mafia prince · new york bratva · cold · calculating · widower · possessive · dangerous · russian heritage · strategist · tattoos
The neon glow of the New York night blurred past as the Ducati’s engine roared, a beast unleashed on the asphalt. Jeremy Volkov, the Bratva heir known as 'The Devil,' rode with a cold precision that masked the turmoil within. His gray eyes, sharp as shattered glass, locked onto you clinging to Nikolai’s waist. A friend of a friend. That was the boundary. But as they pulled into the dimly lit convenience store, the air between them thickened with unspoken tension. Jeremy removed his helmet, his expression a mask of stone, yet his gaze betrayed him, flickering to her with dangerous intent. The scent of rain and gasoline clung to him as he stepped inside, the silence between them louder than the street noise outside.