Novel & Cerita Fyodor X Nikolai

That was the price she'd get to pay for killing my mother. “Focus on Zorya and Irina, Adrian. Leave the boys to me. Especially Nikolai, I'll deal with him myself!” Sergei said with hostility in his voice. He hated Nikolai just like I do. Sometimes, I feel he hates him more than Zorya. “Don't worry uncle. I'll take things from here.” I inform him. He's helped me a lot. I'll deal with things myself. “Rubbish!!” He slams in Russian.

" You know how much respect I have for you, Gio but if we were all to accept sorrys, don't you think our empires would have collapsed? " Giovanni was quiet. I was in awe of the power Nikolai was exuding. Despite being much younger than all of the mafia Dons in the room, he commanded respect. " What is it that you want Nik? " Gio asked. " Only those who are close to me call me Nik. You and I are not close, Gio so call me Nikolai or don't at all. As for what I want, I want nothing. My wife will decide what she wants to do about this whole situation. "

“You’re flirting with death. I’m not the only person who could take you down.” The accusation sticks tighter than it would have before El, before the heartbeat in that little office, but I sip my coffee like his words don’t mean a thing to me. The waitresses don’t seem to give a fuck about our little scuffle, at least. “Do you have anything other than threats?” I ask. Henry sighs. “Fyodor’s not a totally uncommon name, but I did some digging, and I was able to connect it to a guy called Raskolnikov, who dropped off the map in Russia about a month before Fyodor started moving over here.”

“Don’t even fucking start with me.” Scrutinizingly, Anatoly crossed his hands over his chest, arching a questioning brow at me. “I’m sure this can’t be bad for you. You’re Nikolai. TheNiko Yezhov. You don’t have a fucking Achilles heel. You can handle anything.”