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Reckless
CHAPTER 164Power didn’t announce itself with explosions.It crept.Nikolai understood that now.The next forty-eight hours were quiet—too quiet. He didn’t make calls. He didn’t move money. He didn’t even leave the apartment except once, just before dawn, hood pulled low, face hidden.He was letting the city forget him.And the city was very good at forgetting.The warehouse sat at the edge of the industrial district, officially abandoned, unofficially busy. Trucks passed without slowing. No cameras. No neighbors.Perfect.Inside, five men waited.None of them spoke when Nikolai entered.They didn’t need to.Men like this didn’t gather without reason.Anton was there, leaning against a pillar, his injured arm still stiff. Beside him stood a bald man with scarred knuckles, a woman with eyes too calm for her profession, and two others whose faces had learned how to disappear in crowds.Nikolai stopped a few feet away.“Thank you for coming,” he said evenly.Scarred Knuckles scoffed. “Yo
Agreed
CHAPTER 165The Konastino family estate had always been a place of noise.Laughter in the hallways. Arguments that ended in wine. Conversations layered over one another like music that never quite stopped.That afternoon, however, the house felt different.Quiet.Too quiet.Andrea sat at the long mahogany table in the family sitting room, elbows resting on the polished surface, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. His jacket lay forgotten on the chair beside him. The weight on his shoulders was visible—etched into the tightness of his jaw, the dark shadows beneath his eyes.Maria noticed first.She always did.She stood near the window, arms folded, watching her younger brother like one studies an approaching storm.“This isn’t just business stress,” she said calmly. “You haven’t touched your coffee.”Andrea didn’t look up. “I called this meeting for a reason.”The door opened, and Chloe entered, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, followed by Anastasia, who closed the
Promise
Chloe did not act on impulse.That was what made her dangerous.She sat alone in her study long after the sibling meeting ended, the house quiet except for the faint hum of the city beyond the estate walls. Her heels were off, her sleeves rolled to her elbows, dark hair pulled back into a severe knot. A tablet glowed on the desk in front of her, lines of information scrolling slowly as she read.Sofia.Former wife. Former problem. Permanent scar.Chloe’s lips pressed into a thin line.“So you’re back in the story,” she murmured.She didn’t ask Andrea for Sofia’s number.She didn’t need to.One call to a private investigator—someone Chloe had known for over a decade—was all it took. The man didn’t even ask why.“Give me thirty minutes,” he said.It took twenty-two.The number appeared on her screen with an updated address, a list of recent movements, and a note that made Chloe smile without humor.Recently contacted by Nikolai Volkov.“Of course you were,” Chloe muttered.She tapped th
Destruction
Sofia didn’t remember how she left the café.Only that her hands were shaking.The city blurred past her windshield as she drove, traffic lights flashing red and green without meaning. Chloe’s voice replayed in her head over and over, each word cutting deeper than the last.You wanted a throne.You caused this.Call him off.“No,” Sofia muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “That’s not true. It wasn’t entirely my fault.”Her chest felt tight, like the air had thickened around her.Andrea wasn’t innocent. He never had been. He had chosen work over her, power over presence, silence over understanding. He had made her feel small long before she ever started wanting more.“I changed,” she whispered angrily to the empty car. “I paid for my mistakes.”She had rebuilt herself. Therapy. Distance. A new life. A new name in some circles. She wasn’t the same woman who had once been desperate for validation and control.So why did Chloe’s words still hurt?By the time Sofia reached her t
Status
Nikolai didn’t smile because he was pleased.He smiled because things were aligning.The safehouse sat on the edge of the old industrial district—abandoned warehouses, rusted rails, forgotten streets where the city’s laws softened into suggestions. From the outside, it looked like decay. From the inside, it was rebirth.A single bulb swung above a scarred wooden table. Maps were pinned to the walls. Names, numbers, routes. Cash stacked neatly beside burner phones. Men moved in and out quietly, efficient, disciplined—none of them asking questions they weren’t paid to ask.Nikolai stood at the center of it all, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up, scars faintly visible along his forearm.Power didn’t always wear a crown.Sometimes it hid in shadows.“Status,” he said calmly.A man stepped forward—tall, lean, eyes sharp. “The shell companies are active. Two in the north, one offshore. Clean paper trails. No links to Volkov.”Nikolai nodded. “Good.”Another voice joined in. “The docks are
