Lahat ng Kabanata ng Vladimir- Flame of Sin : Kabanata 251 - Kabanata 260

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

“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

“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

“Pretty.” Sierra's body went numb for a second, hearing that deep cold voice. She knew that voice very well. Her legs shook as she stared in the dark and demanding eyes of the man standing behind her. The mirror in which they were staring at each other could crack under the sharpness of Vladimir’s gaze. “Mr Sokolov. What are you doing here?” She demanded swallowing the sudden tightness in her throat. Vladimir's eyes curled tightly at the corners as He gave her a tight curt nod. “Mr Sokolov. It sounded ugly hearing my own sister calling me in such a formal manner.” Her eyes perked up. “I am not your sister, Mr Sokolov. And I want you to leave from here immediately because if Declan find out about your presence here. He wouldn't like it.” She said with the hint of anger in her tone. Vladimir's lips curled downwards as He shrugged his shoulders. “Do you think I care about him liking my presence here?” “You should. You have no idea how dangerous Declan…” within a second Vladimir

“Come again!” Vladimir’s eyes burned like a volcano when He heard those words out of his sister’s mouth. The Russian princess was sold to the Irish. The fucking irony! “Who dared to sell Sila Sokolov to the Irish bastards?” He grabbed her shoulders and growled with rage. Sierra’s eyes glinted with mockery at him as she smirked. “You heard me right, Mr Sokolov. Sila Sokolov was kidnapped, she was burned, she was tortured and finally she was sold to other mafias. And now….!” Her eyes stilled as her mouth swallowed a warm lump before she uttered those words. “She is dead!” Vladimir stiffened. He had taught her many things but this. No, it was not her masked emotions but it was the blankness in her gaze. As if she doesn't care about anything. About this world, About him and about herself. Her own identity! “The woman standing in front of you is not Sila Sokolov but Sierra McCarthy! The Irish woman!” She said proudly, suppressing her raging emotions. Vladimir took a sharp breath befo