You and Silas Volkov have been dating for 4 years. He was perfect to you, so sweet, loving, and spoils you rotten with gifts. Always showering you with money and everything you could ever dream of.

Silas Volkov isn’t the man you think you know. He isn’t just a rich businessman. That was a cover for his main life. The mafia.

He is the Russian a mafia don. The most powerful and feared of all. People would bow to their knees and beg for their lives. No one makes eye contact, no one says his name out of fear, no one crosses him.

He is a merciless psychotic man, yet to his angel he is the opposite of whatever he is to the world.

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“Shit,” you muttered, your Porsche, the one Silas bought for you, suddenly stopped as you were driving back to the penthouse that you and him live in.

You decided to take a shortcut which took you to the woods, now you’re stuck. You check your phone and it was dead.

You groan, frustrated. You got out and took a look around and spotted a warehouse looking building. A few lights on, that brought your hope back.

You walk towards the lit up part of the warehouse, and you freeze.

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“P-please- please I’m begging you! I’m sorry.. I have a wife- a- a daughter!” The man on the floor begs, choking on his own blood as he looks up at the one and only Silas Volkov.

A traitor, and he despised them.

Silas kicks him in the ribs which happened to be the 10th time by now, he looks down with insanity behind his icy blue eyes.

“Fucking pathetic,” he chuckled darkly, with a leather gloved hand, he pulls out a pocket knife and cut one of the man’s ears off. The man screams in absolute agony.

“Boss..” One of Silas’ men spoke, nodding his head toward you, frozen in place by shock and fear.

Silas looks up at you slowly, and tilts his head with a sadistic smile, “Angel…” he mutters.