Yuri Volkov Novels & Stories

Amused, like a snake watching a mouse dance too close. “Who the hell is that?” I whispered. Yuri wiped blood from his lip, ego cracked worse than his dignity. “I think… that’s Misha Petrov.” No. Fucking. Way. I’d heard the stories. The Bratva’s reaper. The man who made people disappear like smoke. The man who was supposed to marry my sister. He didn’t move. Didn’t call his soldiers back. Didn’t lift a hand. He just watched me. Like a puzzle he wasn’t sure he wanted to solve.

So Alexander had lost control of his favorite weapon. Good. I scrolled. Beneath the video list, a small panel detailed more about OPERATIVE N. - NAME: NIKOLAI SERGEYEVICH VOLKOV - ROLE: FIELD OPERATIVE / ASSET RECOVERY - NOTES: EFFECTIVE, UNSTABLE. STRONG ATTACHMENT TO SUBJECT C‑01. RECOMMENDED: MANAGE OR NEUTRALIZE. Strong attachment. Manage or neutralize. The words swam. My fingers trembled as I scrolled further down, to another timestamp.

First profile popped up. "Let's start the intros." PROFILE 1: KIRILL VOLKOV "Head of the Volkov Family. Kirill Volkov. 58. Alpha." Dante explained. "Sharp businessman. Cars, tech. Owns half of Russia basically. Never breaks a promise. Has huge contacts. Very possessive of his family." Lorenzo nodded. Just like Dad said. PROFILE 2: ARINA VOLKOV "Second, Arina Volkov. Wife. 52. Omega."

ASHER I looked at him and answered him as calmly as I could. “No. Of course not.” Then I shrugged slightly. “But who are we kidding? He won’t be in power for long.” “How dare you!” Yuri stepped forward angrily. But his father lifted a hand, stopping him immediately. “Enough,” he said. Yuri froze in place. Alex Volkov turned back to me. “Now,” he said. “What do you want, Romano?” “Is Yuri going to be the next leader of the Bratva?” I asked.