INSATIABLE CRAVINGS
Insatiable Cravings – Episode 118
Subtitle; {Loving You Is A Loosing Game}
TAGS: Age-gap, Mafia, Forbidden Love, Drama, Tragedy and Betrayal.
Settings: United Kingdom, Russia and others.
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~ Dominic ~
It’s been fifteen blòody minutes since Genevieve went up to get her things. Fifteen. She never takes this long. At this rate, I’m starting to worry she’s tripped over something and snapped her leg—or something just as bad.
Dragging a weary hand down my face, I pushed off the wall and made for the stairs, brushing aside the exhaustion clawing at my consciousness. Each step thudded heavily beneath me, but I took them two at a time, refusing to give in to the fatigue that had taken up permanent residence in my limbs.
By the time I reached the hallway, I could make out the faint murmuring of my girls—Rory and Genny. The familiar cadence of their voices spurred me on. Maybe if I joined in, I’d get a sense of whether my sister was still furious with me.
She probably was. Rory could hold a grudge like a f+cking family heirloom.
“And I’m guessing you never mentioned him to him either, right?”
That was Rory, clear as day, questioning Genevieve—who, notably, said nothing in return.
Who’s him?
Am I the him?
Curiosity gnawed at my gut as I closed the distance to Rory’s bedroom door.
“You didn’t know he had a sister…” Aurora’s voice held a flicker of wonder, laced with a tinge of hurt I knew I’d caused. “And now? He doesn’t know you’ve got a brother. Lovely dynamic, that, isn’t it?”
I froze in place, surprise jolting through me. But it lasted all of two seconds before I stepped inside Rory’s room, which, as usual, looked like a unicorn had vomited pink glitter all over it.
“You’ve got a brother?”
Genevieve didn’t turn. She stood stiff as a statue, like the very air had frozen around her. I approached, gently placing my hand on her shoulder and turning her to face me.
“Baby,” I asked softly, “do you have a brother?”
“Y-yes.”
What?
How’s that even possible?
Why didn’t I know?
Better yet—how the héll did Aurora know?
“And how exactly did this—your brother—come up in conversation?” I asked, shifting my focus to my sister.
“Nothing,” Rory snapped from where she sat at the edge of her overly pink bed.
I raised a brow. “Nothing? She just wandered into your room and casually mentioned she’s got a brother?”
“Yeah. That’s exactly what happened,” she retorted, her tone sharp, her gaze challenging mine. She was definitely still angry. “Why is that unbelievable?”
“Does sound a bit unbelievable, don’t you think?” I replied evenly, turning to Genevieve, who watched us like a hawk. “How does she know about your brother?”
“He was my professor at university. That’s all. Nothing else.”
I caught the flicker of emotion in Genevieve’s eyes—quick as lightning but impossible to miss. That “nothing else” held weight. More than she was willing to admit.
“We’ll talk about this later,” I said to Aurora, voice firm, before facing Genevieve again. Her brows were drawn, as if solving a complicated equation in her head. “My love?” Her eyes snapped to mine. “Let’s go?”
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I didn’t look at her as I drove, both hands on the wheel, but my mind couldn’t stay quiet.
“So… your brother?”
She turned to me slightly, her profile composed but unreadable. I could see the blankness in her expression from the corner of my eye.
“Since when have you had a brother?”
I wasn’t angry. Not húrt either. Just confused. And maybe a bit unsettled. Why hadn’t she ever brought him up?
“Since forever.”
Forever. That’s a long blóody time.
“And you never thought to mention him?”
“It just… never came up.”
I didn’t respond right away. Just hummed under my breath. She heard it, and huffed.
“It’s not like I deliberately hid it from you. I thought you already knew—like everyone else seems to.”
“I didn’t know you had a brother.”
“Well, I do now,” she muttered, folding her arms, a slight frown pulling at her lips. “I wasn’t hiding anything, Dominic. I just assumed you knew. Honestly.”
She was getting upset, and that wasn’t what I wanted. One person mad at me was already too much for one day.
“It’s alright,” I murmured, making sure my tone was gentle. “This brother of yours—how old is he?”
“Thirty-five.”
Same age as me.
He’s been alive for thirty-five years, and I’m only just finding out he exists? How? I may not have hired the best investigator to look into the Kings back then, but he wasn’t a rookie either.
I pulled up in front of Liam’s building—the very one Genevieve now shared with her him.
“I’ll walk you up,” I said, stepping out before she could protest. I jogged round and opened the passenger door for her.
“Thanks,” she said, soft but audible.
It was mid-afternoon, and the wind tousled her hair, flicking strands against her cheeks. We walked in silence. The lift ride to her floor was just as quiet, though my mind was anything but. I was already planning increased security measures—for both of them.
