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NIKOLAS

I saw her from the moment she entered the pub.

It’s hard to miss her.

My baby sister embodies the allure and temptation of the forbidden fruit.

Her plump, inviting lips are irresistible, teasing me with the promise of a delectable indulgence.

She is absolutely breathtaking with her striking blue eyes, flowing dark hair, and captivating curves.

I always thought she was attractive, but over time, she transformed into a stunning beauty.

When my twin told me he found her on a porn site, my obsession became even stronger.

Having her has been my only goal.

Sin craves her to be his slut, whereas my desire is for her to be my good girl. There lies a subtle nuance.

She thinks I’m the kindest one among us, but truth be told, I may not be as cruel as Sin, but I’m far from being kind.

She should’ve chosen a more fitting nickname for me instead of “Saint” because I’m not one.

I want her to run for me.

I want her to scream for me.

I want her to fear me.

I want her to take me even in her sleep.

I want her to be so saturated with my cum that she’d feel me for days.

And fuck if I don’t want to see her belly grow with our babies.

“Are you listening to me?”

I shift my gaze towards Aleksei, who is watching me intently.

“What?”

“Mm. I see,” he remarks, gesturing with his chin towards Harper and the guy beside her, their bodies pressed together as he wraps his arm around her shoulder. “Are you going to do anything about it? It seems like her boyfriend might finally have a chance with her.”

Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.

And this fucker is not Dimitri, so what the hell is she doing here with him?

She gently nudges him, her smile shy yet captivating, before leaning in to whisper a few words and gracefully walking towards the restroom, but not before he playfully spanks her and chuckles.

His gaze lingers on her until she disappears from sight, then he stands up and heads outside, likely in search of a cigarette.

Violence courses through my body, igniting an uncontrollable fire within.

Right on cue, Sin saunters back from his fuck, a sly grin adorning his features, only to be replaced by a frown as he locks eyes with me.

“What is it?” he asks once he joins us.

Sin and I are identical twins, and it’s difficult for most of our relatives to tell us apart.

We both share the same piercing green eyes, the same dark hair, and a towering height of around 6’3”.

Like a mirror, he reflects my emotions back to me, and I can do the same for him.

Aleksei laughs. “He witnessed your sister’s friend embracing her tightly, then tapping her ass.”

His face lit up with a wide smile, clearly showing his enjoyment.

“He did what now?” Sin rages.

I swear I can see smoke coming out of his head.

“If you don’t act fast, she’ll likely?—”

Aleksei’s words are abruptly cut short as Alesya joins us, causing a momentary silence.

“Hey, boys. What are you up to?”

With his attention on his twin, my brother takes advantage of the moment to come closer and murmur near me, “Tell me you had a hallucination or some shit like that.”

As I tilt my head, my knuckles let out a satisfying pop.

“Afraid not.” I stand up and catch a glimpse of Aleksei engrossed in conversation with Alesya.

I don’t need to speak to my twin. He knows where I’m going.

Grabbing my hoodie, I waste no time in putting it on as we walk towards the back door to head outside.

It doesn’t take long to find Harper’s friend, the smoke leading us towards him.

He’s tucked away in the side corner, concealed from sight, which works to our advantage.

The streets are deserted, with the cold night air creating a sharp contrast to the vibrant energy emanating from the pub.

Sin’s lips curl into a smirk as he swiftly makes his way to his car, which is hidden from view. He retrieves our masks and returns.

Pulling up our hoods and draping the gold fabric over our faces, we inch closer to the asshole.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Sin sings like a maniac.

I can see the panic in the guy’s eyes as he turns his head towards us, his body instinctively taking a step backwards.

Wrong move to do.

In a desperate attempt to hide, he backed himself into the shadows of the concealed wall, out of sight and immersed in darkness.

I can’t blame him for being scared; anyone would be frightened after seeing two men with masks over their faces.

“I don’t want any problems,” his voice trembles as he reaches into his pocket and retrieves his wallet. “I have money.”

Pathetic.

“Do we look like we need your money?” Sin’s words are laced with anger as he leans in, gripping him tightly by the throat. “I’m going to be nice because it’s almost Christmas, but stay the fuck away from her.”

His blank stare suggests he is utterly unaware of the person we are referring to, prompting me to go into more detail.

