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CHAPTER 22

Penulis: Efita
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-12 17:05:16

Nicholas’s pulse thundered in his ears as the convoy weaved through the streets, engines growling like caged beasts. Rain lashed against the windshield, but his eyes didn’t blink. Couldn’t. Not when the only thing he could see was Chloe’s face.

And Adrian Grey’s name etched across her fate.

“She’s with him,” Nicholas said tightly, voice like broken glass. “That son of a bitch took her.”

Across from him, Luca sat silent, jaw clenched. He knew better than to speak.

Nicholas’s grip tightened on the tablet in his lap, the final image of Chloe burned into it—her in the passenger seat of that SUV, head slumped, unconscious.

And beside her: Adrian. Calm. Composed. Like this was just another day in the game he never stopped playing.

Nicholas hadn’t spoken Isaac’s name in while. Had buried the pain, the rage. But now it was crawling back to the surface like something feral.

Adrian Grey. The man who slit his brother’s throat and disappeared.

And now he had Chloe.

“She’s not just bait,” Nicholas
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    CHLOE’s POVThe warehouse was thick with the stench of gunpowder, sweat, and blood.But all Chloe could hear was her heartbeat.Loud. Deafening.Then—footsteps. Slow. Heavy.Nicholas.Her eyes locked on him as he crossed the distance between them. His face was unreadable. Blood smeared across his jaw. His knuckles raw.He didn’t speak at first. Just stood there, staring at her like she was the last puzzle piece in a world that no longer made sense.And then—he dropped to his knees.His hands gripped her shoulders—tight, almost painful—but it wasn’t fear that choked her.It was the look in his eyes.Not rage.Not hatred.Grief.He leaned closer, his voice hoarse, one word rasping from his lips like a blade dragged across his throat.“Isaac.”Her breath caught. Her eyes welled up instantly.She knew.The name hit her like a gunshot to the chest.Adrian had said it—a brother for a brother.And now she understood why Nicholas had come, why he looked at her like she was both the reason he

  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 22

    Nicholas’s pulse thundered in his ears as the convoy weaved through the streets, engines growling like caged beasts. Rain lashed against the windshield, but his eyes didn’t blink. Couldn’t. Not when the only thing he could see was Chloe’s face.And Adrian Grey’s name etched across her fate.“She’s with him,” Nicholas said tightly, voice like broken glass. “That son of a bitch took her.”Across from him, Luca sat silent, jaw clenched. He knew better than to speak.Nicholas’s grip tightened on the tablet in his lap, the final image of Chloe burned into it—her in the passenger seat of that SUV, head slumped, unconscious.And beside her: Adrian. Calm. Composed. Like this was just another day in the game he never stopped playing.Nicholas hadn’t spoken Isaac’s name in while. Had buried the pain, the rage. But now it was crawling back to the surface like something feral.Adrian Grey. The man who slit his brother’s throat and disappeared.And now he had Chloe.“She’s not just bait,” Nicholas

  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 21

    The door chimed as Chloe stepped out of the café into the crisp morning air, Adrian close behind her like a shadow she couldn’t shake. Everything outside looked the same—cars passing, a cyclist ringing his bell, the faint buzz of city life—but to Chloe, everything felt wrong. It was like walking into a dream she couldn’t wake up from.Her legs felt heavy, trembling with each step. Adrian didn’t touch her, but his presence loomed beside her like a loaded gun cocked and ready. He nodded toward a sleek black car parked just a few feet down the street.“Keep walking,” he said, tone light like they were discussing weather.She didn’t want to. Every part of her body screamed to run, to fight, to cry for help. But her mind flashed to the strangers in her café. The couple by the window. The man who smiled as she handed him his croissant. Adrian wasn’t bluffing. He would kill them without hesitation.Her steps carried her to the car, her breath shallow as he reached past her to open the back d

  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 20

    Isaac’s FuneralThe clouds hung low like a mourning veil, thick and unmoving. Rain hadn’t fallen yet, but the air was wet with grief and the promise of a storm. The cemetery was quiet, the usual noise of life muted by the weight of death. Only the wind moved, slipping through the trees, curling around the gravestones, whispering sorrow.Nicholas stood in front of the casket, hands in his pockets, jaw locked so tightly it ached. His black coat fluttered slightly in the wind, but he didn’t move. He hadn’t spoken a word since he arrived.The priest droned on, voice trembling through prayers and hollow reassurances. Nicholas didn’t hear a single word. His eyes were fixed on the polished mahogany casket before him—Isaac’s final bed.His little brother.Gone.He had imagined many things—arguments, bruises, laughter, Isaac storming out and coming back with that smug grin—but never this. Never a grave. Never silence.The priest said, “May he rest in peace,” and stepped back.Nicholas stepped

  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 19

    Chloe’s POVThe quiet hum of her apartment felt suffocating, a stark contrast to the chaos she had just left behind at the coffee shop. Chloe sat on her couch, her legs tucked beneath her, staring at the window as the rain continued its relentless assault on the city. She couldn’t shake the unease that had settled over her, like a dark cloud that refused to dissipate, no matter how hard she tried to shake it off.The news of Isaac’s death weighed heavily on her, pulling her into a spiral of guilt and confusion. She knew Isaac. He had been one of those familiar faces at the coffee shop, always smiling, always ready to crack a joke. He had been nothing but kind to her, even if their interactions were brief and casual. It didn’t make sense. He was a good guy, a guy who didn’t deserve to be taken like that.She rubbed her face with her hands, her thoughts a blur. How could this happen? Why him? And why had Nicholas come to her, looking so lost, so broken? His

  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 18

    Adrian’s POVThe night was thick with the sounds of distant thunder, but Adrian didn’t hear the storm as he sat in his office, watching the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His mind was alive with the knowledge that his plan was unfolding perfectly. Nicholas was vulnerable—he had lost Isaac, and with him, a piece of his strength. The game had changed, and now, Adrian had the upper hand.But there was more to it than just revenge. He wasn’t simply trying to destroy Nicholas for the sake of it. There was a deeper motive, one that drove every decision he made, one that fueled his every move. He hadn’t forgotten about his brother Alex, the one Nicholas had killed. Adrian had never let that betrayal go, and the death of Isaac was only part of the payback he had been building towards for years. But he wanted more. He wanted Nicholas to feel the full weight of the loss, to understand what it was like to lose everything—just as he had.The connec

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