Count Alexander Rostov Is He Real Novels & Stories

I told them hoping to get some sense into their brains and gave Mateo back his phone. "Yes... About that," Reuben said nervously, which made me curious. The look on their faces was telling me that this man was no ordinary person. "About what? Who is he?" I wanted to know at all costs. I hated suspense. "He is Valentin Rostislav, the ruthless Alpha of the Crown Heart Pack. From his pack to the underworld, his reputation is infamous, and he is a real psycho." Reuben introduced dramatically, and I was left in total shock.

"Alexander claims he loves me, although I find it hard to believe." Mikhail grunts. "As do I." I give my brother a look that tells him to shut up. "The crazy thing is, I think I feel the same." I glance at Alexander, whose ice-blue eyes find mine, widening slightly. "You do?" he asks, almost sounding as if he doesn't believe me. Mikhail shakes his head. "Alexander is Mexican. The men won't follow him." I tilt my head and shrug. "You just got married, brother. Who is to say you won't have an heir to the empire?"

“All right then.” “I’ll call you tomorrow.” I hang up with a sigh, and call Rosa. “About bloody time,” she says. “How’s it going?” “I don’t know.” “What does that mean?” “I guess I’m just confused about everything.” “Well, I’d be confused too if I ended up in the bed of one of the richest men in the world. I can’t believe you told me his name was Nikolai Something or other, when he is Nikolai Smirnov, a fully paid up member of the Russian billionaire club.”

"Konstantin." As if electrocuted, Dostov released his bite with a slight surge and then looked up at Alice. Nick's blood flowed slowly from his fangs into his jaw. I don't know why Alice called him Konstantin, or how she knew Dostov. The only thing I know is that both of them are from Russia. Dostov stood up from his spot and took a step toward Alice, the expression on his face contrasting with his age. Dostov is one of the oldest Volders alive, and when you get as old as Dostov controlling emotions becomes as easy as breathing. Expression is weakness, if your enemy can read the expression on your face he can beat you easily.

"But I do know that Michael Rostova is not as dull as he pretends to be." I don't speak Dad's real name. I don't want to hear it anymore. "How much do you know?" Her tone softens. "I thought Rostova was a low-level player or maybe a caporegime like my dad. But that's about it. But it sounds like he isn't, is he?" "No," I reply. "He was the Avtoritet." "What the hell is that?" "I don't know, but it sounds important." It takes a moment before Mercy speaks. But when she does, her words slam into the phone. "Fuck the Bratva. Scumbags. All of them."

“It was one of the biggest and last financial scams our family ever experienced.” I felt my heartbeat quicken. “My father spent years trying to find them, but he only found a name,Alexander Roth. They kept changing countries. Changing identities. Changing company names. They were always one step ahead.” I looked at Adrian carefully. “And you’re saying…” “I’m saying Alexander Roth isn’t who you think he is.” The words hung heavily between us. I looked away. That couldn’t be possible. Alexander had seemed professional. Calm. Confident. Everything about him looked genuine.

"I could’ve it handled. Tell me, son, is there something you’re hiding I am not aware of?” English. He used English. And I trembled. Son? Did he just called Judas…. My eyes widended. Oh my god! Now I remembered where I saw him. On the magazine. Alexei Volkov. The Russian entrepreneur. Some say he had ties with mafia. "Я ничего не скрываю." ("I’m not hiding anything.") Alexei’s dark eyes were like twin daggers as he leaned forward. "Тогда объясни, пчто ты поджег склад, чтобы скрыть свои следы."

Nova wouldn’t approve. The guy steps closer, his eyes darkening. "You must be the infamous Rhydar Kane." I flash him a cold smile. "Depends who's asking." "My name is Alexander," he says. "Son of the alpha of alphas." Wow. I'm shaking in my boots. "So?" I say, cocking a brow. "I have heard a lot about you. You’re a pussy who goes around parading himself to be a predator. People like you disgust me.”

His hands tightened around mine, just enough to jolt my attention to him, fully. Glassy eyes found his cold ones, and I watched him clench and unclenched his jaw before another scoff escaped him. "Fuck anyone that tried to put ideas in your head, little mate... Unless I've had an engagement in hell or in my dreams, then I'm still very much legally single and you, little mate will make that change very soon" he muttered at once, and my breath hitch as I searched his eyes for any sign of sincerity. He wasn't lying. He's nothing but sincere right now. But does that mean Rosetta lied? Would she have the guts to lie like that, using Alexander's name as cover? And a betrothal? Seriously?!

Finally it was his time, he chuckled standing up and leisurely walking out like an untamed boss. If Alexander Storm thought he did something then he was wrong, he forgot the man he was dealing with was Cyril Sokolov, the Russian Mafia who had spent his whole life far disgusting and bad environment than this. If only that silver spooned Mama's boy knew the struggle Cyril had to endure just to climb to the position he was at today, he might pass out.