The Kingpins Angel

ARTEMIS AKA WOLF

I have carved my name into this world by taking what I want. 

My past is tattooed into my soul.

Born into the Volkov family, I was raised in brutality and violence.

Now I run these streets.

Blood and violence taunt everything I touch.

This life I lead is cruel.

It's brutal to no extent.

The things I've seen and the devastation I've created to protect what's mine isn't for the faint-hearted. 

To be a great Kingpin, you must be merciless and willing to take lives to push your authority and benefit from the cruel organization's illicit activities.

 Artemis Ivan Volkov is my given name, and my late father was Nikolai Volkov. Till the end, my father was a merciless bastard, and it is because of him that I am the lone survivor of our bloodline.

The manner in which a Volkov must ascend the throne to govern conceals a hidden secret. A secret that has developed into a ritual on the eve of your coronation.

"It's the only way, Wolf," Igor says again bursting my bubble of self-pity. 

I rub my hand over my face, sighing.

Turning my head, I stare out the window, looking up at the moon perched high above the hazy sky, then fixing Igor with a blank stare. 

"I made it clear that I wouldn't remarry again after my wife Anastazia died." I lean forward stabbing my finger against the top of the dining table. "I have nothing to offer the daughter of a low profile gang leader. Why should I marry her when I can just take what I want?" I snarl, standing from the table abruptly causing the chair to hit the ground behind me.

"That's before you started expanding your horizons. The other families are talking and they won't put up with your Impulsive plays." 

"The marriage is irrelevant to our source of problems."

"Net [No] the marriage serves as an excellent cover-up. By marrying the gang leader's daughter, you will convince the families that your turfs are connected, and they will turn a blind eye until you provide them with a reason not to."

"It's about time the other families realize who's truly the most feared," I growl with irritation. 

"I thought we were going to do things differently after Cosa Nostra?" Igor sighs, placing his utensils down beside his plate, and wiping the corners of his mouth with a cloth napkin that was draped over his thighs. "We don't need any more heat on our heads than we already do. It's just for a year."

"A year? That's three hundred and sixty-five days." My body goes achingly tense when I speculate the days of misery ahead.

"Da, [Yes,] it's only twelve glorious months, Wolf." Igor taunts and stands straightening his suit jacket. "She is young, a good girl, and she may be easily influenced if you play your cards right."

"How young is young?"

"She is Twenty-two." He replies with a smirk playing on the corners of his lips.

"Twenty-Two! I'm Thirty-five Igor!" I pick up the glass from the tabletop and toss it across the room, watching it smash into the wall and shatter across the marble floor. "She was a newborn on my thirteenth birthday."

Igor turns to look at the broken glass dispersed across the floor then looks back at me. "The wedding has already been arranged. You will marry in two weeks." He declares firmly, pulling out a brown folder from his breast pocket and he tosses it onto the table. "Photos of the future Mrs Volkov are inside," He smiles, nodding his head as he takes his leave.

"BLYAD! [FUCK!]" I yell livid, slamming my open palm against the tabletop, and causing it to rattle.

Viktor walks up to me with a note in his hand. “Boss, I was asked to give this to you.”  

I snatch the piece of folded paper from his grasp, opening it. ~I'm wet and need you, Wolf.~ 

It states.  

The note is from Ella, who is waiting for me in my office. 

I look at him, curling my finger, gesturing for him to come a little closer. “Go and put the mask on; you can satisfy her needs tonight. I'm in no mood to entertain her.” I say in his ear, making sure only he hears me.

Viktor's gaze widens a little as he expels a harsh breath and rubs his nape, then nods. I watch as he turns on his heel and walks away with his shoulders sagging and his head dipped. 

Ella has no idea who is fucking her most of the time, as I'm always wearing a mask. I know it turns her on not knowing whether it is me or Viktor. The first time she found out that it was Viktor fucking her, she was livid. At first, she called it rape, but she forgot that she shared with me how much she fancied Viktor and she'd love to fuck him too. 

I'm not into sword fights when I'm balls deep inside a woman. She is either with me, and me alone. 

But now… She fucking loves it. She loves not knowing who is fucking her, and as of late, it's been Viktor. At first, he loved getting his dick wet, pounding Ella as she screamed my name. But now, it seems more of a task for him, as her sexual needs are insatiable. 

If there is one person who is going to cause trouble in my new marriage, it will be her. Every family has a loose cannon, and she is it.

Opening the brown folder Igor left behind, I pull out the photos of my future bride. She looks so young and innocent, and a man like me will only ruin her. It's what I've been trained to do. And that's precisely what I intend to do. I will ruin her in ways that will leave her royally and mentally fucked up. 

Once I am done with her, no man will want to pick up the pieces because no man wants a damaged woman, no matter how beautiful she is. 

Anastasia was my wife. The love of my life, and that's how it will always be. Ella is just a piece of pussy for me to blow off steam when I need to. 

So, I hope my little Red Riding Hood is ready to meet her big bad wolf…