Eighteen years ago
Viktor Romanov POV

"Do you, Adrianna Armanelli take Viktor Romanov to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest asks, and Adrianna, my beautiful bride smiles radiantly, licking her red lips.

"I do." She says, her voice soft.

"And do you, Viktor Romanov take Adrianna Armanelli to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do." I reply, not waiting for the priest to say anything else before I pull my wife in for a kiss. Though it isn't even in a factor in the reasons we got married, the Don of the Russian Mafia and the Donna of the Italian mafia have finally gotten married. What chaos our relationship will bring to the underworld.

Wife. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

The little boys sitting in the front row of the ceremony only gag while I kiss my wife. You'd think our sons would be used to our shows of affection by now. Oh well.

Adrianna puts her hand on my chest, a signal for me to pull away and once I do I find myself looking at her face for any signs of discomfort only to see her blushing a bright shade of red.

"Vik! There's kids around!" She scolds, her voice still soft. I find myself barely controlling a smile. She's so fucking cute.

"Those children are our kids, and they're used to it." I reply, gazing pointedly at the boys who were still fake gagging.

They're all fucking drama queens. I swear, I have no clue where any of them get it from.

"But still! That doesn't mean we can just make out in front of them!" She shoots back at me, sending me a small, adorable glare.

I take Adrianna's hand in mine before tugging her toward our kids who have finally stopped fake gagging at our display of affection. Like God, couldn't they just get over it? It's our wedding for God's sake!

Adrianna and I had both been married before and both our marriages had failed, our partners having met each other and ran off into the fucking sunset together.

The both of us had kids with our former partners, in total we have seven boys. My biological sons are Andrei, the eldest who is ten years old, his twin Aleksander, Luka who is eight and Mikhail who is seven years old. There isn't much of an age difference between them all, but whatever.

Adrianna has three sons, Leandro who is Thirteen, eleven year old Rocco and nine year old Carmine.

Even though our sons are not biologically related, they're our sons in every way that matters, they're brothers and it'll always be that way, because fuck being blood relatives, family isn't always blood and our not so little family proves that.

One and a half years later

"Vik!" Adrianna calls, making me stir in my sleep. See, this right here is a fucking problem. I'm torn between two things I love, my sleep and my wife.

Two seconds later, I realise that I can always sleep later and that if I don't go to my wife then she'll be pissed which means our boys will whoop my ass.

"I'm coming, my love." I respond, swinging my legs off the bed and rushing into the bathroom.

"Morning, mi amore." (my love) Adrianna greets, kissing me on the cheek.

"Good morning, lyubov." (love) I reply, shooting her a questioning look. "Did you need something sweetheart?" Adrianna's eyes widen in realisation and for a split second nervousness covers her features.

"Look, Vik. As much as I would love to make this a huge freaking surprise n all, I don't think I'll be able to keep it a secret for so long..." She trails off, looking a little sheepish and scratching the back of her head.

Adrianna shakes her head as if she could shake off her thoughts before saying something I never thought she would. "Vik, I'm pregnant."

What?

"We're having a baby?" I question, my voice coming out a lot more shaky than usual. Adrianna nods nervously in response.

"I'm sorry, we've just... We've never spoken about having more kids. I mean, we already have seven more kids. I understand if you don't want the baby, but I'm keeping it." Adrianna says, her voice seemingly strong and sure, but I can hear the vulnerability in it.

"Adrianna, sweetheart, I'm over the moon about this baby. I know we never really spoke about having more kids, and I'm not going to lie, I didn't expect for you to ever fall pregnant... I guess I forgot basic biology, but I'm ecstatic, my love." I tell her, pulling her into my arms and holding her close.

Seven months later

"Viktor Romanov! If you ever get me pregnant ever again, I swear to God I will castrate you myself!" Adrianna screams, squeezing my hand tight. It broke my heart to see her in pain, but God the woman was crushing my hand!

