
Promised to the Mafia Heirs
H.Rowan Starling š¦ Ā· Ongoing Ā· 130.5k Words
Introduction
The air in the Kireev mansion is thick enough to choke on. I stand frozen, my back against the cold marble, trapped between the three men who now control my fate.
Alexander, the Vor, the King. He looks at me not with affection, but with the cold calculation of a man assessing his most valuable asset. "She goes with me,"
But Dmitri... Dmitri doesn't obey orders. He steps in front of me. His hand slides around my waist, possessing me in front of everyone. "Sheās already chosen, Alexander," he growls, the vibration of his chest against my back making my knees weak. "Iām going with her. No one will stop me."
And then thereās Viktor, leaning against the doorway, watching his brothers tear each other apart over me with a wicked, twisted smile. "Good luck, little fox," he whispers, his eyes stripping me bare. "The wolf isn't one to play with."
I realize then that I haven't just returned home. I've walked into a war zone, and I am the prize.
Harper Petrovsky thought she escaped her destiny, but she walked straight into the lion's den. Forced to live with the Kireev brothers to claim her inheritance, she finds herself trapped in a web of power, danger, and forbidden desire. Viktor wants to play her, Alexander wants to control her,
and Dmitri wants to claim her. In a world where blood is currency, Harper must decide: will she bow to the Kireevs, or will she bring them to their knees?
Chapter 1
HARPER PETROVSKY
As the private jet lands at McCarran Airport, my heart pounds like itās trying to break through my chest. Agreeing to the terms of my parentsā will was a mistake, but itās too late to back out now. I glance at the crumpled letter before stuffing it into my jacket pocket. Iāll have to handle this aloneājust like I always have.
The jet door opens, and the warm Nevada air rushes in, making me even more restless. I take a deep breath, trying to ignore the nerves bubbling in the pit of my stomach. I know exactly how hard itās going to be living with the Kireevs. I never should have agreed to this damn clause.
I breathe in again, recalling the lawyerās words: āRemember whoāll be waiting for you thereāitāll be Viktor Kireev.ā
āLike I care,ā I mutter to myself, descending the steps with clenched fists.
Down below, I spot two sleek black vehicles with three suited men standing nearby, but only one is stationed next to the car parked directly in front of the jetās staircase. A man steps out of the vehicle, wearing what looks like a uniform that catches my attention. The smile he flashes in my direction is almost reassuringābut not quite enough. So, I wonāt be graced with my hostās presence? I smirk to myself, thinking this might actually be the perfect opportunity.
As I step off the last stair, the man by the car door turns his full attention to me. For a moment, Iām back at boarding school, locked behind high walls, following stupid rules I always hated. That familiar feeling of suffocation begins to creep in.
āMiss Petrovsky, Iām here to take you to the Kireev estate,ā he says in a tone so formal it makes me force a tight smile.
āThis way, please, miss.ā
I try to hide the nervousness growing inside me, already thinking about how I might get out of this. I donāt want to be trapped againāI know thatās exactly whatās waiting for me. If Viktor isnāt here, this might be my only chance to escape. But how?
I approach the car, still weighing my options, subtly scanning my surroundings. The man opens the door with practiced precision, like heās done it a thousand times. Iām greeted by a luxurious interior, slightly stifled by the desert heat. As tempting as it is to bolt, I know I canāt act on impulse. I need to be smartāplan my escape carefully, make it look effortless.
āExcuse me,ā I say, my voice soft and polite. āCould I use the restroom before we leave? It was a long flight⦠and itās really hot out hereāIām not used to it.ā I fan myself gently, softening my expression into a pleading look.
The man hesitates, a slight furrow in his brow, as if heās weighing the legitimacy of my request. His eyes scan the airport, searching for something only he understandsāprobably looking for a signal of approval from someone higher up.
āOf course, miss,ā he finally says, his voice laced with formality. āBut Iāll have to escort you to the terminal. I canāt leave you alone.ā
āOf course. Hmm⦠whatās your name?ā I reply, trying to keep my tone light and curious.
āPhilip, miss,ā he answers with a slight nod, his face unreadable. āAt your service."
āThen Philip, thank you. And I completely understand.ā I force a smile, following his gesture to walk ahead of him.
