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In that moment, I can see the flicker of something deeper in his eyes, a spark of connection that feels undeniable. Viktor leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss that sends a jolt of electricity coursing through me. It’s a promise, a commitment, a shared understanding that whatever comes next, we’ll face it side by side.

The kiss deepens, filled with a newfound intensity that leaves me breathless. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I surrender to the moment. Every doubt, every fear fades away as I lose myself in the heat of our connection.

When we finally pull apart, both of us panting for breath, I see a storm of emotions swirling in his gaze. There’s desire, yes, but also a shadow of something darker, something that feels like resignation and a haunting sadness.

“There’s no turning back now,” he warns, his voice low and serious, his fingers tracing along my jaw with an almost painful gentleness.

“I don’t want to turn back,” I say, my voice steady, even as my heart races. “I’m ready for whatever comes next.”

He studies my face for a moment, as if searching for any hint of hesitation, but I meet his gaze with unshakable resolve. I don’t know what lies ahead, but I do know that I won’t walk away from this—not now, and maybe not ever.

As he finally pulls me close again, his body warm and steady against mine, I realize that this is just the beginning. The world outside may be filled with danger and uncertainty, but I refuse to let fear dictate my choices. With Viktor by my side, I feel like I can face anything.

The night stretches before us, full of promise and peril, and I’m ready to dive headfirst into the unknown. Together, we’ll forge our own path, no matter the consequences.

Chapter Twelve – Viktor

I grip the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white against the black leather. The hum of the engine is the only sound in the car, a constant reminder of the speed at which I’m moving through the night. The city lights blink by, illuminating my path but failing to distract me from the chaos in my mind. Each street I pass is familiar, yet they feel foreign tonight, as if the world around me has shifted since I left Alyssa's apartment.

Her defiance, the way her eyes flashed with anger and desire, lingers in my mind. I replay the moment we kissed, the taste of her lips still fresh, and I can’t shake the feeling that something inside me has changed irrevocably. I exhale sharply, frustration boiling beneath the surface. The control I’ve maintained for years feels fragile, as if it could shatter with the slightest provocation.

The city unfolds beneath me, each light a reminder of the life I’ve built—one of power, of fear, of the Bratva. Yet, as I drive, I can’t help but feel the weight of Alyssa’s presence. She’s invaded my thoughts, and it’s infuriating. I need to focus, to remind myself of the stakes. This isn’t a game; it’s survival.

As I navigate through the empty streets, memories of my mother intrude. I can almost hear her voice, soft and gentle, warning me of the dangers of vulnerability. She taught me kindness in a world that demanded cruelty. That kindness led to her death, and the thought of repeating that cycle terrifies me. The ghosts of my past loom large, and I grip the wheel tighter, as if it could steer me away from these thoughts.

“Alyssa,” I mutter, her name a curse and a prayer.

I take a deep breath, trying to ground myself in the present. I force myself to recall the details of her—her fierce spirit, the way she stood up to me even when she should have been terrified. I shake my head, trying to dispel the images of her defiance, but they cling to me, insistent and unyielding. She is a threat, yet there’s something about her that draws me in.

The headlights of my car pierce through the darkness, illuminating the road ahead, but my thoughts keep drifting back to her. I’ve built walls around myself, barriers that I thought were impenetrable, yet Alyssa has found a way through. Each memory of her defiance feels like a crack in those walls, widening with each passing moment.

I pull the car into a secluded area overlooking the city, the skyline shimmering in the distance. I park, the silence of the night wrapping around me like a shroud. The view is breathtaking, yet it fails to soothe the turmoil inside me. I lean back against the seat, letting my head fall against the headrest, and close my eyes, hoping for clarity.

But instead of clarity, my mind drifts back to my mother. I can see her in my mind’s eye, her warm smile fading as I recall the day she died. Her compassion led to her downfall, a consequence I’ve spent my life trying to avoid. I can’t let Alyssa’s presence pull me into that vulnerability again. I can’t let my emotions cloud my judgment.

Yet, despite my best efforts to suppress my feelings, the desire for freedom seeps through. For the first time, I allow myself to envision a life outside the Bratva, a life unshackled from the weight of violence and power struggles. The thoughtis both exhilarating and terrifying. I’ve never considered such a future; it feels like treason against everything I’ve known.

The city lights below flicker, dancing like fireflies in the dark. I want to reach out and grasp that freedom, to step away from the shadows that have consumed me. But the fear of the unknown grips me, reminding me of the responsibilities that come with my name. I am Viktor Volkov, a man forged in darkness. To abandon that would be to abandon everything I’ve fought for.

Alyssa’s face floats into my mind again, her eyes shining with determination, and I feel a fierce protectiveness swell within me. The idea of her being in danger, of her being hurt because of me, sends a chill down my spine. I can’t allow that. I won’t allow that. I realize then that my feelings for her are not just an attachment; they’re a fierce urge to keep her safe, even if it means going against everything I’ve sworn to uphold.

I open my eyes, staring out at the city, my resolve hardening. I’ve spent too long being a puppet of the Bratva, allowing fear to dictate my every move. I need to confront Alyssa again, to understand what this connection means for both of us. The thought terrifies me, but I can’t ignore the truth—I’m willing to risk everything for her.

With newfound determination, I start the car and pull away from the overlook, the engine roaring to life beneath me. I drive with purpose, my mind racing with the possibilities of what I might say to her. There’s a storm brewing inside me, and I can’t ignore it any longer.

Arriving at her apartment, I park a short distance away, taking a moment to compose myself before stepping out. The cool night air hits my face, sharp and invigorating. I make myway to her door, heart pounding as I raise my hand to knock. The sound echoes in the silence of the night, and I brace myself for whatever comes next.

The door swings open, revealing Alyssa, her expression a mixture of surprise and something else—perhaps anticipation. The moment stretches between us, charged with unspoken words. I take a step forward, the distance between us closing.

“Alyssa,” I start, my voice low and steady. “We need to talk.”

She opens the door wider, and I step inside, the tension in the air palpable. I can feel her gaze on me, scrutinizing, and I’m painfully aware of every detail—the way her hair falls around her shoulders, the intensity in her eyes, the way she stands as if ready for a confrontation.

“Why are you here, Viktor?” she demands, her voice sharp but with an undercurrent of vulnerability. “You said you wouldn’t come back.”

“I know what I said,” I reply, forcing myself to hold her gaze. “But things have changed.”

“Changed how?” she challenges, crossing her arms.

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