seems like they're their opponents in the Mafia.
Kraven’s gaze flickered back to me, dark and unreadable. “Get out of here. Now.”
My heart pounded in my chest. I didn’t move. I couldn’t.
“Where do you want me to go now? Can't you see that it's not safe if I leave the premises now?” I pleaded, yet my voice was barely above a whisper.
Kraven’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure you are not a part of this?”
I maintained this straight face like I didn't know what he was referring to, not minding if the game had changed against me or not.
How on earth would he even conceive such a thing in his mind? What on earth can I get involved with the dirty games of a Mafia, of all things to do in this life?
I swallowed hard but didn’t let him see the way my heartbeat sped up at his words. I was a professional. I had a job to do.
And yet, every second I spent near him made that job feel harder.
“I just asked you a question; why are you all playing dumb?”
He asked again, this time in a higher-pitched tone than the former.
And before I could respond, the sound of gunfire echoed through the hallway all over again.
“Ratatatatata.”
This time the sound was quite different and more like an automated fire, and I guess it came from Kraven's men, as the sound of the other was quite different.
Of course, I use arms if need be during operations, and so I can comfortably tell the difference.
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“If you are willing to work for me, then I must access you to be sure you are not sent from Giovanni,” he continued, The weight of his words hung in the air like a warning. “You stick around, get close to me, and we’ll see how deep you’re willing to go. But remember this—everything in this world has a price.” He added, still maintaining the thick voice.
‘Could he be that possessive?’
I straightened, and this time I was ready to step away. “I don’t buy into your world, Astor,” I said, though the words felt like they were coming from someone else. Because, where could that morale from me be coming from?
He chuckled, the sound dark and teasing. “Not yet, you don’t have a choice here.”
His fingers brushed mine briefly—just a touch, but enough to send a shiver through me.
I didn’t know how much more I could take. I couldn’t let him know what was really going on. I couldn’t let him see how much he rattled me.
I needed to stay focused.
Kraven took a step back, his eyes still burning with curiosity, though there was something more in them now. It was as if I’d sparked something in him he hadn’t expected.
“Follow me,” he said, with a commanding voice. “I need to show you something.”
My mind raced with possibilities as I hesitated for a split second before I nodded, letting him lead me through the back door of the club.
We got to a room that seemed more like an office. The moment we stepped into the office, the door clicked shut behind us. A massive desk sat at the center of the room, papers scattered across it, and the walls were lined with bookshelves full of legal files, old family portraits, and what looked like ledgers of a very different nature.
Kraven gestured to the leather chair across from him. “Sit.”
I ignored the chair and leaned against the desk instead, crossing my arms. “What’s this about?”
“What do you want from me, Aria?” He nabbed with a fake smile that didn’t reach his eyes instead of answering my question.
“What exactly do you think? It seems like you find it so difficult to believe me.”
I understand how ‘trust’ is such a big deal in the Mafia world, but I never knew it was this bad.
“Let me know everything, starting with the truth. Besides, how would I believe a total stranger?” He took an unusual glance at me and continued regardless, “But then, if you insist you know nothing about what I am talking about, then it’s fine. But one thing I will assure you is that if I smell anything fishy with you, I won't spare your life for anything in this world. Ask around; I am Lord Kraven for a reason, and I earned that.”
Something about the way Kraven said the last statement made my pulse race, but I still maintained my ground of acting dumb, like I have no clue what he is saying.
The silence was thick, the weight of his words pressing down on me. I should’ve left right then and there, but something kept me rooted to the spot because I thought that could worsen the situation.
“Bang!!! Bang!! Bang!”
The gunfire came up again just when I thought we were done with that phase.
With the look on Kraven's face, I could tell without a doubt that we weren't safe here anymore.
“Let's leave here at once.”
He said and dragged my wrist out of the office.
