God Of Crimson : A Mafia Deal Sealed in Sin

Love Under Siege

Nikita Volkov

The hallway was tense as Nikolai and Nikita moved cautiously toward the source of the shattered glass. The laughter and music of their wedding reception faded behind them, leaving only the pounding of her heart and the weight of uncertainty in the air.

"Stay close," Nikolai instructed, his voice low and serious. He scanned the surroundings, every muscle in his body coiled like a spring, ready to react.

Nikita felt a mix of excitement arıd fear. This was what she had signed up for, the unpredictable chaos of mafia life. But at this moment, it was more than just adrenaline-it was about protecting the man she had sworn to stand beside.

"Did you hear anything?" she whispered, her eyes darting around as they approached the terrace doors.

"No," he replied, his voice firm, "but I can smell trouble."

A Daring Confrontation

They pushed through the doors, and the cool night air hit them like a wave. Outside, the scene was chaotic: broken glass lay scattered on the marble floor, and guests were milling about in confusion. The romantic ambiance had shifted to an atmosphere charged with anxiety.

"What happened?" Nikita asked, spotting Sofia in the distance, looking flustered and guilty.

"Someone threw a bottle," one of the guests exclaimed. "It nearly hit Sofia!"

"Of course, it was her," Nikolai muttered, his jaw tightening. "Always trying to stir up drama."

Just then, a group of men stepped out from the shadows, their faces obscured but their intent clear. Nikita's heart raced. The were dressed in dark clothing, a clear sign of trouble, and she recognized the insignia on their jackets-it was from a rival family.

"Looks like our little party has drawn some unwanted attention," Nikolai said, his tone dripping with annoyance.

The Stand-Off

"Get back inside," he ordered, pushing Nikita behind him, but she refused to budge.

"Absolutely not. If this is a fight, I'm fighting," she insisted, fire igniting in her veins. "I didn't train all those years just to stand by while you handle things."

Nikolai turned to her, a mixture of pride and irritation in his eyes. "You're not just my wife now; you're a target, too. I won't let anything happen to you."

"I'm not a damsel in distress, Nikolai," she shot back, anger flaring. "We fight together, or not at all."

The tension between them crackled, but he finally nodded, a reluctant acceptance of her resolve. "Fine. But if things go south, you follow my lead."

"Deal," she said, a wicked grin on her lips. "Let's show them who they're messing with."

The Clash

The rival men approached, their leader stepping forward with a cocky swagger. "Nikolai Russo, still thinking you can rule these streets, huh?" he taunted, a sneer on his lips.

Nikolai stepped forward, his posture confident and commanding. "I don't just think it—I know it. You're in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Is that so?" the rival sneered. "You think a little marriage ceremony makes you untouchable? This city isn't yours to rule, and we're here to remind you of that."

Nikita felt the tension in the air intensify, but she couldn't let fear take over. "You're just a bunch of cowards looking for attention," she called out, her voice steady. "You want a fight? Then let's give you one."

The Fight

With that, chaos erupted. Nikolai surged forward, engaging the rival leader, while Nikita took on one of the goons, a man who clearly underestimated her. She ducked under his swing, countering with a swift jab to his stomach, making him double over in surprise.

"Not so tough now, are you?" she taunted, adrenaline surging through her as she kicked him in the leg, sending him sprawling.

Nikolai fought with a blend of raw power and skill, his movements a beautiful dance of aggression. As he pinned the leader to the ground, Nikita took down another thug, their combined energy electrifying.

"See? This is teamwork!" she shouted, dodging another blow and retaliating with a punch that landed squarely on her opponent's jaw.

"Keep your guard up!" Nikolai yelled, catching her eye with an approving grin before turning back to his fight.

The Turning Point

Just as it seemed they were gaining the upper hand, Sofia reappeared, her voice dripping with feigned concern. "Nikolai! Watch out!"

In that split second, Nikita turned to see a figure lunging at Nikolai with a knife. Without thinking, she threw herself in front of him, instinct kicking in.

The knife pierced her side, a sharp pain radiating through her body. Time slowed, the world fading into a blur as she stumbled back, her breath hitching in her throat.

"Nikita!" Nikolai roared, his eyes "Nikita!" Nikolai roared, his eyes wide with horror as he rushed to her side, pushing the attacker away and quickly assessing her wound.

A Moment of Clarity

The pain was intense, but Nikita fought to stay conscious. "I... I'm okay," she managed, though she could feel warmth pooling beneath her. "We need to take care of this first."

"No, we're getting you to a doctor," he insisted, panic flickering in his gaze as he scooped her into his arms, ignoring her protests.

"Damn it, Nikita! Why did you jump in front of me?" he hissed, his voice cracking.

"Because I love you, idiot," she replied, her vision blurring. "And I wouldn't let anything happen to you."

With that declaration hanging in the air, the world spun as Nikolai carried her back into the reception, calling for help. She felt a rush of warmth spread through her, not just from the wound, but from the truth that had finally spilled out.