"With great success comes great demise."
~ Vincenzo Santini

Staring out the black tinted windows, the trees rushing by and my smoke carried by the wind, never have I known peace.

As depressing as that shit sounds, the role of the Capo was never meant to be easy. I should know. It's been my whole life, the reason for my being, the lungs of my breath, the heart of my blood. I was born for this, and nothing will ever get in my way. I was born to reign over this stagnant, normalised society, never to fit in.

No questions asked.

Control isn't just a need or a fleeting desire for temporary change, no. It's a necessity as much as the air entering your lungs and the blood coursing through your veins.

It's a way of life.

"We're here." Fabian announces besides me.
I look out the car window, seeing the bustling crowd in front of the Kamchatka. The same place I have been prowling my way inside for the past couple of months.

But today's different. Today, we make history.

The car halts and I reach over to grab a handgun from the side, placing it inside a holster on my waist.

Getting out of the car, I button my jacket and adjust the cuffs on my sleeves, nodding to the driver who opened the door for me.

Fabian reaches my side instantaneously,
"Remember the action plan. Have your mind screwed on. No distractions."

I look at him and give him a smirk.
"I hope you know who you're talking to primo."

Fabian ruffles his blonde hair with a scoff.
"A mindless psychopath?" He quips sarcastically, lighting a cigarette and pulling a drag.

My smirk deepens as I look to the other guys with me and give a nod towards the club.

The same club where my biggest enemies have prospered and flaunted their victories. The same club where those same people will meet their inevitable demises.

In an orderly fashion, we jump the queue. The security guard already familiar with our faces allows us in with no further questions. The reeking smell of bodies, smoke and heat mixed together with the loud music do justice in drowning the voices in my mind. Overstimulated, I do my best to keep the mission in mind - to kill the upcoming Pakhan.

Sources have suggested that the current Pakhan wants to step down. And this can't be if I want my long term goal to succeed. I need the current Pakhan to stay in his position, and the only way to do that is to kill his bastard son, the only legacy to his dynasty.

Fabian guides us towards the VIP section where we have been situated for the past couple of months. Waitresses in stripper costumes come to give us complimentary drinks, Fabian waves the girl off as she offers me one.

"Need I remind you that you can't drink on your medications." He chastises me as though I'm his little kid.

I roll my eyes and avert my gaze else where, in search of Dimitri Pavlova when instead my eyes gravitates towards a stripper. A new stripper.

"Who's that?" I nod towards the girl.

Fabian looks towards the direction with a confused expression and starts to scroll through his phone at the electronic files we have of all the information we have gathered. But all he does in return is give me a shrug of shoulders.

Having been infiltrating the club to gain information, that meant knowing the ins and out of this place. The workers whether it be the ones directly working for the Bratva or the ones working under their payroll like these strippers, they all had to be under my radar, all their faces familiar and their names known.... All but her.

She starts climbing up the pedestal, using the stripper pole as a guidance, her face half covered by a lacy mask but you could still see the greens of her eyes.

As the glassy emeralds meet my eyes, I suddenly held my breath.

She was beautiful.

Her face held a scowl as her eyes brushed past mine and roamed over her audience. Lost in the loud music, all prior thoughts disappeared and were suddenly just engulfed by her.

Her pouty small face and curvy body started moving accordingly to the sudden change in beat of song. Her raven black hair swaying down to her waist in perfect sync to her hands as they rubbed over her face and body.

The headlights shining above the stage showing her stage name 'Rose' in bright colours. A name that I have indeed not yet come across.

She was clearly a newcomer and inexperienced. Her movements stiff and annoyed, she was uncomfortable by it all but still remained stoic and unfazed. She oozed confidence and continued to hold her chin high despite the jeering from the men below her.

She held my attention differently in comparison to the other strippers. Whilst the others were dead inside, she sparked a flame than shone through her eyes, held back by a wall she doesn't want others to touch. Her eyes gleamed with malice, as though she has an ulterior motive. She was an enigma.

But I wonder how she'd looked when she felt humiliated. How she'd look if she choked on her own blood. Close to death, how would she look? Still as pretty with her full lips and dimpled smile perhaps. How would it look if red liquid oozed from them instead? Her green eyes protruding out as she takes in hoarse air, choking yet lively. She would wriggle underneath me as all she sees is black and all I see is red coming out her. Maybe I can even make her cry red. Wouldn't that be a sight..

Deep inside me, inside my blood, my cells, the very essence of my being, lurks a psychopathic creature with fucked up fetishes and a constant demand to sedate its desires.
Most of the time, these urges are dull enough to ignore, just a brief afterthought that quickly disappears as I keep my mind busy and my body active. But other times, it gets too much. So much so, that all I see is red. Red red red.

Red like her lips, red like the blood I visualise coming out of her, red like the colour of her heart as I squeeze it in my hand.

Not normally seen by an average human eye, I could sense the murderous energy that looms over her like a thick fog with no way out. It's almost as if she's so much more than just a pretty sight.

A wonderful fix for a permanent high. Her eyes meet mine again, this time with a scowl etched across her face. The look rushes blood into my groin as my eyes continued to rake down her slender body.

I've tried to chase the high with different whores that don't have the word "no" in their vocabulary, but nothing comes close to achieving such a high by having a fixation that allows me to indulge in my dark side.

