Nikolai Lantsov Novels & Stories

“You would be dying for a good cause, “ he gripped my hand tighter, pulling me closer. “If Nikolas finds out what you’re doing, I will kill you myself.” He let me go, and I instinctively clutched my wrist in pain. He got up from the table after tucking the document I gave him inside the jacket of his coat. “Go on, Antonio. I would like to talk to Viola about women's business.” He left with a huff, leaving me with Mother. “Guess who I saw at the Cartier store the other day?” She asked. Without waiting me to answer, she did it for me, “Aurora Mancini.”

His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for. Leo was professing his love after all this time and what he wanted to do within the next five year of his life. But did he even realize that five hears has passed that he did not talk to her? She could not help but question it all, Capri would not stop her life to let him in after this realization.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Lucian stood directly beside her, a towering, apocalyptic shield, his hand resting territorially on the curve of her lower back. The heavy reinforced aerospace door hissed open. Nikolai Volkov stepped into the cabin. He was an ancient, terrifying man, his face completely covered in decades old cartel scars. But he didn't look like a conqueror. He looked like a king who had just watched his empire burn. Silas and four elite ghost operatives instantly raised their suppressed rifles, the crimson laser sights painting Nikolai's chest. The Russian Patriarch didn't flinch. He looked at the heavily armed ghosts, then his eyes locked entirely onto Zara. He reached slowly into his heavy winter coat.

He kept on glancing at his wristwatch and scrolling through his phone. “Christian, I'm sure your father told you about me…how I treasure loyalty,” the man said, shifting his gaze. Shania took a sip of the wine she was offered and waited for Christian to answer. Mr. Nikolai was an old man with silver hair. Despite the few wrinkles on his face and nearly bald head. He was quite good-looking. Calm and had a predatory approach. “Ha, yes, yes…you don't have to worry…my team and I are fully ready to partner with you,” Christian said, raising a toast. Mr. Hector nodded as if in amusement and clicked glasses with him.

The gloves are set aside in a closed container. The bounded man named Nikita begins to openly tremble as his eyes trail over the avtoritet's bare hands. Hands that were capable of numerous lethal atrocities. To prevent impending doom, Nikita opens his chattering mouth for another malarkey. "P-Please Vladimir-I mean avtoritet, I s-swear I n-never betrayed my dearest Molotov Bratva...I s-swear to Khristos I s-swear to t-the Orthodoxy of the Church-"

It was like looking at a younger, smoother, perhaps even more deceptive version of my husband. A dark smile that didn't reach his cold eyes formed on his lips, and he gave a mock bow. "Allow me to introduce myself properly, Lella. I am Nikolai Volkonsky. Viktor's younger brother.” I gasped in shock. Yo-Younger brother? Viktor has a younger brother?!

I replied. "Wow, what amazing advice, thank you," She said sarcastically but still did as I said. I sat my ass on a different table from Ivan and his wife, His wife back faced me and I was met with a pair of dark eyes. Ivan looked around forty, he had black hair with streaks of grey peeking through, and he had a neck tattoo of a snake just below his ear. I bit my lip at him while he still remained in conversation with his wife.

Holly asked. "He's one of them people who don't look their age." Lydia explained. Holly hummed in understanding. "So we were talking about your Santa?" Lydia brought them back to their original conversation. The bell above the door rang and Lydia stared in awe. "Yes, I could've sworn he was my-" Holly froze when she looked up and saw what Lydia was staring at. He had dark, messy hair and radiated the kind of warmth only he could; he met her gaze with the softest smile she'd ever seen.

VICTORIA I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap. “Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started. From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo. He said he apologized for not attending. “I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.