by S F Draven
Stephan
A Dark Mafia Romance
S.F. Draven
Raven Scott
Contents
Introduction
Chapter One: Stephan
Chapter Two: Annika
Chapter Three: Stephan
Chapter Four: Annika
Chapter Five: Stephan
Chapter Six: Annika
Chapter Seven: Stephan
Chapter Eight: Annika
Chapter Nine: Stephan
Chapter Ten: Annika
Chapter Eleven: Stephan
Chapter Twelve: Annika
Chapter Thirteen: Stephan
Chapter Fourteen: Annika
Chapter Fifteen: Stephan
Chapter Sixteen: Annika
Chapter Seventeen: Stephan
Chapter Eighteen: Annika
Chapter Nineteen: Stephan
Chapter Twenty: Annika
Epilogue: Stephan
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Introduction
Stephan Volkov is a mafia boss in the making, trying to make waves in the world of crime, but he has no idea how many criminals are waiting to take him down. The Volkov Family is one of the most notable crime families in all of Russia, and all he wants is to make a name for himself without their help.
One robbery might set him on the course to finding the jackpot he’s been looking for, but it’s going to come at a cost. Stephan finds a painting that’s set to be worth a billion dollars, but he soon realizes that everyone is after it. That painting draws him into the life of Annika Novikova, a young daughter of a crime boss who is trying to find normality in her life. The two of them embark on a journey of love, passion, and crime trying to deal with the chaos that ensues due to how many people want to take them out, and claim the painting for themselves.
This story is an exciting crime-thriller that will keep you on the edge of your seat. It is an exhilarating read about two young criminals falling in love, trying to stay alive even though there are so many people that want to see them fall.
Chapter One: Stephan
The storm that loomed over Moscow that night didn’t stop me from exploiting every little bit of the wealth I had at my disposal. Every night was a party when it was with the right people, and I had no problem showing every willing woman in the room what my little party tricks were. It was well after two o’clock and the alcohol was starting to work its way to my brain, reminding me that even I had a cut-off time.
I didn’t feel like going home, nor did I care much where I’d wake up the next morning, because my life was a constant adrenaline rush of armed robberies, one too many shots, and women falling all over me trying to weasel some of my family’s money out of my pockets.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen any of my brothers, and I wasn’t sure they even cared to know what I’d been up to. I was trying to secure my place in the city as someone who could finally give up his life of partying and small jobs for something more substantial.
I was battling those two sides of me for a very long time, but more often than not, it was the reckless side that won out in the end. It was like I no longer had control of who I was becoming, surrounding myself with the same money-hungry idiots that I’ve known from the time I was a young boy. Though I never did leave their side because they were the only friends I had, and despite their terrible decisions, they weren’t the worst company in the world.
I sat in the back booth, running one hand down the plush velvet seat to brush against the toned legs of the beautiful woman sitting next to me, insisting that I’d buy her a drink. She pulled her blonde hair back behind her ears, pretending to be coy, but I already knew what she was after.
It was women like her that truly baffled me. She had been eyeing me from the moment she stepped foot in this rowdy place, and from the way she tried to hide her little smirk, I was sure she knew who I was. It was no secret that I’d garnered quite the reputation while my friends and I’d been hitting every last place we could, trying to steal as many riches as possible.
We always enjoyed the rush, but for a while, I’ve wanted something more than securing a few thousand a night from a terrified bank teller. My friends weren’t very happy about the news that I wanted to break away and attempt to do what my father had wanted for me ever since I was born; the kind of criminal empire that would establish some sort of respect. I pleaded with him once that there wasn’t any reason for that seeing as I already had the Volkov name, but he didn’t take too kindly to that realization of mine.
I’d been disappointing him my whole life, and unlike my other brothers, I had no idea what I wanted, or even what I was good at. I knew how to point and shoot when the situation called for it, but that didn’t necessarily put me at an advantage.
I felt the most at home when I could just let myself go, drink away the pain that I felt every time I thought about my father laying dead and cold in his coffin right before my brothers and I put him in the ground. It was the last time I had exchanged any words with them, and I didn’t think they even knew I was still in the country. I always knew that I’d see them again one day, but I couldn’t face them until I had something to show for being gone so long. The little contracts I completed along the way were nothing in comparison to the riches they found doing the dirty work. I’d been trying to convince myself to make the shift for a very long time, but I always seemed to get distracted.
“Hey! What are you thinking about there?” asked the beautiful blonde, flashing her iridescent blue eyes at me.
