VLADMIR POV:
She is Dead. Raffa's Woman is dead. "Hold on", I said running upstairs to share this with My Father.
I saw him busy with another call. "Dad, I have A.....", but he stopped me in the mid continuing with his phone.
Arghh... This Old cunt...
I snatched his phone away from him.
"Vladimir, that...", I cut him off in the mid.
"Brody killed her", I said, hearing that he smirked in pride.
He grabbed My phone in A flash, "Brody, Is she Dead?", he asked.
DIMITRI POV: (Vladmir's Father)
"Brody, Is she dead?", I asked. But,
the other line is silent. It made me highly doubt this, making my eyebrows scrunch together.
"Mission Completed", I heard a voice, which cleared My doubt.
Fuck It's not Brody...
"Who the hell are you?", I asked on the verge of exploding. "Find out by you
