The groans escaping Dimitri's throat suddenly transformed into a grotesque and terrifying maniacal laugh. With his skin still tinged blue from the venom and reacting to the antidote, he looked monstrous, but his laughter carried a chilling sense of madness.
Chuckling through his tremors, he rasped:
"Ha ha ha... Alia! You think I've lost? You think you'll make me your sister's slave? Dimitri never crawls at anyone's feet. You call her my 'wife'? Fine... the moment she steps into my house, she'll learn the true meaning of hell. You didn't kill me, Alia—you just signed your own sister over to a living demon!"
There was a strange confidence in his laughter, as if he had already laid a trap. His eyes darted around, calculating a new conspiracy even in this broken state.
Victor's temper flared. He pressed the barrel of his gun against Dimitri's forehead and roared, "Stop laughing, you devil! I'll wipe that smile off your face forever!"
But Alia remained calm. She gripped Dimitri's chin even harder, meeting his gaze with a mocking smirk of her own. She whispered coldly:
"Do you think I'm just letting you go empty-handed? My sister won't come alone, Dimitri. This white snake and that blue-eyed owl will follow her like shadows. If you even think about raising a finger against her, your own house will become your funeral pyre. It won't take long for this wicked laughter to turn into your final scream."
Dimitri's laughter died instantly. Looking into Alia's unwavering eyes, he realized for the first time that he wasn't up against just any girl he was facing a lethal mastermind.One day, Victor arrived at the headquarters, embodying the true essence of a Mafia Lord. He sat in his high-backed leather chair behind a massive mahogany desk, the city skyline stretching out behind him like a conquered territory.
He wore a tailored black suit, the top buttons of his shirt undone just enough to reveal a glimpse of the blue-eyed owl tattoo on his chest. He held a premium cigar, the smoke curling into the air like a ghostly serpent. In this room, every shadow seemed to obey him.
Suddenly, the blue-eyed black owl flew in from the balcony and perched silently on a gilded stand in the corner. Its piercing gaze shifted from Victor to the door, signaling an arrival.
Victor spoke in a deep, commanding voice:
"Alia, come in."
The doors swung open, and Alia stepped inside, radiating power and elegance. She wore a deep maroon silk gown that flowed like wine. Wrapped tightly around her wrist was the red-eyed white snake, its scales shimmering against her skin.
Victor stood up and walked toward her, pulling her close. He looked into her eyes and whispered:
"Dimitri has been sent back to his estate. My spies tell me he is still wearing that wicked smirk, thinking he has a play left to make. But he doesn't realize that from this desk, I have already dismantled his world."
Alia leaned in, her lips brushing against his as she replied:
"Don't worry about him, my Lord. I am sending my sister to his house tomorrow. But she won't be going alone. My white snake will accompany her. If Dimitri tries a single trick, this snake will become his bedfellow—ensuring he never sleeps in peace again."
Victor smirked, tightening his grip on her waist as they both looked out at the empire they now ruled together.
"From this day forward," Victor declared, "mercy is a forgotten word. Those who follow us will thrive. Those who defy us... well, they have your snake and my owl to answer to."
In the dim light of the office, only the glow of the cigar and the ruby-red eyes of the snake remained visible. The reign of the Lord and his Queen had truly begun.The cold, professional atmosphere of the office shifted in an instant. As Victor was reviewing Dimitri's files from his massive leather chair, Alia approached him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Without hesitation, she sat directly on Victor's lap. Victor set the files aside, his hands finding their place firmly around her waist. Alia reached out, gripping his tie with her slender fingers and tugging it gently toward her.
As Victor's face came inches from hers, she looked deep into his eyes and whispered:
"Miss me?"
Victor smirked, the hardness of the Mafia Lord melting away under her spell. He leaned into her ear and replied in a deep, gravelly voice:
"The whole city is under my thumb, Alia, but in these moments, I am merely a puppet in your hands. I've missed you every single second. Amidst all the work and conspiracies, you are my only peace."