“Petite, dark hair, blue eyes.”

It takes him a moment, but then his eyes sparkle with recognition.

“Harper?” he manages to say despite Sin’s grip. “Listen, men, I don’t even know her that much. I’m just trying to have this chick in my bed. I mean, you can’t blame me. Have you seen her?”

I would never understand why people don’t figure out when to shut the fuck up because that would be the right moment for him.

Telling us he wants what’s rightfully ours is a surefire way to provoke our anger and protection.

As Sin lets go of the guy’s throat, I seize his hair and deliver a knee to his face, the sickening sound of his nose breaking, shattering the silence.

I repeat the process twice, each time he struggles to keep his balance, until finally, Sin delivers a blow to his jaw, knocking him out and causing him to collapse onto the ground.

“As I said, I’ll be nice because it’s Christmas, but if I see your fucking face near her one more time, you’ll end up buried alive,” he warns, his voice dripping with menace.

“You know he’s knocked out?” I raise my brow even though he can’t see it.

“And?”

“He can’t hear you.”

“Well, he’s warned, isn’t he?”

I lift my hand in the air because it’s ridiculous, and he knows it.

Allowing him to live goes against the principles of my heritage.

“You’re itching to play, aren’t you?” he asks in a playful tone, retrieving the knife from his pocket and handing it to me.

Well, he knows me.

Lowering myself into a squat, I firmly plant the knife into the palm of his hand, instantly startling him awake. His attempt to scream is immediately silenced as Sin covers his mouth with his hand.

“Shhh. You’re going to attract people.” I grin.

“I thought I’d spare your life because it’s Christmas and all, but my brother made me realise I was being fluffy. And we don’t do fluff in the Bratva. You know what we do?” The guy’s inability to speak becomes evident as I mercilessly twist the knife into his flesh. “We torture and kill people. Especially when they disrespect what’s ours.”

I stand up silently, earning a strange glance from my twin, and quietly make my way towards the car. I retrieve what I need and return.

“What the fuck are you doing with that?”

“What?” I shrug. “It’s faster, and I don’t want to miss the party.”

While he shakes his head in disbelief, I quickly snatch the knife from the fucker’s hand and firmly place my mini grinder on his wrist.

Everyone should have a grinder nearby.

“You better keep him steady and really block the noises coming out of his mouth,” I advise. “And you...” I tap the man’s cheek. “You can only blame yourself for crossing a boundary that was never meant to be crossed.”

The sound of the grinder is barely noticeable when I switch it on, but its true power becomes clear in its exceptional grinding capabilities.

I can’t tear my eyes away from the metallic disc slicing through his flesh and bones, moving with lightning speed, as the guy convulses in agony, his screams muffled by Sin’s hand.

It’s fascinating.

But touching Harper has its consequences, and I think Sinkler made a point during our chosen ceremony.

The guy’s body finally stops trembling as he loses consciousness, his hand detaching effortlessly from his body.

“Told you the grinder would come in handy.” I carefully wrap the hand in a tissue paper while Sin grabs his phone.

“Arkadi? Da? 1 . I need you to come and collect something for me.”

Even though I can’t make out his words, I have a hunch he’ll show up in a flash.

Our father may hold the title of Pakhan,? 2 but it’s our Byki? 3 who has earned my trust. Our bodyguard is the one person I would rely on without any doubts, unlike our paternal figure.

“He’ll be here in two,” Sin confirms after hanging up.

And indeed, Arkadi arrived in less than two.

“Naslednik? 4 Sinkler. Naslednik Nikolai,” he greets us by our title.

“How many times should I tell you to call me Nikolas or Saint? I groan.

“I’m sorry, Naslednik Nikolai,” he replies with a thick accent, “but this is not something I can do.”

Stubborn man.

“I’ll take care of that for you,” he gestures to the still-alive body and my tool. “Here,” he offers us some wipes to clean up the mess before he hoists the body onto his shoulder and exits through the back.

The absence of people outside is noticeable—it’s as if the whole world has disappeared.

“Let’s go back inside before someone comes looking for us.” I sigh.

1 ? Yes

2 ? Boss of a family in the Bratva (pa - KHAN)

3 ? Bratva bodyguard (bih - KEE)

4 ? Heir of the family Bratva (nas - LYED - neek)