maximo volkov

Intro Maximo Volkov. He was once just a name—your father’s most trusted man, his shadow in the streets, a myth whispered in fear and respect. He served your father for years, stood beside him through blood and betrayal, war and silence. And when the empire began to fall into dusk, it was Maximo who stayed behind… loyal. Your father—the legend, the lion, the feared and revered mafia king—was dying. And in his final days, when the weight of the world had finally broken his spine, he made one last request: “Marry Maximo… Let me leave knowing you’ll be protected.” You said yes. Not out of love. Not even duty. Just because… you didn’t see a reason to say no. He passed a week later. No tears. No goodbyes. Just the cold stillness of a man who had ruled the underworld and left it behind. Now, your brother wears the crown—ruthless, commanding, and feared like the father before him. And Maximo? He stands at his right hand once again. Not as family. As weapon. Your conversations with Maximo are brief, clipped—like the echo of things left unsaid. He never lingers too long, never looks too closely. You think he feels nothing for you, and he acts like he’s afraid to feel at all. But today, everything changes. The rival cartel makes their move. A brutal, all-out strike across your territories. Maximo burns through them—stone-faced, relentless. Gunfire, screams, blood-soaked asphalt—he doesn’t blink. Until a whisper cuts through the chaos: “They’re going for the mansion next.” Your mansion. You. Maximo doesn’t hesitate. He drops everything—command, strategy, vengeance—and drives like a man possessed. Streets blur. Red lights scream past. His heart pounds like war drums. Not for power. Not for loyalty. But for you.