Okay, maybe I see where the boys get their knack for drama from... No, it's not from Adri.

"I'm sorry, my love. But you're almost there." I encourage, kissing her hand and then her forehead.

Adrianna was currently in labour and well... We had no clue what the heck the gender of the baby would be, we both wanted it to be a surprise and figured it would be a boy anyway.

A few minutes later, Adrianna let's put one last scream of agony before the wailing of a baby fills the room.

"Congratulations! It's a girl!" The doctor says, making both Adrianna and I widen our eyes in response.

"What?!" We exclaim at the same time, making the doctor laugh in response. He knew our family, so he knew that we only had boys.

"You heard it right, there's finally a girl in your family to spice things up a bit." He says, looking far too amused.

"The poor girls going to have seven older brothers." Adrianna sighs tiredly, and I suddenly feel sorry for our daughter, but then I realise that they'll help chase all the boys away, so it's a win-win situation.... Kind of.

A nurse takes our baby girl from the doctor and cleans off all the blood from her before handing her over to Adrianna who had just finished being stitched up.

"She's beautiful." Adrianna says, and I murmer my agreement, kissing Adrianna's forehead once more.

A few hours later, we're in Adrianna's hospital room when the eldest two boys, Andrei and Leandro come rushing in.

"We have a sister?!" The scream together, and Adrianna nods happily in response.

"Mama, what's her name." Andrei asks.

"Well," she looks at me, and I nod at her. "Your dad and I decided that you, Drei get to choose her name. A Russian one of course while Leandro, you get to choose her middle name, an Italian one. Okay?"

The boys nod happily, and look lost in thought.

"Oh! Her middle name can be Carmen so she matches with Carmine." Leandro says, looking proud of himself. Adrianna sends him a soft smile before looking at Andrei who is still very much lost in thought.

Finally, a minute later he looks like he's finally gotten an idea.

"Iris." He says, looking nervously this mother who nods approvingly.

"Well done, my loves. Her name will be Iris Carmen Armanelli-Romanov. Wow that's a mouthful." Adrianna muses, and I hum in agreement.

Two years later
Third person POV

The Armanelli-Romanov mansion had been full of joy for the past two years, the family having their lives being full of happiness because of their sister.

Iris Carmen Armanelli-Romanov was a beautiful toddler, who was the perfect mix of her parents. Her eyes an icy blue like her father's, her mother's skin tone and facial structure, her father's nose and mouth. The perfect mix.

However, the alarms of the house blared loudly one night, startling all the boys awake.

Viktor who had been working late in his office panicked. That specific alarm was the one that rang only if Adrianna pressed the panic button in their room. With his heart beating ten times faster than usual, Viktor ran to his and Adrianna's room only to find the place to be a mess. Fuck! Viktor decided to check to see what he could find in the room, knowing that his guards would be searching the outside for any threats.

There had very clearly been a struggle here. There was no sign of his wife or their daughter who still slept in their room. Instead there was a mess of a room and a letter that sat on the bed.

Dear Viktor:

If you're reading this, that means my men have succeeded in taking your wife and daughter. God I never thought I'd see the day when you had something taken away from you, and now? Now you're missing two of the most precious people in your life. At least I left you with your sons.

You can try finding your wife and daughter, but I doubt you'd succeed. Especially considering the fact that you don't even know who I am.

This must be killing you! Wow. Amazing how the tables have turned, isn't it?

Have a nice life asshole!

-The person who took your everything

Viktor clenched his hands into a fist, his nails digging so deeply into his palms that they drew blood. He would find them no matter what, even if it was the last fucking thing he did, Viktor would find his wife and daughter, and he wouldn't give up because even though the pair were missing, he still had the rest of his family to take care of.

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There we have the first chapter! I'm so sorry about the constant time skips, I promise it gets better but I needed to have the actual storyline done.

Again my apologies!

I hope you enjoyed it.

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