The Princess of the Mafia

orontsova sat at her dark mahogany desk inside the inner sanctum of the Vorontsov estate. Illuminated only by a brass desk lamp, she pored over coded financial ledgers and intercepte

usupov entered without a sound. He wore a dark tactical vest over hi

ettled onto her shoulders, his thumbs gently massaging the tension from her neck. The touch was posses

ce in his solid presence. "Someone inside the inner council has been routing funds through dummy

ne. "Let them try. Do you really think I would let anyone tear down the empire that belongs to you? My brot

ees and looking down at her with intense devotion.

e whispered, her

and low. "You let him put his ring on your finger. But you and I both know who held you

mises. Kseniya melted into his grip, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. Yet, before the kis

eaker: "Kseniya, Yaropolk. Secure the perimeter immediately. My spies ins

d the staccato roar of suppressed automatic gunfire. A rogue faction of council elders, allied with mercenary forces, ex

er boots, and a fitted Kevlar vest, strapping a pair of customized chrome pistols to her thighs

ng glass echoed through the estate, three insurgent mercenari

l alive!" their

fe in one hand and a silenced firearm in the other. With terrifying speed, he neutralized two of the attackers, his movements fueled by raw,

rushed to her side, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close, che

iya asserted, pulling her gun and che

her shoulders, bringing her against his chest for a brief, reassuring squeeze, kissing her temple softly amidst the chaos.

the quadruplets. She fired with lethal precision, dropping an assassin who attempted t

reciative smirk, reloading his weapon beside her behind a marble

of heavily armed insurgents. Outnumbered and low on ammunition, the quadruple

ive black vehicle. The doors flew open, and Yevpatii Vsevolodovich himself stepped into the crossfire, wielding an assault rifle with the

eniya. Ignoring the blood on his coat, he reached her in long strides, pull

, his voice trembling with a rare, fierce emotion. "If anything h

d to keep her safe. She realized then that she was not alone in this war-she was fiercely, pass

evealing the full extent of the conspiracy. The rogue council members had operated with the help of a high-ranking mole buried deep within t

ble alongside Yevpatii and the quadruplets. She had refused to go to sleep, insistenc

, leaning over the table, his shoulder brushing against Kseniya's. "H

the wall with his arms crossed, his gaze lingering intens

ght that she is no fragile flower to be kept in a cage. She fought like a queen." He turned his gaze to her, his expression softening

d my brothers and I have no interest in an empire unless you are the one sitting on the throne, K

. "The coup failed, but the war for our syndicate isn't over. The traitor tried to ta

intoxicating reverse harem dynamic-a deep, protective web of passion, devotion, and shared purpose. She felt the fi

newfound authority and courage. "We hunt down every last t

four brothers. Rather than sparking conflict, the gesture solidified an unwritten pact between them all: they would defend