GENERAL SLOVIC’S REVENGE—Empire in the Dark🇷🇺

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GENERAL SLOVIC’S REVENGE─ By the Empire in the Dark

🥀📖From: The Rogue Dynasty Collection

A Bratva General’s Love and

Revenge…

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Atlanta GA— ITS ABOUT TO GO DOWN!

📖🥀Book -1

By: Romantic Suspense Authors

J. Z. Luciano – Mary Barfield -Alex Cuban

📖💫Blurb—

When a devastating attack leaves Ms. Luella’s twin sister fighting for her life, the truth threatens to unravel the delicate threads of her world. As whispers of danger inch closer, Luella’s cherished art gallery becomes the epicenter of a deadly conspiracy, and General Slavic—a man with boundless power and hidden vulnerabilities—returns to claim what he holds most dear. Amid shadows and secrets, love burns brighter than ever, but can it survive the fires of betrayal and war?

Hmm….

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📖💫Introduction

The faint scent of ash and oil lingered in the stifling night air, clinging to Luella’s velvet dress like a ghost. Her trembling fingers brushed over a scorched frame—the remnants of her sister’s gallery, now reduced to brittle skeletons of wood and smoke-streaked marble.

“It wasn’t just random violence,” Detective Calder murmured, his voice cut sharp against the silence. “This was personal, Ms. Luella. Someone was making a statement.”

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Luella stiffened, her breath hitching. A statement? Against her sister? Against her?

🏛✨️The gallery, once alive with the warm light of antique chandeliers and whispers of history, now lay in ruins. And yet Calder’s words carved their way deeper than the devastation around her.

Before she could respond, the sharp ringtone of her phone pierced the stillness. Without looking, she knew who it was.

“Luella.” The deep voice was unmistakable, even over the static. Slavic. Even the single syllable of her name from his lips commanded attention.

“They tried to take you from me,” Slavic said, his words dripping with restrained fury. “I’m on my way.”

Her throat tightened. She wanted to protest. To tell him he didn’t need to uproot his world for her. But the truth loomed heavier now than the charred gallery walls. Someone had wanted her to be gone. And her sister—her twin—was caught in the crossfire. Hell, fire, and damnation!

🇷🇺SLOVIC’S FORCES AWAIT THEIR MARCHING ORDERS AS HE DEPARTS for HOTLANTA GEORGA

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🎬🥀📖Complementary Scene & Screenplay Snippet

✈️🌕The roar of jet engines hummed beneath the moonlight as General Slavic stepped onto the tarmac. His boots struck the ground in steady defiance, the frigid night air biting at his face. He adjusted the collar of his tailored flight jacket with a sharp flick of his wrist, his gaze locking onto the line of sleek black SUVs idling in formation. Clearly, the game was on!

✈️✨️The’s Plane Took Off from Moscow ASAP

✈️⚡️Standing beside the glinting hull of a private jet was a man in his late fifties—trim, stoic, with military precision etched into every inch of his posture. The lapel pin on his coat gleamed beneath the floodlights: the unmistakable insignia of the Directorate of National Intelligence.

“General Slavic.” D.D. Keller extended his hand, though his tone carried a calculated coolness. “Glad to see you made it stateside.”

Slavic ignored the gesture. His gaze swept the scene, every detail filed away with razor-sharp clarity. “I don’t waste time, Keller. You, however, seem fond of theatrics…I see. You fucking American, so called secret agent types.” Slavic scoffed. Eyes still as the full moon above. Shoulders square as E equals MC squared, if you get my drift. He didn’t fly half way around the world for a mission. He’d come to the states to ignite all the fires of hell and rage. No ifs’, ands, or buts about it! Hmm.

Keller’s lips twisted into a faint smile, almost too measured to be genuine. “This isn’t theatrics—it’s protocol. You’ve been authorized to coordinate with us, but only within the confines of a need-to-know basis.”

Slavic’s jaw tightened. Protocol? Coordination? Nonsense. He didn’t answer bureaucrats, and he certainly didn’t trust them.

“Let me be clear,” Slavic said, his voice low, a dangerous edge cutting through the air. “I’m here for Luella. Whatever game the State Department’s playing, I’m not a part of it. Stay out of my way, Keller. I Effing Mean It!”

👀👣The officer didn’t flinch, though something flickered in his eyes.

“It’s not that simple, General. There are forces at play you don’t understand yet.”

Slavic leaned closer, his glare enough to freeze the air between them. “If you jeopardize her safety, I promise you’ll regret it. I shall leave nothing behind other than scorched earth and dead bodies. Count on it!” The general’s eyes were grazed over, with nothing short of vengeance and unforgiveness. No reading in between the lines. Slavic was now on a mission. Find and rescue Ms. Luella. No holds barred!

His fellow brethren were in route to give an assist. Even if it meant turning the American Continent into scorched earth! They were gonna get their girl. Along with helping her to rebuild her empire. This was their way. Their code. Their revenge.

Most of all— Their way to show Ms. Luella love, respect, and the full power of their global might!

Bless their steel, beautiful, Russian and Spartan hearts. Lord—if they only knew!

🏛🇺🇸Luella, Can Hold her Own. They Shall Come to See! She’d Been Trained Well!👀🇺🇸

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Because Hard 20’s Were Always Upon Her!👀

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