God Of Crimson : A Mafia Deal Sealed in Sin

The Ties That Bind

Nikita Volkov

The grand hall buzzed with life, laughter, and the clinking of glasses, but for Nikita, the world felt surreal. The chaos of the past few weeks faded into a soft haze as she stood beside Nikolai at their wedding reception, the air thick with the scent of flowers and the whispers of family. Today, they weren't enemies; they were partners, bound by vows that felt like a wild dream.

As guests congratulated them, Nikolai's hand was firmly wrapped around her waist, his presence a comforting heat against her side. He leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear. "You look incredible, Nikita. Are you ready for this?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," she replied, trying to steady the fluttering in her stomach. "Just remember, I won't be a docile wife."

He chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent a thrill down her spine. "Wouldn't dream of it. I expect nothing less than the fierce woman I fell in love with."

They shared a smile, a moment of connection amidst the chaos. Yet, in the back of her mind, the nagging worry of their enemies lingered. Tensions were high within the mafia world, and Nikita couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.

The First Dance

The time for their first dance arrived, and as they stepped onto the floor, the music enveloped them. Nikolai held her close, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony. "I still can't believe we're actually doing this," he murmured, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race.

"Believe it," she said with a playful grin. "We're in this together now. No turning back."

"Good. Because I have big plans for us, Nikita. I want to take this family to the next level."

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of plans?"

"Let's just say, I want you by my side in every fight, in every negotiation. Together, we're unstoppable."

His words ignited a fire in her, a sense of purpose that melded with the undeniable chemistry between them. "You do know I'm not just a pretty face, right? I have some moves of my own," she teased, recalling their training sessions where she had proven more than capable.

He smirked, dipping her slightly, his lips brushing her neck. "I wouldn't have it any other way. Just remember who you're up against."

The Wedding Cake Confrontation

As the evening progressed, laughter filled the air, and guests mingled while Nikita enjoyed the camaraderie. But trouble brewed when Sofia, Nikolai's ex-girlfriend, glided into the reception, her presence immediately turning heads.

With her blonde hair cascading down her back and a confident strut, she was all elegance—like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Nikita's heart sank as Sofia approached, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Well, well, if it isn't the new Mrs. Russo," Sofia drawled, a smirk playing on her lips. "Isn't this just adorable?"

Nikita straightened her back, refusing to be intimidated. "What do you want, Sofia? Didn't you get the memo? You're no longer relevant."

Sofia laughed, the sound laced with derision. "Oh, sweetie, I'm very relevant. I'm just here to remind everyone who Nikolai really belongs to."

"Nice try. He's married to me now, and I assure you, he won't be looking back," Nikita shot back, her voice steady, but the fire simmered beneath her surface.

Just then, Nikolai stepped up, placing a protective arm around Nikita's waist. "Sofia, this is a wedding, not a stage for your theatrics. If you're here to cause trouble, I suggest you leave."

Sofia's smile faltered, and she leaned closer, whispering in Nikita's ear, "You better watch your back. You think you know him? He's still mine, no matter what this ring says."

"Keep dreaming, Sofia. He chose me," Nikita shot back, her heart racing, adrenaline surging through her veins.

Nikolai's grip tightened around her waist, his eyes darkening. "You've overstayed your welcome. Leave before I have to escort you out myself."

Sofia's expression shifted from mockery to fury before she turned on her heel, leaving behind a tense silence.

"Wow, that was something," Nikita said, exhaling shakily.

"You handled that well," Nikolai replied, his voice low, admiration flickering in his eyes. "But don't let her get to you. You're the only one I want."

"Good," Nikita said, her confidence returning. "Because I'm not going anywhere."

The Honeymoon Suite

Later that night, as the party continued downstairs, Nikolai led her to their honeymoon suite. The moment the door closed behind them, the atmosphere shifted, electric with anticipation.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you looked today?" he asked, stepping closer, his gaze darkening with desire.

"Just today?" she teased, biting her lip.

"I mean, you always look beautiful, but today... you were captivating," he murmured, brushing his fingers against her cheek.

Before she could respond, he closed the distance, capturing her lips with his in a passionate kiss. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them—wrapped in each other, caught in a whirlwind of emotion and desire.

Nikita melted into him, their kiss deepening, igniting a fire within her. She had fought hard to be here, and now, every moment felt like a triumph. Their hands tangled in each other's hair, bodies pressing together as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.

A Little Mischief

As they pulled away, breathless and wanting more, Nikita had an idea. "You know, since this is our first night as a married couple, I think we should have a little fun."

"Oh? What do you have in mind?" he asked, his brow arching in curiosity.

"Let's play a little game. How about we see who can keep their clothes on the longest?" she suggested, a playful glint in her eye.

He chuckled, clearly intrigued. "Challenge accepted."

As the game ensued, laughter filled the room, each article of clothing becoming a playful trophy in their newfound intimacy. With every playful push and teasing taunt, they ignited a passion that left them both breathless.

The Unraveling

But just as the atmosphere turned steamy, the sound of glass shattering outside interrupted their moment. Nikolai's expression shifted instantly, his protective instincts kicking in.

"Stay here," he commanded, moving toward the door, but Nikita grabbed his arm.

"No way. If there's trouble, I'm with you," she insisted, her heart racing.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking at her with a mix of admiration and concern.

"Absolutely," she replied, determination shining in her eyes.

They stepped into the hallway, adrenaline coursing through their veins as they prepared to face whatever danger awaited them.