“You're cruel, Spades, I mean how could you? How could you sleep with your brother in law!” Marie's voice slammed into me like a gut punch.

It was a lot to take in, but do not be quick to judge. From the looks of it, it looks bad, really bad. I slept with my brother-in-law and on his wedding day, and it might seem my action can not be justified, but it can. 

My name is Spades Ivanov, and my life took a quick and drastic turn when I met Ace Marakov, then the turn got worse, when I was sent to kill him by my father. Unfortunately, Ace got a hold on me, and now, he has a strange power over me, he makes me feel things, things I can’t explain. 

I am Ivanov’s son, I am a member of Bratva and these feelings are forbidden. Ace will be the death of me, and I will die smiling, because he is a taste of heaven.

Our story is one of fate's twisted games, woven from mysteries, reckless decisions, and a lust so blinding it's deadly. It's a vicious cycle of deceit, manipulation, and death. And yet, life couldn't get any more complicated – or intriguing – than this.


Ace Of Spades. [MM]

Your Virtue Disgusts Me.

Chapter Twelve.
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Spades Pov:
I choked. The air thinned, and left me. Viola looked at me with wild eyes, filled with panic, and Marie patted my back. She handed me a bottle of water, and I drank it, but nothing could mask the insanity I felt at his sight.
“Are you okay, baby?” Viola asked, and...

Chapter Twelve.
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Spades Pov:

I choked. The air thinned, and left me. Viola looked at me with wild eyes, filled with panic, and Marie patted my back. She handed me a bottle of water, and I drank it, but nothing could mask the insanity I felt at his sight.

“Are you okay, baby?” Viola asked, and...

To New Beginnings.

The Prince and The Tramp.

Ace of Spades.

My Little Shoe Shiner.

The Wedges of Sin.

A Losing Game.

I’ll FIND YOU EVERY TIME.

I Was Being Haunted.

Let Me Let You Go.

STUCK ON ME.

The Beginning Of The End.

Never Really Truly Gone.

The Madness Within.

Don’t Hurt Her.

You Can’t Hide Forever.

What Do You Mean To Each Other?

Purely Performative.

The Enforcer.

A Soldier, Not A Son.

What Is Meant For You.