LOGIN“Vladimir?” Rose peeked inside her husband’s office at home. It's been a few hours since they returned from Klaus' crowning party. Two hours since He asked her to not disturb him. She stayed in her room for a while but now she was getting bored. Bored and anxious both. But now she was done worrying about Vladimir's mood. Hence, she decided to meet him in his study. Vladimir stared at the rooftop of his office. His one hand holding the whiskey glass and the other a burning cigar. Rose was stunned to see him. He looked lost into another world. A dark and lost world. Rose sprinted towards him. “Vladimir…” she snatched the whiskey glass out of his hands and placed it on the desk angrily. “Is this your work?” She snapped at him. Vladimir sighed and straightened in the chair. “No. It's me trying to keep you away from my darkness,” He whispered with a smile, resting his palm over her cheek gently. “I don't want you to witness my dark side. Not again, Rose. I do not wish to repea
“Sila…” Vladimir whispered, unbelievably. The woman whose death killed him from inside. Sierra's jaws clenched tightly as her eyes hardened. “Not again for God sake!” she hissed and looked at Declan. “Are we starting this again, Declan? I didn't come here for this.”Vladimir kept looking at her examining her closely while Declan's gaze turned dark as he snatched his eyes from his fiancee and fixed them on Vladimir. “Mr Sokolov. There is some misunderstanding. She is not your sister but my fiancée.”In less than a second, Vladimir's angry eyes fixed on Declan. “I know she is not my sister, Declan,” He remarked. “No matter how much she looks like her.”Declan’s eyebrows perked up at his words. He was not expecting that. Sierra's blinked hearing that. She swallowed on her saliva and nodded. “It's a good thing that at least someone is sensible here.”Vladimir's eyes sharpened at her words. Her whole face, her tone, her body everything was different yet familiar. Although, He nodded at he
“Are they here?” Klaus asked John who gave him a curt nod. “Everyone you invited is here, Capo. From Russians to the Irish. Every Mafia head.”Klaus' heart picked speed at his answer. She was here. Sierra was here. Or his Sila. Today, he would wash the stains on his name in front of the whole world. He nodded at John when his eyes landed on his sister Rose. His eyebrows curled together in a deep frown when he noticed the man beside her. What was Vladimir doing there and that too with Rose? He thought. His body evoked with anger thinking Vladimir must have forced her to be with him. Initially, he had doubt about his sister being abused by the hands of ‘THE SINNER’He remained silent because power was not in his hands at that time. Yet he tried to help Rose and Mia both but he couldn't. However, things were in his favour now. He gestured at John to give way to the Russian Pakhan as he stopped at the distance of two feet from him. “Klaus Barbieri. Congratulations for your new journe
“Look at me,” Vladimir's rough voice made her look at him. Rose' heart was beating an unknown rhythm. Everything felt odd as she tried to understand what just happened in the last twenty-four hours. “Worried?” He questioned her when she suddenly stopped entering the place where her family was celebrating new Capo. She bit her lower lip before snatching her gaze from him.“This all feels like a dream. I am not sure how Mom will…” Vladimir jerked her face upward forcing her to look at him. “Are you regretting your decision, Rose?” He demanded in a sharp tone making her swallow the tight lump in her throat. “No. Not at all.” she answered without any hesitation. “I love you,” the words slipped her tongue before she could even stop herself. For a heartbeat, everything stopped around them. Words couldn't define Vladimir's feelings right now. She just declared her love for him. LOVE. Rose blinked rapidly. Why the words left her mouth. Does she feel love for him? Anyways, she can’t take
The stage was set. The chairs were placed. Francesco was sitting on the Capo chair for one last time. The Italian Soldiers were standing in lines, waiting for the transition to happen. All were tired with the old Capo. His failures diminished their identity in New York. The place where the Mafia was born because of Italians! Klaus was their last hope to regain their lost respect. The whispers stopped when Klaus Barbieri walked on the stage. The men bowed to him in respect. The respect which they would have shown to Francesco as he was still the head of the family. Francesco gritted his jaws tightly at the insult from his soldiers. He could see how eager they all were for his retirement. He looked at his son who was walking towards him. Declan’s words and Sierra’s demands regarding Valentina buzzed in his ears. He couldn't stand against the Irish mafia but Klaus can. And he would, as the new Don of Italians he had to protect the honor of his sister. “Father.” Klaus for the one las
Klaus stared at himself in the mirror. Klaus Berbieri. The man who, in a few minutes, was going to be the new Don of the Italian Mafia. Upon inspecting deep into his soul, he found himself, alone and sad. The girl who filled his life with love was no longer with him. However, her shadow was lurking closer to him. He thought he would never see her again but she was there. “Capo. She will come.” John informed him. Klaus sighed and nodded. “She has to. Afterall, I cannot take my oath without my wife standing beside me.” John swallowed the tight lump in his throat. He was Klaus' right hand man. He knew what was running in his mind. He wanted to say that what he was planning was not right. It could lead into a bloody war. But Capo's eyes were telling him that it was of no use. “And the Russians?” Klaus demanded fixing John with a tight gaze. John nodded in answer. “Yes. The Pakhan is coming along with his family.” Klaus' eyes flashed at that. For a whole year he listened







