Yelena Belova Mcu Novels & Stories

"Ah, young love. How poetic. But I have leverage, my dear. You see, I've got something that means more to him than his precious Bratva." I furrowed my brows, a sinking feeling settling in my stomach. "What are you talking about?" Mikhail signaled to one of his henchmen, who brought forward a restrained and disheveled woman. It took me a moment to recognize her – Yelena. The shock of seeing her in this predicament rattled me to the core. "Alexei has a choice to make," Mikhail declared with a wicked grin. "His beloved Bratva or his dear sister. It's quite the conundrum, don't you think?"

“Justice for what they did to Mom. To us. The old families—Bratva, Greco, Moretti—they sold her out. Tipped the Russians. You locked it away. I’ll set it free. Starting tonight.” She lifted a vial—blue mist swirling inside. “One release. Lagos falls. Then the world. You can stop it. Give me the lock. Your blood. Your biometrics. Let me finish what Nadia started.” Dante and Rocco burst from shadows—rifles raised. Elena didn’t flinch. “You brought company,” she said. “Predictable.” The room filled with her guards—six, armed. Tension snapped taut—air electric. Rocco growled low. “Let him go.”

“To me, managing to look out for him for months was still brilliant.” Among the opposing side, it was Mikhail's strength that I never figured still. Yelena was an efficient private secretary with an obsession with efficiency and organization. Svetlana was a talented pack doctor who could make any medicine by using leaves and herbs. Irino was the smartest strategist of the Triton and Mikhail... I supposed he was that shifter we need to look out for Alexei. “But can he do it? He looked so... exhausted,” I emphasized the last word as I kept looking at Mikhail.

It was the raw, unyielding defiance of a woman who had survived the Poverty Trial, the Spire, and the Vault. "You think I'm weak because I love them?" Elena challenged, her voice ringing with a sovereign authority that made the cave vibrate. "You think Alexander is my weakness? You're wrong, Maya. He’s my gravity. He’s the only reason I didn't turn into a monster like you the moment I touched the Core." Elena held up the silver shards. "You want to reset the ledger? Fine. But you can't execute someone who has already died a thousand deaths." Elena didn't attack Maya. She turned and slammed the shards into a specific, crystalline vein in the cave wall—the "Anchor" Maya had mentioned.

A scuffled then ensued and Sam watched as Vittoria reached for him but he brushed her off with a deadly warning. Apparently, Italian billionaire, Damian McLaren is already married! The lucky woman? No other than the infamous Black Widow, Samantha Cameron. Or now, we say Mrs. Samantha McLaren. The Black Widow as we all knew was previously married to the late billionaire, Maxwell Cameron, who gained majority control of Cameron Elite when her husband passed away and inheriting his vast fortune. That makes her the most sough-after woman for the riches she had gained. But it looks like the fortune she inherited was not enough that she managed to ensnared another billionaire under her belt.

Standing in front of the main server, typing into a control panel, was a woman. Tall. Blonde. Dressed in all black. And when she turned, Ayesha’s breath caught. Elena Vasquez. One of Davos’ top operatives. She smiled. “You’re late.” Leena groaned. “Of course it’s her.” Ayesha’s jaw tightened. “Step away from the console, Elena.” Elena tilted her head. “You really think I’d make it that easy?” Then, the alarm sounded. And the trap snapped shut.

I get off, and when they realize it's me, they relax a little. "My name is Yelizaveta Belucci. What's your name?" She asks before I can pass through the gate. I hesitate to tell her my name. Although she helped me, I can't completely trust her. "If you ever need my help, you know my name. See you later, bonbon." She approaches me and gives me a quick kiss on the lips, which I wasn't expecting. I watch as she puts on her helmet and speeds off on her Fat Boy. I smile a little at the audacity of this girl, and before she disappears into the darkness, I shout after her, "I am the son of the Mafia Queen..."

I smirked and pushed him away and wiped my lips which caused him to frown even more. "Rest well, bae," I said, then slowly he lost his consciousness. I whistled as I saw him lying on the cold floor. "Looks like you can't even go to your girl now," I said and shook my head. I think, I need to thank Sophia for her lipstick. AS ordered by Aycxe we met at the compound of the mansion of Matthew Laqueza, a mafia lord and member of the Ktinódis syndicate. "Put this on each wall," I ordered Shiela and gave the two pieces of bombs.

Arcano smiled as he let me go and pulled Neko into a hug. “Good Evening Mr. Salvatore” Neko smiled as I rolled my eyes at their interaction. Neko engulfed my father in a warm hug and almost seemed like they melted into each other. “Who is this?” “G-Good Evening Sir. My name is Ayla and I am Miss Bella's Slave.” Ayla smiled and bowed down to show my father respect. “You are such a sweetheart” My father smiled. “She is an Elven slave and as of right now, she is under Salvatore protection. Unless you have a problem with that Arcano.”

Allen BolMont, his godfather and father's best friend sent on the journey to "keep Brick out of trouble" Richard "Riffraff" Harris the resident runt of the pack whom the Alpha had little to no patience for. Thomas "Taz"Michelson, a new recruit and recently shifted youth. Jason "Doc" Coderory the resident younger doctor of the pack whom was a fresh graduate of med school student before being attacked by a werewolf and infected before he could return home following summer vacation. Daphne "Goldie" Hoover was the only female member and the girl friend of Taz whom road bitch on his bike when they hit the road. She too had werewolf blood and something of a golden transformation whenever she was i