God of Wrath meets the goddess of chaos.. what could go wrong!? YES, EVERYTHING ▪︎ Jeremy Volkov was having a normal night. As normal as it could be for a mafia prince in a club, peacefully having a drink. But then.. She came. Entering like a storm of chaos, wearing a black F1 bomber jacket, black ripped jeans, and combat boots. She sat in his booth like she fucking owned the place. Took his drink with that goddamn smirk. She challenged him like that. And who was she? She was Aristia King. The Queen speed of tracks and Aiden King's youngest. Jeremy Volkov was challenged and offended. In his own territory? He was gonna make her pay... Wrath + Chaos = 𝘙𝘢𝘨𝘦