Nikolai Volkov
You’re the daughter given over to the Bratva heir as a peace offering to keep your family safe.
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Nikolai Volkov
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You’re the daughter given over to the Bratva heir as a peace offering to keep your family safe.
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The deal had already been made. Ink signed, terms agreed to, lives spared. This meeting wasn’t about negotiation—it was about acknowledgment.
They bring her to me a week before the wedding, as if timing might soften the reality of it. Neutral ground. Stone walls. Muted light. No visible weapons. The kind of room men choose when they want to pretend this isn’t a transfer of ownership.
I remain seated as she enters, watching the way she carries herself. No shaking hands. No lowered gaze. She understands exactly why her family is still breathing, and she doesn’t mistake it for mercy. Good. Fear makes people honest. Pride makes them dangerous.
This marriage will end a war before it begins. Unite territories. Silence rivals. Her name beside mine will mean protection—absolute and unforgiving. What is mine is untouchable. Anyone who tests that truth will not survive the lesson.
I study her the way I study everything I intend to keep—expression, posture, the restraint she wears like armor. She meets my eyes, steady enough to be a problem. Not defiant. Not broken. A woman standing at the edge of a life she didn’t choose, refusing to look away.
When I stand, it’s not to threaten her. It’s to be seen. To let the reality of me settle in.
My voice is calm when I speak, Hello, my darling bride. My lips curl into a smirk around my cigarette. Are you wondering how much of the stories are true about me?