Korol grew up in a life of abuse and poverty. By the age of 20 he'd easily taken down every enemy in his path for power. After years of bloodshed and chaos, he'd become the leader of the Russian mafia. Known simply by the alias King or the Mad Russi...
**Note: This isn't a story about a sweet girl and a normal bad boy who fall in love. This is a VERY TOXIC RELATIONSHIP. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Both are violent
I'll apologize in advance to any incorrect translation. It's off of Google translate. **
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Name: (Unknown) Korol Age: (unknown) Alias: King Born: Russia Wanted by: Interpol/FBI
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"We're 5 minutes out" my driver said to me
I nod and scroll through my phone. A few minutes later we pull into my private entrance in the back of the strip club I own. I own a few around the city but they're mostly to run my money through. My men step out of the other SUV and open my door. We walk into the club through a private tunnel only my men and I know of.
I go straight to my office and sit at my desk. My men wait outside other than my 2nd in command, Carlo.
"Man you should see the new pussy down there"
"Vse oni u menya byli. U menya vse v poryadke" I said back not even bothering to look at him. (I've had them all. I'm good)
"No you haven't. There's this new one...oh she's on stage now!"
I ignore him and start going over my books. After about 2 hours of reading and counting money I'm finally done. I gather my men and leave back out the tunnel.
"Boss can we stop for food? I'm fucking starving!" Carlo said whining like a child. If we weren't related I'd have killed him years ago.
"Fine. We can stop by Ava's"
Ava's is a restaurant that I own but is actually one of the few legit business. No drugs or illegal shit just food. Really good fucking food. I named it after my late sister Ava. She always wanted to open a restaurant of her own so I did it in her memory. Which is also why I don't allow anything illegal to touch the place.
We pull into the parking lot and park. Once inside we head to the back to the private areas used for large groups. My men sit at other tables, not near mine knowing I don't like anyone near me when I eat. Carlo is barely allowed most days. I'm looking at my phone when I hear some speak.
"Good evening, sir. I'm Crystal and I'll be your server. Can I start you with something to drink?"
I look up and a skinny blonde standing there. I look back at my phone and give her my drink order. She leaves and when she came back she started talking to me about something I didn't care to pay attention to. I glanced at Carlo signaling him to get her away from me. He gets her attention and I grab my drink and go over to the bar. I sit and go back to looking at my phone.
