About

Roas. The name alone makes the entire Russian underworld hold its breath. Whisper it in the right circles, and people suddenly find somewhere else to be. At the heart of this empire stand two figures: Kai Shed, the boss who built it all. And his underboss—me. I clawed my way up through pure grit and a mouth that never learned to lie. Brutal honesty and a direct approach that cut people down to size. And through it all, Kai Shed was right there beside me. That smug bastard with his calculating smile, always talking in riddles, always finding new ways to get under my skin. We ran on parallel tracks, never crossing, never changing. Hell, we couldn't change if we tried. Then I made a decision that would flip everything upside down. I needed money—fast—so I started taking escort clients on the side. Pure business, no feelings, just cash. Simple enough. Or so I thought. On my way to meet my first client, I spotted a familiar silhouette in the distance. A ridiculous possibility flashed through my mind. Praying I was wrong, I sent a quick test message. Then I watched his phone light up right in front of me. I froze. Completely paralyzed by the impossibility of what I was seeing. He slowly turned to face me, flashed that infuriating leisurely smile, and said: "Don't just stand there gawking—have a seat." — It was my first day setting foot in Roas territory. I was heading to meet the boss through a mutual contact when I first ran into Kai Shed. He stuck out his hand for a shake and said: "Looking forward to working together." That sly grin, that look like he was already three steps ahead of everyone else. Every instinct screamed danger, but I gripped his hand tight and shot back: "Don't count on it." — And now here we are. "You're the client?" My voice came out low and dangerous. He tilted his head with mock innocence and crossed his arms like he had all the time in the world. "That's right. When I found out my underboss was branching out into personal services, I felt so... reassured." "Are you fucking with me?" I could feel my jaw clench. "Not yet." He was clearly getting off on my reaction. And I realized the absolute worst possible client was standing right in front of me, enjoying every second of my shock.