Novel & Cerita Fyodor X Nikolai

Nikolai exhaled heavily and then started pacing around the room, I could see he was in panic mood as well. “Seven years ago, I got married to a woman named Sofiya Karpova. Barely two years after our marriage, I became the 52nd Don of the Moscow Bratva, now it wasn't a position that should have rightfully gone to me after my father's death, but I had the support of the majority because of my principles, so I successfully climbed to the top…”

Nikolai emerged from behind them, he frowned as he looked at me and pressed his lips into a thin line as if he was annoyed by my presence here. "Vladimir Ivankov, Niko's uncle," he offered me his hand for a handshake. Nikolai had told me that his mother was Russian; he must be from his maternal side of the family. I smiled and placed my hand in his, "Evangeline..." "I know, I know I have heard all about you" he laughed richly, "After the whole Russell balls-up." I didn't know what to say, I bit my lip and smiled in response. I glanced at Nikolai and saw him watching me with a deep frown.

He stated as a third man walked forward from behind his two Russian bodyguards, Nikolai’s eyes widening to recognize Salvatore’s man. “What is he doing here-?” “-Fio, kindly ask the man his good name,” “Andrei, sir,” Fio informed. “Ask him how long he’s been working for Nikolai,” “Two years,” “Now ask him who Yakov is,” Aleksander looked over his shoulder at the frozen figure of his father, a warmth spreading through his chest at the stunned look on the man’s face. “Nikolai’s second-in-command,” “And where is he?”

Enzo confirmed, pride evident in his voice. “Great, good job,” Nikolai said, offering genuine encouragement. His friends smiled, knowing he typically disliked sounding bossy. Nikolai stayed with them, helping organize everything from sleeping arrangements to meal planning. Eventually, once he felt satisfied with their progress, he began to feel the familiar excitement bubbling within him at the thought of seeing Alexei again. The memory of her smile and laughter filled him with warmth, and he wouldn't let anything distract him from that.

I said. “And that is exactly why I am warning you before you do something you cannot undo,” he said. I laughed sharply. “She is nothing,” I said. My father’s eyes flashed. “She is his mate,” he said. The words hit me hard enough that I stopped breathing. I stared at him. He continued before I could speak. “His mate, Elena.” “And you are defending a woman you barely know,” I said, refusing to believe that he was being serious. Nikolai couldn’t have a mate, I knew that he couldn’t.

Nikolai I glared at Anya over the table, ready to really kill this bitch for real. She was clearly having fun with this because she grabbed her father’s arm and then sheepishly said, “I don’t think that’s necessary, Father. I wouldn’t want to impose anything on Nikolai. He seems like someone who would rather find his own person.” “Nonsense.” Volkov waved dismissively. “He should be honored that he’s having my daughter as his wife. Is that right, Grey?”

Author’s Pov:- 24 hours back, San Francisco. “I'm extremely happy for your help, Nikolai,” The American mob boss said with a beaming face. He had been requesting the Russian don a hand in tackling the Irish mafia for months. There has been a conflict happening between these two mafia groups for a decade. “Christopher, I only accepted your request because of the help you offered in the past… in Boris’s case,” Nikolai said, Everyone sitting around the oval-shaped conference table was watching Nikolai with respect and a hint of fear in their eyes. Nikolai is one of the most feared and respected dons in the underworld mafia. He’s known to keep his promises and also the bloodshed he creates if so

Nikolai had Freya in stitches as he recounted a mishap involving a kayak, a curious moose, and a very wet camping trip. “I swear, the moose looked at me like I was an idiot,” Nikolai said, shaking his head. “Well,” Freya teased, “maybe the moose wasn’t wrong.” Nikolai feigned offense. “You wound me, Freya. Truly.” Freya laughed, her cheeks aching from smiling so much. “I’m sorry. You’re very brave. The bravest man to ever encounter a moose.” “Thank you,” Nikolai said with mock solemnity. “Finally, some recognition.”

Seated in the midst of my capos, I passed them all curious glances. Resting my hands on my thighs, I shook my head at them, "I don't know why. Probably he wants to finish what he started years back" I replied with tongue in cheek. Nikolia Fedorov, Don of the Russian mafia was the one responsible for the demise of my parents. He requested for a peace talk between the two mafia's as constant blood baths and gun wars were the norms with each mafia battling for superiority. My parents agreed and they actaully went with the hope of bringing an end to the meaningless deaths but Nikolia instead open fire on them.

he said. So that is how Sofiya met Vladimir. "How old is Vladimir?" I frowned. Vampires stopped growing old after a certain age. For all I knew, he could be centuries old. "Eighty-seven," he replied. My eyes bulged. Eighty-seven? Nik's laugh paused my train of thoughts. "I just wanted to see your expression. He is thirty-two." "Haha. You're very funny, Nik," I pouted. I was enjoying this laid-back and joke-y Nik.