“I’m thinking that I had too much to drink and it’s time for me to get out of here for the night. Would you like to join me?” I asked her, lighting up a cigar and sticking it between my lips before she outstretched her hand for me to take it. I led her out of there without even bidding the guys goodbye, but we had a code of conduct about these things, and when one of us was getting laid, no one would interrupt unless it was of the utmost importance.
We pooled our money together enough for a lavish mansion that lacked a considerable amount of furniture, but we promised ourselves that we’d take better care of things once we came into a bit more cash.
I didn’t mind living with them at first, and I had to say that it had been quite the hell of a ride, but I could already feel that I was in need of a change. That was evident when I entered through the front door feeling a sense of calm wash over me, realizing that they weren’t going to be back for at least a few hours. I led the giggling blonde woman up to my bedroom, watching her plop her beautiful ass down on my bed, her eyes averting to the exposed shower in the middle of the room.
“That’s an interesting place for a shower,” she said, with another incessant giggle.
“It’s been quite useful for nights like these.”
“Oh, yeah? What kind of night would that be exactly?” she asked, and I pulled her into me, taking in the scent of her lavender shampoo with a little hint of vanilla. She smelled divine, and I was in the mood to take a bit of the edge off, so I pressed my lips against hers softly, and she kissed back with a fire I hadn’t experienced in quite a while. I ran my hands down her décolletage, feeling for her small, perky breasts while she helped herself out of the tight black dress she’d been wearing.
I ran over to the glass box, turning on the shower head to warm up and fill the room with steam so we could get down to business. She was rather unperturbed, blindly
unaware of what she’d gotten herself into, but that was the thing about these girls. They craved adventure and riches to the point where they didn’t care what they had to do to get what they wanted. I still had yet to figure out if she was just after a good time, or if she’d try to sneak my wallet when I wasn’t looking.
She smiled at me, flashing her pearly white teeth, while I slipped her out of her wet lace panties. They fell down her legs, laying in a small circle that she stepped out of to join me under the hot water. I stood there for a moment, genuinely enjoying how comforting it was to wash the day away, until I opened my eyes to see her there, expectant, with a familiar glimmer in my eyes that told me she was the impatient type. I pushed her against the glass of the shower, watching as the steam rose up above us both, blanketing us while I kissed every inch of her body. The alcohol made me slightly woozy, but I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered in that moment was how much I wanted to touch her, to slip inside her, hold her up against the shower wall and fuck her senseless. I rested my hand against her chest to feel how fast her heart had been beating, and I kissed her again to let her know that she was in for quite a night of fun.
“I’m going to need you to turn around now. Let me see that beautiful ass of yours,” I commanded, and she bit her lip, bending over while I watched the water bounce off of her plump, perfect ass. Before she could utter another word, I teased the opening of her pretty pussy with my dick, hearing her moan softly before I rammed it inside of her. She grabbed onto the shower door handle to support herself while I pulled her hair back with one hand, and held her hips with the other, thrusting so deep it silenced her moan, right before they began to grow louder. Her legs were shaking, and her hands ran up the wall of the shower, pushing against it so she could feel every inch of me inside of her, my dick tensing up, while she stifled a little whimper.
“Well, I’m sure you like the shower now, huh?”
“Y-yes. I do. Uh!”
“I told you it would be useful for a night like this one,” I said, slipping my dick out of her so I could turn her around, gazing deep into her eyes right before I wrapped her legs around me, lifting her up to start all over again. She let out that little giggle again, resting her head on the glass while my dick found its way back inside her, and I drove it deep and fast, hearing the satisfying sound her ass made when I slapped it hard right where the water hit it. She reached her hands over her head, running them through her wet hair, blinking away water droplets so she could see the look on my face that said I was about to cum.
I held out a little longer, bracing her against the shower wall for support while my hands grabbed onto her breasts, my fingers enclosing around her sensitive nipples as I reached down to take one of them into my mouth. I sucked on it lightly, never losing a moment’s worth of rhythm while my balls slammed up against her ass as I thrust harder.
She was in absolute shock, her eyes rolling back while I fucked her, and I lifted her chin so I could get a good look at how much she’d been enjoying herself. I reached down between her legs to feel that her clit had been rather swollen, but I rubbed on it again anyway while she squirmed against me, moaning into my ear, the pleasure erupting through her.
Her pussy was screaming for a moment of mercy just as I finished inside of her, filling her up with a warmth so comfortable, and one she seemed to thoroughly enjoy. I looked at her, with her blushing skin and exhausted expression, feeling satisfied enough for the evening.
“That was amazing,” she said, and I simply nodded my head in response.
“I can get out while you have a shower. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow anyway, and I’m going to be needing some rest. You’re welcome to stay if you like,” I said, keeping the terms rather vague, but she seemed to pick up on the hint.
