Ivan's entire body went numb with fear as he gingerly pulled away the blood-stained sheets. He was working, but his eyes kept darting back to Victor's face. What he was witnessing was something no ordinary human could comprehend.
Victor stood there calmly, but the blood at the corners of his mouth and his long, sharp vampire fangs hadn't fully retracted yet. Ivan watched in horror as a stray drop of Alia's fresh blood still clung to the tip of one of those fangs.
Ivan's Terror: Ivan wondered who his master really was. A man, or a cruel king from the underworld? Every time he glanced at those fangs, he feared Victor might choose him as the next victim.
Victor's Observation: Victor was clearly enjoying Ivan's terror. He flashed his predatory fangs once more, his pupils still tinged with a dark crimson. He didn't speak, but the glint of his teeth warned Ivan that his life could end in a heartbeat.
The Silent Prey: Alia lay pale and motionless. Ivan changed the linens around her with extreme caution, terrified of accidentally touching the "Vampire's" prize.Seeing the sweat on Ivan's forehead and his trembling hands, a crooked smirk formed on Victor's lips. He ran his tongue over those sharp fangs and suddenly spoke in a surprisingly grounded voice.
Victor took a long breath and said, "Don't be afraid, Ivan. I'm not a vampire. I am a Mafia Lord—a Russian Mafia Lord. This is just a hobby of mine, a strange obsession you could say."
Victor reached into his mouth and clicked something out. It turned out the fangs were high-quality, custom prosthetics he used only for his most primal moments.
The Might of the Russian Lord: Victor walked over to Ivan and placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. "Tasting blood, this savagery... it's all part of my power. I take what I want, however I want. Alia is my property, and I can do as I please with her."
Ivan's Relief and Fear: Learning Victor wasn't a vampire brought some relief, but Ivan knew a Russian Mafia Lord could be deadlier than any mythical creature. He bowed his head. "I understand, Sir. My lips are sealed."
Victor's Mindset: Victor turned back to the window, wiping his blood-stained hands with a handkerchief. His 'hobby' wasn't just cruelty; it was a manifestation of his absolute dominance.Long after Ivan had left, as the clock neared 4:00 PM, Alia finally regained consciousness. The pale afternoon light filtered through the heavy curtains. When she first opened her eyes, everything was a blur. Her body felt heavy like lead, and there was a sharp, stinging pain in her neck.
She let out a low, weary moan—"Ummmmm..."
The Realization: Alia reached up to touch her neck. It was bandaged, but the memory of Victor's fangs and him drinking her blood flashed through her mind like lightning. She realized she was lying on fresh linens and her clothes had been changed.
Victor's Presence: Turning her head, she saw Victor sitting in a lounge chair in the corner of the room. He was dressed in a sleek black shirt, holding a glass of liquor. He watched her with calm, steady eyes.
The Afternoon Silence: The room was quiet now, but the traces of the previous night's and morning's savagery were evident in Alia's weakness. She asked in a frail voice, "How long have I been asleep?"Hearing Alia's weak voice, Victor took a final sip of his drink and stood up. His face showed no mercy; the cold, ruthless "Russian Mafia Lord" had returned. He walked slowly to her bedside and barked, "Did you think you could just fade away in the middle of satisfying my thirst? To stand beside a Mafia Lord, you need to be stronger than this, Alia!"
But Alia's reaction left even Victor stunned. Instead of trembling, she burst into fits of laughter.
Alia's Laughter: Sitting up in bed, Alia laughed, "Did you think you were the only expert in this game, Victor?" There was a mysterious satisfaction in her eyes.
The Vampire Fangs: Mid-laugh, Alia parted her lips. Victor stared in disbelief as Alia revealed her own set of sharp vampire fangs! She had also prepared high-quality prosthetics, matching his own style.
Eye to Eye: Tracing her fangs with her finger, she whispered, "I know how to play this game too, My Lord. If you are the predator, remember that your prey can be just as venomous."Keeping that mysterious smirk on her face, Alia got out of bed, clearly enjoying Victor's stunned expression. She pulled a black silk dress from the wardrobe and calmly put it on. She had known about Victor's prosthetic fangs for a while, so she had made her own preparations.
At that moment, there was a soft knock at the door. The same maid from the morning had returned, now much more cautious and terrified.
The Maid's Return: Standing by the door with her head bowed, she whispered, "Ma'am..." She was afraid to look inside, fearing she might witness another terrifying scene.
Alia's Authority: Adjusting her dress in front of the mirror, Alia covered the bandage on her neck with the high collar. She replied firmly, "Come in. Clean up these glass shards and the spilled coffee."
Victor's Silence: Victor stood there, glass in hand, still watching her. He was inwardly amused he hadn't expected Alia to challenge him like this. Before the Russian Lord, Alia was no longer just his lover; she had become a worthy rival.Victor and Alia decided not to waste the night indoors. Impressed by Alia's boldness and her "vampire duet" surprise, Victor chose to take her to a massive gala hosted by the city's most influential underworld figures.
As night fell, the villa buzzed with a regal intensity.
The Grand Preparation
Alia's Look: Alia wore an expensive, crimson red backless gown. She strategically wore a diamond choker to hide the bandage on her neck. With dark red lipstick and those prosthetic sharp fangs, she looked both breathtakingly beautiful and dangerously mysterious.
Victor's Presence: Victor donned a bespoke all-black three-piece suit. With a concealed revolver in his jacket and his signature cold "Mafia Lord" expression, he led Alia down the grand staircase. Every eye in the hall was fixed on them.
The Luxury Car: Standing between rows of armed bodyguards in front of the villa was a gleaming, midnight-black Rolls-Royce Phantom. The moonlight reflected off its polished hood, radiating pure luxury and power.
