The Damned
{The De Luca Crime Syndicate}
This is a story about survival.
He has "Questa Cosa Nostra" tattooed on his chest while she has "Жизнь за жизнь."
This thing of ours VS A life for a life.
La Cosa Nostra VS the Bratva
She is running from her...
At the start of every chapter, there will be a snippet of Nandini's past from the beginning.
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August 20th, 1999 The Hermitage Palace, Russia
The Tsar of Russia, Aleksandr Romanova Volkov of the Romanov dynasty, paced down the halls of the Palace, their home, situated in Saint Petersburg. His wife's screams echoed in the vast space, giving birth to his daughter, the daughter that would help carry on his line much like his son who was now tucked away in his bed. He silently prayed for his child to be alright and for all complications to be eliminated.
He was not a good man nor a patient man and God, if there was one, knew that but their home was a peaceful one, regardless. Maybe it was because he was usually tucked away in his office or at the several companies he owned but the Tsaritsa, Anastasia Nikolaevna Volkov, kept busy with the workings of their household and spending time with their son. Living under the eyes of the entire country along with the threatened west meant that they were constantly on edge especially with their secret operations of the Bratva. This pregnancy was mostly hidden from their citizens not only because it had been a difficult one but because Aleksandr had other plans for his daughter and the less people knew about her, the less they would speculate around her disappearance.
A loud cry came from the room and he nearly fainted from relief. The heavy double-doors to the room opened only to reveal the several doctors he had paid to be at their disposal. The bowed low and began to congratulate him on the birth of his baby girl He was ushered inside and he beheld the sight in front of him with some trepidation. Anastasia was propped up against the many pillows behind her and was holding a swaddled baby in her arms, her face lined with exhaustion, a doctor between her legs no doubt stitching her back up. Her red hair sticking against her sweaty face and her doe eyes almost closing in sleep.
He walked up to them, almost mesmerised and bent down to grab his daughter out of his wife's arms and held her tightly against his chest. Once he stared at her face, he couldn't look away from the squirming baby, her small hands flailing in the air; a tuft of red hair peeking from the little blanket she was wrapped in.
"Моя дорогая. Добро пожаловать, Natalia." He whispered near her scrunched up face before lightly bringing his lips to her forehead. {My sweet darling. Welcome.}
Natalia Irina Volkov was welcomed into the world by her 'loving parents', born as the Grand Duchess of Russia, both her parents fawning over her as her loud wails quieted down to soft little coos, her eyes opening slowly before gazing at the hazel-coloured eyes in fascination. He smiled at the little body in his eyes before offering his finger which she gripped with such finesse that he was assured it was definitely his child although the hazel coloured eyes, ringed with black were proof of her parentage.
