Nikita Lytkin Novels & Stories

I finally got to the front line and when I raised my head to look at the so-called Alpha Kilhan, I could say nothing but… “Damn!” ‘He is the youngest and hottest Alpha I have ever seen in my entire life!’ With my eyes widened in uttermost shock, I scanned his appearance from head to toe. He had a blonde low-cut on, and his eyes were fierce yet captivating at the same time. His nose ran straight down from the middle of his eyes to the top of his super attractive infranasal depression. His lips were plump and pink, and from under his left ear, down to his exposed chest was a large tattoo. I had no idea what was drawn but on my… it was so hot.

Nikoli Silvanic. Nikoli had been a young Lieutenant in the Russian underground twenty years ago but he was moving up the ranks quickly. He’d seen the solidarity the five of them shared and began working with them. He taught them everything he knew and before long, they had become a force to be reckoned with. When it was time to move from Russia and represent the Russian Bratva here in America, Nikoli brought them with him. Nikoli had stayed in New York after he set Yuri and the others up in New Orleans as their base. Just like at home, the five brothers had to fight for what they had but it had been worth the struggle.

He told her. "If you do that, you wouldn't be seeing him today. I'm his right hand. The person after him. I could put in words for you to enable the meeting hold today, if you want me to. Otherwise, I'll return to my office," Caitlyn voiced out with her usual smile. Martin clenched his teeth and his fists in anger. The smile she held irritated him. To be the right hand of lawyer Bernard, she must be extremely smart and intelligent. Martin despised smart women.

Now, my focus should be informing Freya about it. She will be mad at me if she finds out the truth the wrong way. “Do you miss me, Alpha,” Lyrik said out of the blue. “I don’t. Not even for a moment.” She whiffed in amusement. “I know you are going to say that to me. But this is something I'm very much used to,” Lyrik stood up from her seat. Elegantly, she ambled in my direction. Stopping beside me, she rested her butt on my desk edge. “You know there are other responsibilities for you to carry out, Alpha.”

But after some time things changed as the whole room was filled with laughter. Ahh_Ahhh,ahhhhhhhh Come on son, release. I was just joking with you. Lycan said with a smile on his face. Are you sure sir? Neo asked Of course my dear. I love men who go for what they want. That is why my son is the CEO of our company. And now he wants to take over his calling as a Lycan even when am not yet dead and that is because he knows this old man needs some vacation.

He carried two coffees, handed one to Nikolai without asking. “Morning, sunshine,” he said to me. “You look like shit.” “Fuck off.” I wiped blood from my lip, must’ve split it on his elbow. “You got something?”Frederico leaned against the weapons rack, sipping his coffee. “Yeah. Ran the description of the lead shooter through some contacts. Bald, tattoos up the neck star on the left side, prison ink. Recognized him. Dmitri Volkov. Runs muscle for the Volkov Bratva out of Brighton Beach. Second-generation. Nasty fucker. Likes knives more than guns.”Nikolai froze.

he pointed at Liam as he said this. Lyle recognized this man. His name was Kemuel Goggins, and he was a captain serving directly underneath Sergey Brin, the deputy chief of their precinct. He was Sergey's second-in-command, and was feared just as much.

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He was about to say something again, but I already pushed him to the side to leave. "Nikita, wait!!!" he called out. I turned my back to give him a rude middle finger. He smiled dotingly which made me more annoyed. How can he act so cool about it when I'm here and dying of hatred towards him. "Your Final fight is tomorrow, right? I did some research about your last opponent. His name is Alston. He's an Alpha. I want you to be careful from him. He's a dangerous opponent," he warned. I looked at him boredly, frowning at the thought of him thinking that I need his help. I obviously won't listen to him. I'd rather die in that ring that listens to his advises.

Her eyes moved from my face to the half dead man and she cried at the sight of him. “You wanted to know who I am Lily, well this is who I am... I am Nikolai fucking Vladimir, Leader of Bratva, second son of Russia most deadliest man, ruler of all underlings and I am not terrified to tear down any organization who dares to challenge me. Trained from the very young age of 8 on how to use a gun, kill-count is 93...”, I took out a gun from behind my pants and shot the prisoner on the forehead, “...94”, I counted.