Nikolai Petrov Novels & Stories

“Pull everything on Belov. Old credentials, account access, contacts, his every move since he left. If he so much as sneezed, I want to know where and when.” Jack nodded, “On it.” “Petrov,” Nikolai continued, “I want every person who touched those accounts in this room by tomorrow.” “Yes, boss.” Petra scoffed, like she wasn't the cause of all the trouble. “Is that all?” Nikolai looked at her; his jaw tightened as he responded. “For now.” “Nice.” She said with a smile. “Do not mistake that for me clearing you.” He said. Her smile faded. “I wouldn't dream of it.”

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-"

"There is no girlfriend, is there?" "She'll be here," Andrei muttered as he shoved his phone back in his pocket, annoyed that Holly had gone radio silent on him. "I can't wait to meet her," said Nikolai, turning to welcome their guests when the doors flew open and the Petrovs' entourage strolled in. Besides their security detail, there were five of them. Roman, the head of the Petrov family, was a finance big shot with immense sway in both the business world and the Russian underworld.

Nicolai paced the study, his fingers drumming on the table in front of him. The conversation with Sergei had been brief and to the point. Petr had been found, but no sign of Dmitri. Nicolai knew his brother's MO too well, and Petr's brutal murder only confirmed his involvement. He ran a hand across his face, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle on his shoulders. He'd been unable to focus on the financials Sergei needed him to review, his thoughts constantly drifting to Alessia. He was thankful that at least he knew she was safe under his roof.

“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.”

Alpha Leonardo; Vogarthy lustful eyes on my pet were too evident, and the fact they were accompanied by anger gave me one of the greatest joys ever. He was mad because I held her back from moving, but the party was just beginning. My pet tried to snatch her hand away from me but I held her tightly. My gaze was still fixed on Vogarthy’s face. His lips dragged into a smile, and I knew he was fucking trying to mask his anger. He rested his palms on the rounded table and pulled his face closer to her. “Hi, Mate,” he softly greeted her.

Before I dial, I let myself consider the risk, briefly. Nikolai’s past is… complicated. The accident left fractures no one fully understands. There are memories he doesn’t have access to, instincts that surface without explanation. And then there’s Anastasia. A name that should mean nothing now. I push the thought aside and place the call. “Mr. Petrov,” I say when he answers. “It’s Larisa.” There it is. The hesitation. The sharp intake of breath. “My lady,” he replies carefully. “This is unexpected.”

she insisted. “No.” I glanced toward Nikolai’s closed doors. “I have watched Alpha Romanov most of his life. I watched his father raise him. I watched Nikolai become the man he is now, and I have watched him refuse nearly every attempt anyone made to bring a woman permanently into his life.” She tightened. “I know that.” “Then look at what is happening rather than what you want to happen.” My voice softened because I knew the next words would hurt. “Valeria’s presence here is not going to remain only about a contract.”