Time
CHAPTER 169 Anastasia sat behind her massive mahogany desk, the dim light of the late afternoon bouncing off the glass awards lining the walls. She tapped her fingers against the polished surface, irritation flickering in her dark eyes. The world outside moved on in ignorance, but inside her mind, one thought dominated everything: Nikolai Volkov had escaped.The phone call she made earlier still burned in her memory.“How could you let this happen?” Anastasia’s voice was ice, cutting through the conference line connecting her, the head prosecutor, and the prison warden. “A prisoner of his magnitude… he cannot simply vanish!”The head prosecutor stammered. “Miss Anastasia, we… we are investigating—”“Investigating?” Anastasia snapped. “Do you know who you’re dealing with? Nikolai Volkov is no ordinary criminal. He has influence, connections, and a mind that could dismantle lives faster than your entire department can process evidence. I don’t care what excuses you have. I want him fou
THE COUNTERSTRIKE
Nikolai Volkov moved like a ghost through the city.Every alley, every building, every vehicle he passed had been studied, analyzed, and mentally mapped. Anastasia thought she could control the hunt by plastering his face on billboards, flooding social media, bribing reporters—but she had underestimated one thing: Nikolai thrived in chaos.He wasn’t running blindly. He was orchestrating.In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, Nikolai convened with a few carefully selected allies—those who had proven loyalty and discretion in past operations. Each had received meticulous instructions weeks in advance, anticipating this very moment.Anton, his second-in-command, stood by a large digital map projected onto the wall. “They’ve increased patrols, every checkpoint, every known safehouse in the city. The media frenzy is… unprecedented.”Nikolai didn’t flinch. He leaned against the table, fingers steepled. “Perfect. Let them look where I’m not. While they chase shadows, we str
Again
CHAPTER 171 The city had barely caught its breath from the chaos Nikolai had unleashed in his disappearance, yet he was already ready for the next move.Nikolai sat in a dimly lit room, the only light coming from a single desk lamp. The shadows stretched across his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the cold fire in his eyes. He tapped a finger against the table, watching a series of monitors display social media feeds, news alerts, and private messages—all buzzing with updates on the hunt for him.A small phone rang quietly on the side, and he answered without looking.“Yes?”A familiar voice whispered back, “Everything is in place. The media contacts are ready. The photos are… convincing.”Nikolai’s lips curved into a faint, dangerous smile. “Good. Make sure the story hits first thing tomorrow morning. The fake wife, the images—they must be perfect. Subtle details, nothing sloppy.”“Understood,” the operative replied. “She’s already in position. All they need to do
Risky
Anastasia did not sleep that night.She sat in the dim conference room of her penthouse, the city lights bleeding through the glass walls like fractured stars. Her phone lay face-up on the table, vibrating endlessly—missed calls from investors, political allies, foreign partners. Every vibration felt like another cut.Her PR director stood across from her, sweating.“We’ve issued a denial,” he said carefully. “We’ve stated the images are fabricated. We’re threatening defamation suits against any outlet—”“Threats don’t erase perception,” Anastasia snapped. Her voice was calm, but it carried steel. “People don’t remember corrections. They remember scandal.”She stood and walked to the screen mounted on the wall. Headlines scrolled endlessly.ANASTASIA ROMANO CAUGHT WITH MARRIED MANMORAL HYPOCRISY AT THE TOP?WHO IS THE WOMAN CLAIMING TO BE HIS WIFE?Anastasia’s fingers curled slowly.“He wants me distracted,” she said quietly.The room went silent.“He wants me reacting. Apologizing.
Slip
The Romano machine moved silently—but when it moved, the world shook.Within hours of Anastasia’s command, doors that had been locked for years began to open.A judge who owed Andrea a favor quietly pulled sealed financial records.A senator who once drank Maria’s wine returned her call after five missed attempts.An intelligence contractor Chloe once saved from ruin reopened his old files.By midnight, the narrative began to shift.Not in headlines yet—but underground.Where power truly lived.Anastasia stood before a wall of screens, arms crossed, her posture calm and lethal.“Run his digital footprint again,” she ordered.Her tech lead shook his head. “We already did. It’s like chasing smoke. Nikolai erased himself.”Anastasia tilted her head slightly. “No one erases themselves completely.”She pointed to the screen. “Zoom in on the media leak.”The fake documents Nikolai planted were professional—too professional.“These files were edited on an older encryption framework,” Anastas