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"You know, for someone who's not into dicks, your body sure as fuck reacts way too much to someone who has one."
"I will load ten bullets in your skull one by fucking one, bury your body right where you're standing and no one, not even CIA will find it."
"Oh, Daddy, I'm so scared!"
"You better shut the fuck up if you know what's best for you."
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~Noah Ashford~
They call him Volk. The wolf. The man who grabs his prey by the throat and tears him apart. And he plans on doing the same to me.
He is Alexsei Sokolov, the man I was supposed to fear, but instead hear I am. On my knees, falling in love with someone who means to kill me. It's only a matter of time before he finds out the truth, finds out who I am. And then, we'll both end up paying for the sins of our dead fathers.
~Alexsei Sokolov~
Chaos is a luxury I can't afford, and a debt I refuse to pay.
My story was written before I was born. Heir to the empire, with the weight of the world of mafia on my shoulders, I was always supposed to end in a typical way.
Marry a woman, pop a few babies with her, and get murdered in cold blood just as my father was.
I was supposed to carry the legacy.
Be a man.
A fucking man.
I should be in control. I crave it like it's my fucking nicotine.
I ended up losing more than my control when Noah Ashford entered the frame.
He's a menace.
Chaos wrapped in rough skin and a muscular body that makes me question everything about myself.
And so fucking mysterious.
He's not what he shows. And he shows nothing that he owns.
Two sons of enemies.
Born to hate.
Made to love.
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This story contains mature themes and explicit content. The main characters are homosexual. Kindly check your triggers before proceeding.