Mafia's Bloodline | 18+

5 - First Move

While Vladislav was in Russia, patiently waiting for the right time to strike, Kirill and Mia were inseparable. Kirill had never fully explained to Mia why Danila left so abruptly even though she had tried to get the information out of him a few times. While she felt hurt that her and their friendship with him was cut so abruptly, she felt like it was between them two and let it go.

The day Kirill found out about Vladislav, he hired a private security company in New York for them and a private investigator and security team in Russia to track Vladislav's every move.

With Oleg gone, his biggest danger was eliminated but he never could have been prepared for the skeletons than came out of Mia's past. Just as her, he was shocked and alarmed. He had visited with Mia's father, alone, and had received all the information that Paul knew.

Mia and Kirill decided to move to Montreal for the time being and just enjoy spending time together. A quiet and quaint city in Canada, away from the problems New York kept throwing their way and still far away from Europe and Russia.

All was quiet on the Vladislav front and Kirill was getting consistent updates about him. Trying to keep everything quiet, he ordered a hit on Vladislav's life - twice, and both times, his money went down the drain. Vladislav escaped both times and Kirill pondered if he should go home and do it himself but had no idea how to even broach the subject with Mia. Vladislav was her grandfather after all.

He also had his informant in the North American Bratva who would tip him off if Vladislav ever reached out to them.

They settled into a good life, filthy rich and young, they wanted to just spend time together which is what they did. They kept a low profile and traveled around the province, going on skiing and camping trips and catching up with all the regular activities they never got to experience together before.

They weren't particularly trying but Mia got pregnant and was ecstatic that she would become a mother just as Kirill was over the moon about finally becoming a father. He was nearing his fortieth birthday and wanted to start a family with her.

She wanted a family life with Kirill too. To be a mom, to be a wife, to take her kids to daycare and go on family skiing trips.

But it didn't work out for them. Seven weeks into Mia's pregnancy, her period started and she was completely devastated. She felt like her body failed her, like she let herself and Kirill down. Both her and Kirill mourned the loss of their child but decided to try again and happily, Mia got pregnant once more almost a year later. This time, she didn't even make it to seven weeks and lost the baby earlier.

Both of them leaving the doctor's office in June, one year after their first pregnancy loss, they came out with good news: they were both healthy, miscarriages happen, they just need to try again.

In better spirits, sitting on a patio, Kirill and Mia were chatting about where they wanted to go next.

Kirill was obsessed with Mia. The last year and a half was the happiest time in his life. He was free from his past life and he could spend every second with her, just living, just enjoying their time together.

Taking her hand in his, he looked at her like for the first time. His bewitching life partner, he disappeared in her gaze.

He had been through so much with her and she met every challenge with confidence, grace, and determination.

As he watched her smile gently at him, her expression slowly changed to one of concern and fear and he felt the presence of two bodies beside him.

Two police officers with four others behind them, asked Kirill to stand up and put his hands behind his back. Trying to figure out what was going on, both Kirill and Mia stood up but that motion set both cops on edge and one swung his baton at Kirill's thighs, making him fold in pain.