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    The Price of Power
    The Price of Power
    The Price of Power
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    The Price of Power

    By Judith Whimsey

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    I have risen to the pinnacle of power in the Diablo, but my ambitions don't end here. My next move is to claim her as mine, no matter the cost. I would strike a deal with the devil himself to make her mine.

     

    Born into this world of darkness as a female, I know the rules and expectations. So, when fate dictates that I must marry the leader of the Russian mafia to forge an alliance, I comply, even as my heart rebels.

     

    Together, we navigate treacherous paths and wage war against time, our own limitations, and the encroaching darkness within our organization. Will we conquer the shadows that threaten our love and emerge triumphant? Or will we lose everything we hold dear in this treacherous game of power?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJudith Whimsey
    Release dateJul 10, 2023
    ISBN9798223554387
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      The Price of Power - Judith Whimsey

      I have risen to the pinnacle of power in the Diablo, but my ambitions don't end here. My next move is to claim her as mine, no matter the cost. I would strike a deal with the devil himself to own her.

      Born into this world of darkness as a female, I know the rules and expectations. So, when fate dictates that I must marry the leader of the Russian mafia to forge an alliance, I comply, even as my heart rebels.

      Together, we navigate treacherous paths and wage war against time, our own limitations, and the encroaching darkness within our organization. Will we conquer the shadows that threaten our love and emerge triumphant? Or will we lose everything we hold dear in this treacherous game of power?

      Chapter 1

      Kirill

      ––––––––

      I pace back and forth in my office, consumed by the weight of today's events.

      My father's funeral.

      The bastard has returned to his home.

      I kept my hatred to myself and accepted the condolences without displaying any emotion. Oh, God! How I despise those false words and fake tears.

      The events of the day weigh heavily on my mind as I cast my gaze across the vast expanse of my mahogany desk, cluttered with papers and folders. A framed photograph of my late father catches my attention, serving as a constant reminder of the legacy I carry on. His stern gaze seems to pierce through the glass, a silent testament to the path I have chosen and the sacrifices I have made to become the feared and respected leader of the Diabol organization.

      The ticking of the clock on the wall reminds me of the impending meeting with my inner circle, my trusted and not-so-trusted Underbosses and Captains who have pledged unwavering loyalty to the organization.

      They are my people now, I remind myself.

      With each passing second, I draw closer to my goal—the culmination of years of careful planning and calculated moves.

      But it's more than just power and control that drives me.

      It's a hunger, an insatiable thirst for dominance that burns within me. The weight of the world rests on my shoulders, and amidst the chaos and violence that define our existence, I find a strange solace. I've waited a long time for this moment, for the pieces of the puzzle to align in perfect harmony.

      A surge of adrenaline courses through my veins. The anticipation, the knowledge that I am on the cusp of a new era, sends a shiver down my spine. The room is filled with the scent of the coffee I just drank, mingling with the faint aroma of leather and cigar smoke. It's an intoxicating cocktail, a potent elixir that fuels my every move.

      I straighten my tie, a symbol of authority and control, and adjust the cufflinks adorning my wrists. Every detail must be immaculate, reflecting the image of a man who demands respect and commands attention. This is my world, and I will stop at nothing to shape it according to my will.

      Natasha, my childhood friend and trusted confidante, enters the room with a purposeful stride. Her long black hair falls in sleek waves, cascading over her shoulders like a dark waterfall, accentuating her commanding presence. Her sharp features, sculpted by determination and resilience, convey a sense of unwavering strength. As her steel-gray eyes meet mine, a flicker of understanding passes between us, unspoken words of shared experiences and the unbreakable bond we have forged. From our tumultuous childhood, where we navigated the treacherous waters of our fathers' cruelty, she emerged as a survivor, honing her skills and transforming herself into a valuable asset. She is the mastermind behind the intricate web of information that fuels our operations, her knowledge of the digital realm an invaluable weapon in our arsenal. In a world where secrets hold power, she has become a guardian of our own, ensuring that our vulnerabilities remain hidden from prying eyes.

      But there is more to Natasha than her skills and intelligence. Beneath her steely exterior lies a woman who has known pain and hardship, yet refuses to be defined by them. She is a survivor, a warrior in her own right, and her presence is a constant reminder of the strength that lies within us all.

      You seem troubled, Kirill, Natasha observes, her voice filled with concern. What's weighing on your mind?

      I sigh, as I lean against the desk, my gaze fixes on the skyline outside, surveying the city that has become my playground. The past, Natasha. It always seems to haunt me, I reply coolly, not betraying any emotion as I continue to gaze out the full-length windows.

      My demeanor is practiced and calculated; ever since I was a child, I have learned to keep my feelings buried deep within myself.

      In a world where every weakness can be exploited, vulnerability is a luxury I can't afford. But we can't afford to dwell on it now. And here is Jurij’s case, I reply, and I can’t help my tone is frustrated. I only show this in front of Natasha, I trust her. He thinks I have nothing more important to do than listen to his empty ramblings.

      Natasha raises an eyebrow. What does he want now?

      He's been pressuring me to name him as my Consigliere, I explain. But I refuse to let his archaic views hinder our progress. I choose you, Natasha, for your skills and dedication. You've earned your place by my side.

      Natasha smiles, a mixture of gratitude and determination in her eyes. Thank you, Kirill. I won't let you down.

      I know.

      The next moment the door swings open, revealing Jurij's imposing figure. He exudes an aura of authority, his gray hair slicked back and his eyes sharp with conviction. Jurij has been my father's Consigliere, and he clings fiercely to the traditional values of the old guard.

      Kirill, Jurij greets me, his voice tinged with false respect. I trust you're considering my request for the position?

      My jaw clenches. Jurij, I've made my decision. Natasha will serve as my Consigliere. She has proven her loyalty and skills time and again.

      Jurij's face twists into a sneer. A woman as an adviser? This is insane! A woman's place is at home, serving her man and providing pleasure. How can you allow such an abomination within our ranks?

      Natasha's eyes flash with anger, her voice sharp as she steps forward. My gender doesn’t define my worth, Jurij. I've earned my position through hard work and dedication, just as Kirill has earned his place as our Pakhan. We are a modern organization, ready to adapt and thrive in a changing world.

      Jurij, I don't want to hear you talk to her like that again, I declare. However I respect the contributions you made under my father's leadership, but times are changing, and our organization must change with it. Natasha is more than capable, and I trust her implicitly. I emphasize the word trust.

      Jurij's face contorts with a mix of disdain and grudging respect. Very well, Kirill. I may not agree with your decision, but I will follow your lead. Just remember, the old ways are not to be dismissed so easily.

      With those words, he sits down at the far end of the table. I lock eyes with Natasha, and a silent understanding passes between us.

      More people arrive and take a seat at the table. The dimly lit room is filled with whispers and uneasy glances, as the members of my organization wait for me to begin the meeting. There is a palpable tension in the air – a mix of fear and respect for me.

      When I loudly pull out my chair, the room falls silent immediately, every eye fixes on me.

      Good evening, gentlemen, I nod. It seems we're all eager to discuss the future of our organization. And I'm sure many of you are wondering what this alliance with Luke and the La Morte means for us.

      Several of the men shift uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact with me. I watch them with unyielding intensity. Not everyone will like the direction Diabol is going to take, but will anyone have the guts to speak out? I hope so.

      Allow me to put your minds at ease, I say, and with a smirk, I stand up commanding their full attention. "This alliance isn't about casting anyone aside or

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