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Her beautiful hair was brushed back in a beautiful sleek pattern. She was escorted by her bodyguard, Bartholomew and her best friend, Cathy. Cathy wore a short, glimmering red dress which called for attention. El Russo's eyes did not fail to get pinned on the dazzling beauty he recognized. Even with the mask on her face, he could s recognize her. A smile flashed across his face, yet, that same tugging at his chest remained. "Wow, he is handsome!" Cathy chimed. Irina's eyes fleeted through the room in search of who Cathy was speaking about.

“Holy fuck.” Roman ’s eyes lock on me, and he walks to the bottom of the stairs. His tone is soft as he orders, “Come, Zolotse.” My heart beats a little faster as I take the stairs down to him, and when I place my hand in his, I lift my chin higher and look at the other men. “Introduce me,” I say with the same tone Roman uses when issuing a demand. Roman gestures at each of the men. “Nikolai and his guest, Bianca. Dominic Vitale and his wife, Sam. You already know Sasha And last but not least, Sergei.”

The moment hung between them, charged with recognition and the warmth of unspoken memories. “I'm Lucas Russo.” Lucas introduced himself and stretched his hand out to Natalie and added, “What's the name of the prettiest woman who had been tormenting my dreams?” Natalie shook her head, disbelief etched on her face as she smiled and replied, “Natalie, Natalie Romano.” Lucas' smile froze, but he immediately masked it and said, playfully, “Are you perhaps related to Xavier Romano?” Natalie smiled and nodded. “He's my cousin. We are in one of his restaurants.”

She had to tilt her head upward to meet my eyes, as she was shorter than me. "You have led our people brilliantly over the years, Alexander. You have been a good lord, using your logic and instincts wisely," Mum said. "But ?" She sighed. "Why is this girl being kept in our healing center instead of being locked up? Surely, you know that rogues are a danger to any kingdom." "Mum, she is not a threat," I defended Natasha. She crossed her arms. "How would you know?" "Because she's my mate," I wanted to say, but stopped myself.

Natasha chuckled softly and replied, "Hahaha... Rex is actually my buddy. He's a very close friend of mine, more like a brother. No romantic attachment whatsoever." "I see... we hope you find a partner, not a business partner you know," Valerie clarified. Bashfully, Natasha responded, "Yes, exactly. Hopefully, when the time is right, I'll meet someone who complements my life. But for now, I'm embracing my singlehood." She concluded with laughter. As the show ended, Natasha was surrounded by her bodyguards, preparing to head to another meeting. The press eagerly approached her for questioning, but her men shielded her until she decided to address them.

“She's Vera. Vera Ivanov.” A gasp exploded beside me and I rolled my eyes, sighing in regret. Luca was such a bitch. “You're Vera Ivanov?” Nate spluttered. “What the hell?!” “I go by Natasha now,” He scrunched up his face in confusion. “Why? You're a legend! Everyone in the mafia world has heard about you. You've killed over two hundred people! That's amazing!” I winced at the reminder and shook my head. “My sister doubts that though,”

"And who is the lady?” I didn't bother with the game. “Natalie. My special projects coordinator.” His smile widened. “Interesting." Ivan straightened and turned to Natalie. "Ivan Romanov.” His introduction was straightforward. Nikolai lifted one hand lazily from his chair. “Nikolai Romanov.” Then he settled back like he owned the room. Natalie nodded with a simple smile. Nikolai opened the folder in front of him. He clearly had something to say.

With that, he stood up from where he was sitting and exited the place. Whatever. I kind of mingled with the crowd, and I noticed Tasi. But before I could scream her name, she motioned me over, which I did without wasting time. “Hey guys, this is Natalya. She’s my roomie and the first tier champion, yeah,” she said with pride. I mean, who wouldn’t be proud of me, not after I almost got my ass whipped out there. We stayed there for a while, and the trumpet sounded again.

"You've done what no one else could. You've brought down Damian. You've brought down Charles. You've exposed the network. You've become a symbol of hope. And the Syndicate is afraid of you." "Afraid of me?" I asked, incredulous. "They've been watching you," Alexander said. "They've been monitoring your movements. They've been trying to figure out how to stop you. And they've decided that you need to be eliminated." I felt a chill run down my spine. "They're going to kill me?" "They've already dispatched their best operative," Alexander said. "A woman named Natasha Volkova. She's a former Russian spy. She's killed dozens of people. She's never failed a mission."

Chapter Thirteen Sebastian The meeting had ended twenty minutes ago. Unfortunately, the silence left behind was far more irritating than the board members themselves. I stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office with one hand tucked into my pocket while the city stretched endlessly beneath me. Cars moved like streams of light below, distant and insignificant compared to the thoughts currently occupying my mind. Natasha Berlin. She had insisted on handling Duncan herself and against my better judgment… I allowed it. Behind me, the soft sound of a tablet being set down broke the silence. My assistant, Marcus, stood near the desk with his usual composed posture.