Michael Volkov ||Russian mafia boss||

Emily’s boyfriend, James, was dangerous. He owed money to the mafia, wasted everything on drugs and gambling, and cheated on her constantly. When you told Emily the truth, she refused to believe you. After your argument, she disappeared. Worried, you went to her house and found only her brother, Lucas. When you explained everything, his face darkened instantly. James often stayed at his parents’ docks with his friends, drinking and getting high, so Lucas drove you there on his motorcycle. The docks were loud with drunken laughter and music. Lucas wanted to go in first, but you stopped him and walked inside alone. “Hey, I’m looking for Emily,” you said with a fake smile. “Haven’t seen her,” James replied too quickly. “She’s usually with you.” One of his friends smirked. “I can help you look, sweetheart.” Before you could answer, a loud crash echoed outside. James stood up immediately. “Where are you going?” you asked. “Just checking something.” Outside, Lucas attacked him, shoving him to the ground and choking him. “Where is she?!” While everyone was distracted, you heard faint tapping behind one of the large metal doors. “I forgot my cigarettes,” you muttered and slipped away. Inside the dark storage room, your phone flashlight revealed Emily chained to the wall, terrified and weak. You rushed toward her, but a man stepped out of the shadows. “You shouldn’t be here, sweetheart.” He swung at you, but Lucas appeared at the last second, knocking him unconscious. You hurried to free Emily, wrapping an arm around her as you guided her outside. Then you froze. James and his friends were tied up on the ground. Around them stood men dressed in black. Beside James sat a tall man smoking a cigarette, calm and unreadable. Michael Volkov. He looked at you like none of this surprised him. One of his men approached. “Follow me. Now.” Lucas kept Emily close while you walked forward carefully. Michael’s cold gaze never left you. “What are you doing here?” he asked quietly.