And what's better than a girl with a lust for darkness.

"Another one of your conquest?"

I shift in my seat, widening my legs further apart to get comfortable and resting my elbows on the arms of the seat. I rub my fingers across my lips, never once taking my eyes off the girl.

"This one's different. I want to fuck her till her brains paints all these walls." I must of shocked my cousin with my apathetic tone, a dark laughter coming from my smirk.
"She will be mine."

And my words never go empty. I nodded towards Viktor, the security guard whom I managed to gain some trust, and flicked two fingers towards the beautiful dancer on stage.

"Fuck you doing cugino?" Fabian whispers irately next to me, leaning towards me and trying to grab my attention.

But he can't.  My eyes remained trained on the girl as her dancing session comes to a halt and she gets dragged down her pedestal. I watch as she approaches me with Viktor holding a firm grip on her upper arm. The same hand that will soon have every single bone snapped, but that'll be an afterthought for now. Her hips swaying and her hair bouncing against her, she gets presented to me with the same scowl on her face directed at the fingers wrapped around her arm.
"Let me the fuck go you shit eating bitch face."

Viktor yanks her next to his lips as he harshly whispers.
"Remember the rules, never say no."

"Kiss my ass." She brings her tall stripper heels and stabs the point on Viktor's foot.

He grunts painfully, near enough about to burst into tears and pushes her towards me, leaving with nothing but a curt nod.

She turns around to face his limping retreating body and mumbles with a huff, "Eat my shit while you're at it ass hole."

She finally looks at me and presents me with a fakest smile she could muster.
"Fuck you want pedo." Despite her foul language, her words still glazed like honey into my ears.

Fabian stifles a laugh besides me. Hiding it behind a clear of a throat as soon as I look at him with dead eyes.

I drag my attention back to her, watching as she shoots daggers towards Fabian and finally to me. She crosses her arms over her chest and shifts all her weight on one leg, enunciating the curve of her hips and arch of her waist.

Clear to say she's a handful and not a lot of men can handle her, but then again, I'm not like a lot of men and women like her aren't meant to be handled. They're meant to be trained.

"Such dirty words coming from a pretty mouth." I drop my voice a few octaves as I stand to my full height. Despite her heels, I still manage to tower over her.

Ever so subtly, she gulps in anticipation. The fire in her diminishing slightly as her scowls softens and she grants me her full attention. Her eyes start searching me from head to toe, her eyes lingering longer than needed to the tattoos snaking around any exposed skin on my hands, wrists and neck.

Instinctively, I grab her throat, skimming my thumb over her pulse and digging in. Yet, she doesn't look the least bit fazed, just the fire that continues to brew behind the facade she keep. Her pulse remained steady as her jaded eyes look at me with disgust. Her glaring continues to make my blood hot and rushes straight to my dick, making it uncomfortably tight against my slacks.

I look over her at my VIP booth, secluded but still having the view over the whole club. I look to my left towards Fabian and signal to him to leave. He does so with a tut and shake of his head. "Never get shit done whenever you're back in this mood." He mumbles more to himself than to me.

A knowing smirk reaches my lips at the mood he's referring to as I look down on the girl steeling herself with some new profound confidence.

"Bad choice leaving yourself all alone."

Before my mind could comprehend what she meant, a cold piece of metal pokes my lower abdomen in warning.

A stripper with a knife?
Now this just got a whole lot more interesting.

My hand still remaining on her throat, I dig into her skin, feeling her pulse quickening. In fear or adrenaline, maybe even both. I push myself further into her little plaything blade, bringing my nose to rub against the crown of her head and my lips to rest against her temple. Her silky hair itches my nose whilst her skin feels hot and soft against my lips.

I breathe in her scent. Earthy lavender with a drip of addiction.

A deep moan rumbled from the base of my throat as I tip her head back forcefully using my other hand as it snakes around her tiny waist, up the nape of her smooth neck to grab a fistful of her hair from the scalp.

Reluctantly I raise my head away from the crook of her neck before licking from her collarbone to her pulse. She released a small gasp, her taste remain printed on my tongue. My mouth salivating at the thought of whatever more delicious taste she has hidden from me.

At this point, her little knife was dug into my skin, enough to draw blood, but not enough to tear my attention away from her pretty face. The sting buzzed through my nerves as much as the taste of her salty skin hummed through my veins.

I'm met with her eyes that seemed to be frozen with feelings I can't put my finger on, the grip on her knife faltering as I feel less of the pressure and more so from her curious gaze. They drop to my lips which I'm sure are carved with a grin from Hell, making her eyes finally shine with a bright of colour under the flashing lights.

I lick my lips, dragging my teeth along my bottom lips as I stare down at her own. Her red painted lips part as she starts to breathe heavily, the colour enticing me of the blood I want spilled from her porcelain fair skin. The colour matching her sweet scent of roses on a rainy season.

"Rosa. Seems like you're my newest addiction."

Author's Note

We back baby!!!!!! Now the spice is finally going to happen mwhahahaha

Thanks for patience guys, love you all and I love all the comments and appreciate all the votes!!!!!

Also I need to remind you the warnings that I wrote in the beginning of this book.
This is a DARK ROMANCE

Please, if you're looking for vanilla love, this is not the place!!! Beware.. mature content coming !!