The Stolen Mafia Princess

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{Margo’s POV}

Once we were in the room, he closed the door gently behind us. He made his way carefully into my bathroom and I heard the sink turn on. A few seconds later he came out with a wash rag, it was damp as he placed it gently on my face, taking care in wiping the blood off my face. “He really got you good..” he whispered softly. I could feel his breath, it was hot and smelled of wine, as though he may have had a glass before bed. His body was close to me, his face mere inches away as he gently wiped off the blood. He was so focused that he stuck his tongue out slightly, and I couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from me. He sat back, looking stunned for a moment before also giving a chuckle. “What is so funny Princess?” He asked.

“You stick your tongue out when you’re focusing..” I giggled softly.

He stood up slowly, and looked into my eyes. “Margo.. your giggling may just get you in trouble if you’re not careful..” he smirked down at me, turning and walking back into the bathroom. I heard the sink turn on again, and shut back off. Once again he came out with the rag, wet down again. He grabbed my hand carefully, and lifted it, wiping the blood off my knuckles. I hissed at the sudden pain that I hadn’t noticed before. “Did I hurt you?” He asked, his voice soft, and mellow.

I shook my head, “N-No.. I’m fine Viktor..” I said softly, looking over to my fireplace.

He carefully slipped his hands under my thighs and lifted me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. “Let’s wash you off in the bathroom, it may hurt less.” He whispered, as he packed me into the bathroom and sat me down on the counter next to the sink. He turned on the water and grabbed my hand softly, pulling it under the hot water. He gently rubbed his fingers across my knuckles removing the blood. His hands engulfed mine, as he washed away the blood, finally allowing him to see the cuts, and bruises that were already formed across my knuckles and fingers. “You really did a number on him didn’t you? Otherwise your knuckles wouldn’t be so battered.” He smirked down at me. “Though, I’d expect nothing less from you.” He kneeled down in front of me, kissing my knuckles softly. “I want to take the time to get to know you before we do anything, you know that right?” He asked, peering up at me.

I nodded, smiling down at him. “Of course I know that Viktor, you just told me that earlier tonight. Though, I wouldn’t object if you did want to do anything.. You know that, don’t you?” I smirked at him.

He ran his massive hand, tantalizingly up my thigh, and gripped it softly. “I know, but I still think we should wait. It’s only right.. plus, I want to get to know the bada** girl who pulled a gun on a Petrov, the one who got stabbed and didn’t flinch. I want to get to know the girl who goes to the basement with her brothers, and interrogates the monsters who hurt her. You are an enigma, Margo, and I want to get to know you.” He smiled, standing and grabbing some bandages. He wrapped up my knuckles, then placed a bandage across my nose to try to hold it into place. “It’s already in place, but if it pops back out let me know. I’ll have a cast sent over for your nose so hopefully it won’t break again.” He leaned down, kissing the top of my head, then carefully slipped his arms under me and packed me to my bed. He laid me down, and pulled the covers up, tucking me into bed. “I’ll be down the hall if you need me for anything.” He smiled, leaning and kissing my forehead. “Try to get some sleep Margo. Goodnight.” He said walking to the door.

“Thank you Viktor.. goodnight..” I said softly, as he left my room. I rolled over and closed my eyes, attempting to go to sleep. I was nearly asleep when I heard it.

The door knob turning and clicking open. I stayed completely still, trying to keep my breathing normal. I heard a gruff voice whisper behind me. “Wake up Princess, we’re going on a trip!” It was Alexi, but how did he escape. He jumped onto my bed and I rolled off the other side, running to my door and flinging it open. I quickly made my way down the stairs.

“Help!” I cried, as I ran, Alexi grabbed me from behind, knocking both of us the rest of the way down the stairs. As we hit the main floor, I gasped, feeling as though all of my bones were broken in the moment. I stood, quickly, grabbing the vase that was at the foot of the stairs. Adrenalin coursing through my body. My brothers all rushed to the top of the staircase along with Viktor, and my father.

“Damm**!” Alexi shouted. “Fine, you win bi***! Time for plan B!” He reached into the back of his shirt, and pulled out a gun. The next events felt as if I were in slow motion. The gun went off, and I felt a sharp sting in my chest. I fell to the floor, gripping my chest, and crying. The next thing I know, gunshot after gunshot could be heard. I didn’t know what was happening until my father scooped me up in his arms, Angelo coming right after him.

I was gasping, feeling like a was drowning in my own blood. “No, no, no, please princess, stay with me!” My dad cried, clutching me to his chest. “Stay with us..” it was the last words I heard, before my world faded to black. There, it was only me, the dark, and the silence.