“No, of course. I have somewhere to be rather early anyway, and it’s way too late for me even to be out. I’ll head out as soon as morning comes,” she said, looking rather disappointed that I didn’t invite her in to cuddle.
“Great,” I said, planting another soft kiss on her lips, before making my way to bed.
When I eventually awoke the next morning, it seemed that she’d already taken off, but that wasn’t surprising. She seemed to be one of those that was only waiting around to see if I’d take her in long enough to buy her a few extravagant things before she’d end up leaving. I thought for a moment, lying there in bed with nothing but a sheet covering my naked body, whether I’d been wrong about her, and that she was genuinely disappointed I didn’t want to entertain her any longer.
That was when I glanced over at the night stand, looking for my Rolex. I opened up the side table drawer to see if I’d slipped it inside during last night’s activities, but it was then that I realized she had been waiting to see what she could get out of me all along.
Turns out I was right. Well, I sure know how to pick them.
I didn’t expect much, because from the look she shot me right after I stepped out of the shower, it was clear that she was waiting for a parting gift. I shook my head, and let out a little chuckle.
She got exactly what she wanted, and I got played again.
Chapter Two: Annika
“Do you have something picked out for tonight?”
“What’s tonight?” I asked, glancing over at my friend scrolling across her smartphone screen, barely looking up at me every few seconds.
“We’re getting wasted, remember? Your father is out of town, and for the first time in a while, you don’t have to be parading around your own home entertaining his guests. I don’t know how you and your mother deal with the constant influx of businessmen strolling through here,” she said, her fingernails clacking away at her screen.
“It isn’t as bad as you think, Nat. I know that I keep dragging you to these things and that this is our first night where we get to forget about my familial obligations, but I have no problem being there for my father. He’s a good man, despite what your father has said about him,” I said, reminding her that the way she feels about my father is only because hers was in a bidding war with him over some ridiculous art piece.
“The two of them are always in each other’s way, but yours always seems to come out on top. It doesn’t matter, but what does is that we have the house to ourselves for a change, and you can finally throw that party you’ve been itching to throw since you were a teenager,” said Natalia, and I thought about it for a moment, but it had bad idea written all over it.
“I’m starting to think that maybe we should just go out.”
“No way. I already invited this guy that I’ve been seeing, and you promised,” she said, batting her eyelashes at me like we were indeed back in our younger years.
“Fine, but we’re having a few people over, and nothing is going to get out of hand, okay? No one is going to get too drunk and give my father another reason for lecturing me about how I’m letting my life pass me by,” I said, solemnly, remembering the conversation we had a few nights ago about how he wanted me to get more serious about the family business.
It was strange to even be discussing such things with Natalia, but she and I both knew the kind of work our fathers did when no one was looking. They passed it off as harmless business deals, but we heard enough from their questionable phone calls to know that they were dealing with very dangerous people.
I’ve heard stories about the kind of dangerous behavior our fathers engaged in when they were our age, and how they were both able to build successful empires off of being thoroughbred criminals. I was at that point in my life where both of my parents were expecting me to fall in line, to assume my role as part of our family by making sure my father’s deals went down without a hitch. My father promised that we’d never be in harm’s way under his watch, and I believed him. We hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary when he had his guests over, but we also didn’t know what the conversations were like behind closed doors after the majority of people had already cleared out.
My heart was tak
en up elsewhere because if there was one thing my father and I certainly had in common it was our shared love of art. I always dreamed of opening up my own art gallery, and I found a small, quaint little place that seemed to be just perfect for what I had envisioned. Though, people like Natalia thought that it was a complete waste of my time, telling me that there was no reason I had to try to make a living when I came from a bloodline of one of the richest families in the country.
If I ask her to come with me now to view the place, all she’s going to do is talk about the party tonight. I probably should just go alone.
Natalia had been a friend of mine from when we were fifteen, and as much as our friendship had been a rocky one, I never wanted to lose her. When our fathers had such a reputation in society, it was hard to make genuine friends anymore, so I tried to stick it out even though she infuriated me at times.
I did promise her that tonight was going to be all about letting loose and enjoying our twenties just like we should, but seeing as I’m a year shy of thirty, it’s all a little late..
“Your life is perfect, Annika. You have everything you could ever want, and your father is only hard on you because he sees how much potential you have. My father tells me the same thing, but we’re old enough to make our own decisions,” she said.
“The stakes are higher when we’re born into families like ours, Natalia and you know that.”
“That may be true, but we’re not getting any younger here. We deserve to be a little reckless sometimes, don’t you think?”