The lift doors slid open with a soft ding. My eyes swept the corridor quickly—and landed on a man loitering near Genevieve’s door.
She noticed him too, though she didn’t appear alarmed. Just mildly surprised, with a flicker of something I could only describe as familiarity. My hand, previously near the concealed pístol under my shirt, slowly withdrew.
The man leaned against the wall, one leg propped up, the other planted firmly. He wore a casual off-white shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms, and black trousers. His eyes were on his phone, but at the sound of Genevieve’s boots on the floor, his head snapped up.
From across the corridor, I saw his gaze soften—only to darken the moment it fell on me.
I’d bet my life that was the brother. The resemblance was subtle, mostly in the eyes.
“Dove,” he called, his voice warm and intimate.
She smiled and walked over.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“So you’ve just been ignoring calls then? Just like that?”
“No—umm—it’s just been a mad couple of days. I’ve been busy.”
“That’s the second time I’ve heard that excuse.” His brows drew together. “What the héll happened that you couldn’t call us back? Did he—” His glare landed squarely on me, eyes filled with vénom. “—do something to you?”
“What? No.” Genevieve shook her head and turned towards me. “Everett,” she said, linking her fingers through mine with a bright smile, “this is Dominic. My boyfriend. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
Then to me: “Dominic, this is Everett—my brother.”
The glare that followed her declaration could’ve cut steel. He didn’t even try to hide it. He loathed me.
Still, I offered him my hand.
Everett looked at it. Then at me. Then back at my hand again. Finally, with a dramatic eye-roll, he took it—grip firm, almost punishing.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Can’t say the same about you.”
“Ever!” Genevieve snapped, but his scowl only deepened. “Can we please not do this?”
“I didn’t do anything,” I said calmly.
“Your existence is offence enough.”
Right. Shóoting your girlfriend’s brother wasn’t ideal. I gave Genevieve a faint smile and turned her towards me. “I’ve got to go. Take care, alright?”
She nodded, her hand slipping from mine. I leaned in to kiss her forehead—
Only for Everett to yank her away.
My brows lifted in disbelief. He mirrored the expression, daring me to say something.
She glared at him.
“What?” His tone softened slightly. “Didn’t he say he had to go? I’m just helping him leave quicker.”
“And a kiss would’ve made him late?”
“Yeah, probably.”
“God, you’re insufferable,” she groaned, flinging open the door and slamming it behind her.
Now it was just us. Alone. His stare could’ve set fire to dry wood.
Everett stepped forward, clearly trying to intimidate me. Good luck with that. Even if we weren’t the same height and build, I still wouldn’t have flinched.
“I don’t like you.”
“I figured.”
“I don’t like you with my sister.”
“Unfortunate. Because I’m not going anywhere. And neither is she. That girl—your sister—is going to be my wife.”
“That won’t happen.” His voice was confident. Absolute. “She’ll see through you soon enough. She’ll leave. For good.”
“That won’t happen,” I said, stealing his own words and smirking at the fúry that crossed his face. “I love her. And—like it or not—she loves me too. She’s mine. I’m hers. End of story.”
“Wanna bet?”
“I don’t gamble,” I said smoothly, stepping closer. “But go on, if you like. Just know—I don’t lose.”
“Then you’d better get used to it, Morozov. Because you’re going to lose this time.”
“Don’t be daft.” I tilted my head. “Or is it jealousy?”
“Jealous? Of you?” He laughed darkly. “Come off it. That’s rich.”
“Oh really? Can’t imagine anyone wanting someone as bloody infuriating as you.”
A wicked grin twisted his lips, eyes glinting.
“Your sister doesn’t seem to mind.”
Wait—what?
Silence. My breath caught.
He smirked, satisfied, and turned on his heel, striding away in Genevieve’s flat.
That cocky bastàrd.
So that’s how Rory knows him.
She’s… seeing him?
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It’s been two weeks since I found out my sister is dating Everett Walker—Genevieve’s brother. The man who absolutely loathés me.
He doesn’t hide it either. Tells her straight to her face—in my presence—“I don’t see why you’re with him.”
And I can’t even pretend not to understand. I broke his little sister’s heart years ago. As an older brother, he’s right to hàte me. I’d do the same. Probably worse.
In fact, I would definitely do worse. If he breaks Rory’s heart—I won’t think twice. I’ll slít his throat, brother to Genevieve or not.
I know he thinks the same way about me.
Oddly enough, his hatréd’s been a good distraction from the Blade situation. That bastàrd still hasn’t said who he is. Still haven’t found the heart—or the nerve—to kíll him.
Maybe the betràyal still stings. Or maybe some part of me thinks he might still prove useful.
I don’t know how.
But I hope it’s for us—the Bratva.
And not against.
TBC📖✍️