Alia let out a soft laugh, tightening her hold on his tie to pull him even closer. Outside the window, the blue-eyed owl flapped its wings as if guarding their private moment, while the white snake around her neck remained still, sensing her quickened heartbeat.In that massive office chair, the chemistry between Victor and Alia reached its breaking point. As Alia tugged on Victor's tie, he couldn't restrain himself any longer. He cupped the back of her neck, pulling her in as their lips crashed together in a deep, passionate kiss. It was a kiss fueled by hours of longing and a hunger for dominance.
Alia ran her fingers through Victor's hair, pulling him closer, while Victor's hand slid up her silk gown, stroking her thigh. The temperature in the room soared instantly. Without wasting a second, Victor unzipped his trousers. Alia adjusted her gown and lowered herself onto him, surrendering to the moment.
The silent office was filled only with the sound of their heavy breathing and the rhythmic ticking of the expensive clock on the desk. They became physically intimate, a union where the arrogance of power and primal love became one. The Mafia Lord and his Queen forgot the world and its rules, losing themselves in their own private sanctuary.
Outside, the sky grew dark with clouds, but inside, there was only the heat of their fire. The blue-eyed owl on the windowsill turned its head away, as if respecting the absolute privacy of its masters.In the vast silence of the office, only a satisfied moan escaped Alia's lips—"Ahhh..." She lay gasping against Victor's broad chest, her hair disheveled and her lipstick smudged, looking devastatingly beautiful. Victor pulled her even tighter into his arms, as if declaring to the world that this woman wasn't just a part of his empire she was his very existence.
Alia whispered into Victor's ear:
"This moment is my greatest victory. Not Dimitri's downfall, nor the conquest of the empire, but being here in your arms this is my true throne."
Victor pressed a sweat-dampened kiss to her forehead and replied:
"And this throne is reserved only for you, my Queen. Now, let's show the world the true power of the Mafia Lord and his Lady."
Outside the window, the heavens opened up in a torrential downpour, as if the rain were washing away every trace of Dimitri's treacherous schemes. Inside, Victor and Alia bathed in each other's warmth, waiting for the dawn of a new era.Alia's soft plea reached Victor's ears like sweet music. As she dug her nails into his shoulders and murmured in a strained voice, "Ummmm... Victor, slowly...", Victor immediately shifted his pace. He shed his ruthless Mafia Lord persona, touching her with the tenderness of a devoted lover.
Leaning close to her ear, his hot breath sent shivers down her spine as he whispered:
"My intention isn't to hurt you, Alia; my addiction is to conquer you. Today, this office and this entire city stand as witnesses to us."
Alia closed her eyes, surrendering to the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. The white snake on her beauty bone seemed to relax against her heated skin. Every touch from Victor was a blend of deep dominance and affection. As Alia's body merged completely with Victor's, time itself seemed to stand still.
The sound of rain outside and the rhythm of their breathing inside created an ethereal atmosphere. Alia's soft moans and Victor's profound tenderness pushed all of Dimitri's darkness far into the distance.In the middle of that intense moment, the office door creaked open slightly. Dimitri had perhaps come for an urgent document or one last plea, but what he saw through the gap made the ground vanish beneath his feet.
Victor was lost in Alia, and only a soft "Ahh..." escaped her lips. Dimitri watched as his powerful brother and the mysterious Alia were completely united. The woman he had once coveted was now finding her fulfillment in Victor's empire.
Dimitri stood frozen for a second. His wicked smirk vanished, replaced by pure embarrassment and discomfort. He realized he had intruded into a space so private and sacred that he had no right to be there.
Stammering in a low voice, Dimitri said:
"Oh... I... I'm sorry. I'm leaving."
He quickly backed away, pulled the door shut, and practically ran down the hallway. As he stood gasping in the corridor, he felt as if the blue-eyed owl outside the window was laughing at his humiliation.
Victor and Alia sensed his presence, but they didn't stop. Victor lifted Alia's chin and smirked:
"See? Today Dimitri didn't just lose his power; he lost his nerve. He knows that behind this door, only the Mafia Lord and his Queen reign."
Alia hid her face against Victor's chest, smiling softly. This humiliation would remain a burning scar in Dimitri's mind forever.v