Mia’s POVThe night smelled of gunpowder and fear. Sirens echoed faintly in the distance, but it was the heavy silence between heartbeats that made me want to scream. The FBI’s lights cut through the darkness like blades, painting the estate in red and blue. Kraven stood in front of me, blood dripping down the side of his face, his shirt torn, and his jaw clenched like stone.I knew this was it—the line between everything we had fought for and everything we could lose.In all of these, my happiness was that I have my Ransom and Kraven alive. He was the one weakness I could never armor, the one truth I could never bargain away. But the death of Granny actually haunted me till now, knowing she sacrificed her life for our sake. If she didn't show up that place, I wonder what would have been our fate and she wouldn't have been dead.I looked at Kraven. His eyes weren’t pleading, weren’t even demanding. They were steady, burning like a man who had already resigned himself to the storm. If
Kraven’s POVGiovanni’s body was still sprawled across the tiled floor, blood pooling beneath him like a crown he never earned. His lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling as if still scheming, or maybe still plotting in some dark corner of the afterlife.For years, that man had haunted every step I took, pulling strings, poisoning loyalty, twisting family into weapons against itself. Now he was nothing more than a corpse. But there was no triumph in me, no victory pounding in my chest. Just emptiness.Because Granny lay in the next room, her blood spilled so mine could keep flowing.I tightened my fists, feeling the ache in my knuckles, the grime and soot sticking to my skin. Men were gathering around, some cheering Giovanni’s fall, others whispering prayers for the old woman who had held us together. Their voices clashed against each other, but to me, it all blurred into static.I walked past Giovanni’s body without a glance. He had stolen enough of my time, enough of my family. My b
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Kraven’s POVGranny laid the leather-bound book on the dining table with both hands, like it weighed more than just paper and ink. The spine was cracked, the cover faded, but I knew—by the look in her eyes—that this wasn’t just some relic. This was a weapon.“Do you know what this is?” she asked, her voice low, heavy with the kind of gravity that silences even a room full of armed men.The soldiers who had survived last night’s firestorm kept pacing near the edges of the room, bruised, bleeding, but listening. Mia sat across from me, her face was pale with exhaustion, but her gaze maintained some level of sharpness, locked on Granny. Even Ransom, resting on the couch with bandages wrapped around his stomach, stirred to glance toward the table.“It’s a ledger,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “One of the old ones, from when the families still wrote everything down instead of moving to encrypted accounts.”Granny’s lips twitched, but it was neither a smile nor a grimace. “It’s more than that
Kraven’s POVGiovanni had drawn first blood with Jack. Now, every bullet, every firebomb, every betrayal was the echo of that act. The streets were no longer neutral ground; they were soaked with vendettas. But to think that this is a reminder that this wasn’t just another feud between families. This was war—total and unrestrained.“Boss, the east block is gone,” Jax reported, stumbling up the stairs, face streaked with soot. “Giovanni’s men torched the warehouses. We barely got out with the ammo.”I clenched my jaw until my teeth ached. “Then we take theirs. Burn them down to ash.”Jax didn’t flinch. He knew the cost. Like hell! We all did.I turned, scanning the men gathered behind me. Veterans of blood and smoke, loyal enough to die on command. Because when a war like this erupted, you didn’t sit back—you bled until one side collapsed.And I would not be the one collapsing to Giovanni. He would definitely bow to me when we are done with this.“What about Mia’s squad?” I asked.“She
Kraven’s POVThe room had never been this quiet. Not even during my father’s time, when men twice my size would tremble at the weight of his stare. Now, silence cut sharper than any blade, pressing on my chest until each breath scraped like gravel.The council chamber still reeked of smoke from the cigars men puffed nervously before Giovanni stormed in with his theatrics. His voice still echoed in the walls, thick with mockery. He thought he had stripped us bare. He thought humiliation was the worst he could do.And then Granny’s words had dropped like dynamite."You were never the heir, Jack — and Giovanni knew it."The look on Jack’s face—Christ. It was all betrayal, fury, shame… a storm that had no direction. For a second, his eyes found mine, and I swear I saw the kid brother he used to be. The one who trailed behind me with scraped knees and questions about how to fight, how to win, how to make our father proud.But that boy was long gone.Jack shoved his chair back, the sound sc