Victor opened the car door for her and whispered, "Tonight, let the world know—if I am the King of this city, the woman beside me is a force far more potent."
Alia smirked, the glint of her fangs visible in the dim light. "Tonight, Victor, both wine and blood shall flow in equal measure."As the midnight-black Rolls-Royce Phantom came to a halt in front of the city's most elite underground club, the bustling chatter of the crowd died down instantly. Security guards rushed forward to open the door, and the air grew heavy with anticipation.
First to step out of the vehicle was Alia.
Alia's Regal Entrance
The Stunned Crowd: As Alia stepped onto the red carpet, every powerful mafia boss, corrupt businessman, and socialite present froze. Her crimson gown shimmered under the spotlights, but it was her aura of absolute dominance that truly commanded the room.
The Gaze of Terror and Lust: Men forgot their drinks and women stopped their whispers as they stared. When Alia offered a slow, cold smirk, the flash of her sharp vampire fangs sent a ripple of unease through the crowd. They began to murmur—was she a mere woman, or some dark goddess of the night?
Victor's Claim: Victor stepped out after her, looking every bit the lethal Russian Lord. He slid a possessive arm around her waist, his cold, predatory eyes scanning the crowd. His gaze was a silent warning: Look, but do not touch.
Alia leaned in, her lips brushing Victor's ear as she whispered, "Look at them, Victor. They are staring at us like lambs watching their slaughterers. They have no idea what's coming for them tonight."
Victor let out a low, dark chuckle. "Let them stare, my Queen. By the end of the night, they will be kneeling."Shortly after entering the party, an arrogant girl—claiming to be the daughter of a powerful city mafia boss—stepped in front of Alia. Looking at Alia's dress and her strange fangs, she smirked contemptuously and said, "Victor, did you finally settle for this cheap witch? She isn't worthy of you."
Alia didn't waste a single second. Her eyes ignited with a murderous glint.
Alia's Savage Transformation
The Hair-Pulling Assault: Before the girl could finish her sentence, Alia lunged at her like a predator. In one swift motion, she grabbed a fistful of the girl's hair. Before the girl could even scream in pain, Alia dragged her across the floor toward a heavy wooden dining table.
Three Strikes on the Table: Showing no mercy, Alia gripped the girl's head and slammed it against the table once, twice, thrice!
First Strike: The girl's forehead split open, and blood began to pour.
Second Strike: The glassware on the table shattered into a thousand pieces with a deafening crash.
Third Strike: The girl lost consciousness and fell limp to the floor, completely broken.
Victor's Reaction: The entire ballroom went silent. Everyone stood frozen like statues. Victor calmly took a sip of his drink and smiled at Alia with pure satisfaction. He knew his Queen was not someone to be trifled with.
Alia wiped the blood from her hands and said in a chillingly calm voice, "Next time, think twice about whose presence you are standing in.After the girl collapsed lifelessly on the floor, a tomb-like silence swept across the ballroom. The powerful mafia dons, hitmen, and arms dealers—who moments ago felt untouchable—stood frozen in their tracks.
With a demonic glint in her eyes and a bloody smirk, Alia wiped her hands with a silk handkerchief. As she scanned the room, even the most ruthless men began to tremble.
Universal Submission: One by one, every mafia leader bowed their heads low. There was no more mockery in their eyes, only absolute loyalty and pure terror. The entire room whispered in unison—"Mafia God-Mother..."
Ascension to the Throne: Those who had dismissed her as merely Victor's consort now realized that Alia's brutality matched his own. She wasn't just a woman; she was the new Empress of the underworld.
Victor's Pride: Victor stepped forward and kissed Alia's forehead in front of everyone. He declared loudly, "From this day on, your God-Mother's word is law. Anyone who dares defy her will face a fate far worse than that girl's."The ballroom remained in a deathly silence after Alia's display of brutality. Slowly and deliberately, Alia pulled an expensive cigarette from her clutch. She placed it between her lips but didn't light it—she simply scanned the room with a piercing gaze.
That single look acted like a command.
The Competition for the Light: The moment the cigarette touched her lips, five young mafia members practically lunged forward from the crowd. Each held a gleaming gold lighter, competing to be the one to offer a flame to the God-Mother, desperate to earn her favor.
Alia's Sinister Laughter: Seeing five strong men kneeling before her with lighters in hand, Alia burst into a chilling laugh. Her laughter was filled with both contempt and the intoxication of power. Her sharp fangs glinted under the chandeliers like polished diamonds.
Victor's Admiration: Standing beside her, Victor watched the scene with pure fascination. He saw how effortlessly Alia had brought the entire mafia underworld to its knees. He leaned in, whispering, "You're becoming a greater ruler than I am, Alia."Alia kept her mysterious smile as she looked forward. The five mafia men were still holding their lit lighters, waiting for her approval. She stepped forward slowly and chose the lighter of the most agile and strongest-looking young man to light her cigarette.
Taking a deep drag, she blew the smoke directly into the faces of the other four. Then, looking into the eyes of the chosen one, she made a startling declaration.
The New Bodyguard: Alia looked at the boy and said in a firm voice, "From today, you are my personal bodyguard. Your life, your weapon, and your loyalty—they all belong to me."
Victor's Approval: Standing nearby, Victor nodded. He knew it was important for Alia to have her own elite guard. He looked at the boy and said coldly, "You heard her? Not a single scratch should touch the God-Mother. If it does, there won't be a bone left in your body."
The Vow of Loyalty: The boy immediately knelt and kissed Alia's hand, saying, "Yes, Ma'am! I will protect you with my last drop of blood."