He leads me into the terminal, where a security guard steps aside but doesnāt enter the restricted area with us. A subtle wave of relief washes over meāthe first part of the plan is working. I walk calmly, absorbing every detail around me, scanning for an exit. Philip stops near the restroom entrance, watching me from a distance but still within my line of sight.
I smile at him before stepping inside, as if Iām perfectly at ease. But the moment the bathroom doors close behind me, I start searching for a second exit or a window that might offer a way out. I press my hand to my chest, like I could force my heart to slow down.
āCalm down, breathe⦠calm,ā I whisper to myself, barely audible, trying to keep my head clear. Adrenaline pulses through my veinsāI need to focus and think.
I scan the room for any opening, my eyes running over the walls, the floor, the ceilingāanything that might be a possible escape. I spot a small window high on the opposite wall, but itās far too narrow. Before making any rash moves, I force myself to take a step back and think. I need to make sure the way out is clear.
āWill I really not be able to get away?ā I cling to the only hope I have left.
Carefully, I move toward the door and place my hand on the handle, turning it slowly to avoid making noise. I open the door just enough to peek outside. My whole body is tenseāI can feel the knots forming in my shoulders.
Philip is still there, phone in hand, eyes glued to the screen. His expression has softened slightly, a faint wrinkle forming on his brow as he answers a call. He turns slightly, like whatever heās hearing requires more of his attention than watching the bathroom door.
This is it. My only chance.
As silently as possible, I slip through the door, keeping my eyes fixed on Philip. Every part of me is on high alert, my feet barely making a sound as I slowly move away from the bathroom entrance.
Once Iām out of his line of sight, I quicken my pace, rounding a corner in the terminal and blending in with a few arriving passengers. In one swift motion, I twist my hair into a high bun, trying to change my appearanceāeven if only slightly.
As I keep walking, I spot a small accessories shop ahead. Without hesitation, I duck inside and grab the first baseball cap I see. The clerk barely notices me as I glance around quickly. My eyes flick toward the shop entranceāI realize my escape has been discovered the moment I spot the security guards who were with Philip scanning the area, alert and on the move. I bite the corner of my lipāI need to act fast, but thereās no way they know Iām here⦠right?
I pull the cap down over my hair, adjusting it to cover as much of my face as possible. I pay with the crumpled bills I pull from my jacket pocket.
Back in the terminal, I quickly scan the signs pointing to the airport exit. My hands tremble slightly as I grasp the necklace hanging around my neckāan automatic reflex when Iām nervous. The necklace belonged to my father, marked with the Kireev symbol. The last time I saw him, he gave it to me and said it would be my key in. I never really understood what he meantāat least not until his visits started growing more infrequent.
My father always believed Iād be molded in the image of the mafiaāobedient and submissive to the men he deemed worthy. The thought makes my jaw clench as I speed up toward the exit. When I pass through the automatic doors, Nevadaās heat hits me even harderālike a dry slap to the face.
Outside. The street is buzzing with taxis, private cars, and buses. I head straight for a taxi thatās just dropped off a couple with luggage, and before anyone else can get in, I slide into the backseat, slamming the door shut behind me with a sigh of relief as I sink into the seat.
āWhere to, miss?ā the driver asks, casting a curious glance at me through the rearview mirror.
āAnywhere busy in Las Vegasāpreferably near some nightclubs,ā I reply, my voice a bit more tense than Iād like.
āLas Vegas Strip it is,ā he says, already turning the wheel and stepping on the gas.
My fingers still clutch the necklace as I stare straight ahead, the buildings and signs of Las Vegas starting to take shape on the horizon. Las Vegasāthe city the Kireevs rule, with their nightclubs and casinos spread all along the Strip. Maybe if I learn their territory, I can use it to my advantage. After all, even though I was shaped by my fatherās will, I was never any good at following the rules.
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#101 101ā āAnd that interests you.ā
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Last Updated: 3/16/2026#99 99ā āLetās claim whatās mine.ā
Last Updated: 3/16/2026#98 98ā āLook at me,ā
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Last Updated: 3/16/2026#95 95āāChallenge me with action.ā
Last Updated: 3/16/2026#94 94āāPushing?ā
Last Updated: 3/16/2026#93 93ā āYou get to me,ā
Last Updated: 3/16/2026#92 92ā āIām not fragile.ā
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