Bound To The Devil

– The Ghosts of the Past

(Unknowns ’ POV)

The world had forgotten them.

Once, they were kings.

Once, their names made the streets tremble, their empire stretching like a dark shadow over every corner of the underworld. No one dared to challenge them. No one survived if they did.

Until two names ruined everything.

Sebastian Vasiliev. Damien Volkov.

They came like a storm, like a plague.

Two ruthless monsters who, against all odds, had torn down an empire built on blood and bones. Two wolves who had devoured everything in their path, leaving the twins powerless, humiliated, erased.

Their reign had ended in blood. Their own blood.

And now…

They were back.

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The past was a wound that never healed.

Levi and Leonid Petrov knew that better than anyone.

They had been gods once—  twins , untouchable, feared, ruling with iron fists and sharpened blades. But then, Sebastian Vasiliev and Damien Volkov had come like a storm, two devils in human form who had burned their empire to the ground.

And worst of all?

They had turned on each other.

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Sitting in the dimly lit room, Levi Petrov dragged a knife across the wooden table, carving deep, jagged lines into the surface. The blade screeched against the wood, the sound sharp and grating, but he barely noticed. His mind was elsewhere.

Across from him, his twin, Leonid Petrov, leaned back in his chair, cigarette between his lips, watching the ceiling with dead eyes.

The Petrov twins had been at the height of their power when Vasiliev and Volkov—two nobodies from rival families—joined forces.

Together, they had been unbreakable.

Together, they had destroyed the Petrovs, taking everything—their businesses, their allies, their pride.

But Levi had seen it.

The cracks in their partnership. The unspoken tension.

Two wolves working together to bring down a common enemy, but wolves couldn’t share territory.

So the Petrovs did what they did best.

They whispered poison.

Cracked their fathers apart first, making the Vasilievs and Volkovs turn on each other. Then, with a little more blood, a little more betrayal, Sebastian and Damien followed.

They had done all the work for the Petrovs.

And when they finally destroyed each other… the twins had crawled back from the ashes.

They had waited. Watched.

Plotted.

And now, the time had come.

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“They reunited,” Leonid murmured.

Levi’s grip on the knife tightened.

“We knew they would,” he hissed.

Leonid smirked. “Still. It’s funny.”

Levi’s jaw clenched. Nothing about this was funny.

“They humiliated us,” he growled. “They took everything from us. Our empire. Our people. Our goddamn names.”

Leonid exhaled smoke, his smirk widening. “And now we take everything from them.”

Levi’s eyes burned with hatred. Hatred so deep, so consuming, it had rotted whatever soul he had left.

Their return meant war.

A war Levi had been waiting years for.

“They think they’ve won,” Levi sneered, leaning forward. “That they’ve made peace, moved past it. That they can just… forget what they did to us.”

Leonid grinned, slow and cruel. “Then let’s remind them.”

“They’ve grown soft,” Leonid continued. “Vasiliev has a woman. Volkov has a family. They’re not the same ruthless bastards they used to be.”

Levi’s lips curled into a snarl. “Then we remind them who we are.”

Leonid hummed in amusement. “We should start small.”

Levi turned the knife in his hand. “How small?”

Leonid’s grin was sharp, predatory. “Soft spots. The cop. The lawyer. The child.”

Levi chuckled darkly. “I like that.”

Leonid flicked his cigarette into the ashtray, standing up slowly. “Let’s make them bleed, брат.”

Levi stood too, the knife glinting under the low light.

It was time.

Time for the world to remember the names Levi and Leonid Petrov.

Time for Sebastian Vasiliev and Damien Volkov to suffer.

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