Irina Spalko Novels & Stories

—Irina, I'm not understanding you. —It happens that yesterday I tried to communicate with you all day, we had a visit to the vineyard —she reminded him annoyed—You are my best friend and the only one, but I need if you are going to be with me in the preparations for my wedding, otherwise I will accept the help From Saul's sister, my sister-in-law would be delighted to participate in her brother's wedding. — Luciana closed her eyes upon hearing the hurt tone of her friend, she did not want to disappoint her, she had said it well, she was her best friend and her only one.

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

I knew that was a stupid question when I asked it, but Iryna just grinned and put on an obviously affected air of superiority. "I am Iryna Baraskova, the fifth ranked woman in the world. I go where I wish." I cocked my head at her in disbelief and she giggled. It was sweet and innocent. I loved hearing it. "It is kind of true. My agent called the club. I have an honorary membership now. I will make a nice donation to the youth program." I laughed. "OK, I hope you enjoy." I turned around and walked back toward my chair. My opponent had arrived, and was standing open-mouthed, staring across the court. "Holy Crap! Is that..."

Rios kissed the middle-aged woman’s hand before ushering them to the venue. Moments later, a chopper hovered above the clearing. Wind whipped across Rios’s face as the blades roared a few feet from him. “Irina Volkova,” Rios said, nodding as the woman in her early 40s stepped down from the aircraft. Irina was the daughter of a Soviet-era smuggler and was also a longtime friend. Though that friendship once blurred into a three-day drunken sexcapade, that had never been repeated.

So who the fuck is he? "Don't you?" Damien....no, not Damien, whoever the hell he really was, leaned back, completely relaxed. "Let me help you remember. Your name is Irina Volkov. You're twenty-four years old. You live in apartment 412 in Tekstilshchiki, though I suspect you won't be going back there. Your stepfather is Viktor Volkov, a gambling addict who transferred his debts to you before you ran away two years ago. Five hundred thousand dollars. You've been paying it off slowly by running romance scams. I'm your seventh target this year, though you had others before. Should I continue?" Jesus christ!

Everyone cheered and clapped, Irina smiled brightly with a hint of pride in her gaze. "Next up, is the couples' vote of thanks." - the Mc clapped, smiling as he passed the microphone over to Irina. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's an honor and as well a pleasure to be here with you today....... celebrating my two years anniversary with the man i love..... Jason Smith." - Her dress shimmered under the light, her waist lengthed red hair falling down her shoulders like waves.

It was a very peaceful breakup. I groaned as I looked at my watch while Danika complained about something as she continued to get dressed. She was back to being the angry stuck-up diva that people say she is. She has broken two of her coffee mugs over the smallest argument, she almost fired someone for bringing the ‘wrong’ brown coloured belt and she hasn’t spared me a look all morning.

“ I’m so sorry for speaking before you were finished but allow me to ask, aren’t there more pressing matters than this? We have nothing to give to our customers and they’re going to cave and buy from the Russians. “ Nikolai removed his hands from my seat and continued circling the table. I released a breath I didn’t even know I was holding as I watched him carefully. “ How can I fight the Russians if I don’t even have respect from the very people I took in and gave a home? There is a mole on the inside and that was how they knew when the shipments would arrive and how. They also knew my wife’s flight and where she would go for the meeting and when. “ Everyone paused to see how that related t

“Even though I could’ve. My army is strong enough now. But I didn’t attack.” “Why?” Alexandro asked. “Because I want peace,” Valerian said simply. “And… because my wife would kill me if I started another war.” Alexandro allowed himself a faint smile. “Your wife… she’s a siren, isn’t she?” Valerian raised an eyebrow. “How did you know?” “I suspected it,” Alexandro said. “The lake… Serena saw something. Someone. That was her, wasn’t it?” Valerian nodded. “Nivera. She’s… complicated. But she’s mine. And yes, I know your wife saw her. I allowed it.”