All Chapters of Mafia’s Hidden Flame: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Avery’s legs pumped furiously against the pedals, her breath clouding in the crisp night air.The scent of greasy pizza clung to her clothes, lingering like a memory of a life she was barely holding onto.The streets of the neighborhood were dead silent, too quiet for comfort. She hated silence—it reminded her of waiting for things she never asked for.The bike suddenly stuttered and choked.“Not now… come on!” she hissed, slamming a fist against the handlebars.Dead. Again.Her boots scraped the asphalt as she dismounted, muttering curses under her breath. She had fixed this hunk of junk yesterday—personally. Same chain, same issue.Life had a way of falling apart just when you thought you had a grip on it.Avery yanked off her helmet, letting her choppy, short hair fall messily around her face. The night was cold, streetlights flickering above like dying stars.She tucked her hands into her leather jacket and began walking, just a few blocks from home. Her boots echoed loudly in the

Without giving them time to argue, she turned and walked out.Avery blinked. "What’s with her? So grumpy.""She’s been close to Sergei for years. That pride? It’s thick," Lisa muttered, rubbing her face.Avery threw the pillow at her again. "Look at this bump on my head. It’s your fault."Lisa grinned. "You’re still pretty with it.""You little—" Avery growled, chasing her around the room.Later that day, guided by the headmaid’s instructions, they arrived at Velena Couture—a lavish, high-end boutique owned by the Kuznetsovs themselves.From the gold-plated entrance to the rows of designer gowns inside, the place screamed money and power.They both entered the building, instantly catching the attention of several women inside — clearly the other wives.As Avery and Lisa walked in, a hush fell over the room. Heads turned. Whispers followed. But neither of them seemed to care."Isn’t that the new wife?" one woman muttered."Yeah... She looks so full of herself," sneered a blonde woman,

As Lisa was yanked backward, her head slammed into something hard. Her world went black.When she woke, the air was cold — thick with the scent of sweat and smoke. The room was dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb overhead. Shadows stretched across the concrete walls. She blinked slowly, disoriented.Several tall, broad-shouldered men stood before her, tattooed and built like killers. Their eyes gleamed with something… unkind.Her breath caught in her throat.Who are they? she thought, heart hammering. What did I do?Then a familiar voice broke the silence — smooth, venomous, female.“Oh, look. Sleeping beauty’s awake.”Lisa’s head turned shakily toward the voice.It was the blonde wife. Anya Kuznetsov. Sergei’s fifth wife — beautiful, cruel, and unhinged.Anya stepped into the light with a glass of red wine in one hand, her wrist wrapped tightly in bandages.“Here's the Korean whore,” she sneered. “You were with that bitch Avery the other day, weren’t you? She broke my wrist,” s