All Chapters of Bratva Boss Vs. Glitter Glue: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Interlude: "The Arrival" Dmitri's POV She didn't belong here. Not in the snow. Not in this house. And certainly not in his world. The car looked like it had lost a bet with winter. Compact. Mismatched side mirror. One tire balding so badly, it should have disintegrated halfway up the mountain. But it had made it through the gate. Barely. Its engine coughing beneath the weight of cold and misjudged purpose. And then it stopped. He watched from the upper landing, hand braced on the railing, tension nesting behind his ribs like something coiled and waiting. His body recognized the threat long before his mind caught up.

 Later That Night   Dmitri's PoV The storm had cut the power just after sundown. No warning. No flicker. Just silence, then dark. The kind that swallowed edges and warped distance, softening even the stone walls he trusted more than people. A lesser man might've cursed. Dmitri Volkov simply lit a match. The emergency generators were holding the perimeter. He knew thi

The Next Morning Amelia's PoV         The dacha didn't sleep. Not really.         Too many walls had memory. Too many boots on the floor at odd hours. And in the silence that came after violence, everything echoed louder—creaking beams, murmured Russian, the soft metallic clink of weapons being reloaded somewhere out of sight. The quiet that doesn't soothe. It hums beneath the skin.         Amelia hadn't changed out of the flannel shirt since last night. It still smelled like pine smoke and something acrid, like metal. Her palms bore the faint

 A Few Weeks Later – Light Shared POV, Through Amelia's Lens  "Kirill, if you growl at the unicorn one more time, Elizabeta's gonna put glitter in your boots. Again."         The former enforcer didn't even dignify that with a reply. Just narrowed his eyes at the child perched on the table, wielding a glue stick like a grenade.         Amelia, sleeves rolled to her elbows, flipped another pancake with the skill and grace of someone who had not, in fact, been allowed near the stove for s