Billionaire by Chance

Undeniable

For the next fifteen minutes while we order the bill and pay, I’m forced to go back to being five years old and endure my father and uncle scolding me in Russian like when I was that age, in front of all these people. Even though they don't understand anything, it is obvious that I’m being scolded by their tones and it fills me with immense embarrassment. At my old age, this shouldn't be happening at all.

But there is no stopping them when they get in this state, jumping from one to the other telling me how bad it is to get involved in my victims' lives. This time I know it's bad because my dad is just as angry as his brother and that almost never happens. He’s the fun one… except when he’s not.

I have to endure their nagging even as we leave the restaurant. Adrien raises his hand to say goodbye, excitedly like the fücking dumb dog he is. Maybe it's because of the mental regression I'm feeling, but I seriously want to stick my tongue out at him or throw something at him for getting me in trouble, but I can only return his greeting as I walk out.

The scolding goes on and on.

".... the way you're still acting, like you're still twenty years old," my father finishes spitting as he starts the car with jerky movements. My uncle turns to look at me from the passenger seat so I don't miss a second of his disapproving look, "I let London slide. I let Japan go. And I let Panama City go, I even let you live there... but when are you going to start being serious? When are you going to stop thinking you can waste your time and attention just because? And when are you going to stop getting involved with the people you least need to get involved with?!"

I can't do anything but cross my arms across my stomach and look away, annoyed at the damn nagging.

I'm not a little girl, he can't keep talking to me like that.

"I've always done what I have to do," I dare to reply, mumbling. This is the first time I answer them while they are scolding me. In all those situations my father mentioned, I just kept quiet and let them yell at me all they wanted. Not now, "Maybe sometimes I get a little distracted by stupid things, but I've always managed to kill the target. And I've never had any problems with the clients."

"By sheer luck, but that doesn't matter. The protocols are there for a reason. We are here free and happy for a reason: we always follow protocol. Never get involved with the victim or people close to the victim, remain a fücking ghost in their life at all times unless you need a fake identity at an extreme moment. That's the main thing and that's what you always fail at!"

Only three times... four, now.

"But..."

"And your arrogance makes everything worse!" Continues my father tapping the handlebars, making me shut my mouth again, "You're so sure you always do everything right that you always end up doing something to put yourself at risk!"

I can't say anything in the face of that. Of course, he's a little right, but not entirely. Although I tend to make a few mistakes here and there, in the end I always manage to do what I have to do with absolute efficiency and that is something that perhaps bothers him and makes him envious. Maybe he would like to have as much fun as I do and still achieve the goal.

"As of this moment, you're out of this job," my uncle blurts out, snapping me out of my thoughts and causing my mouth to drop open in shock, "You're too close, once again. And overconfident, that may cause you to let your guard down. We'll take it from here on out. Give me your client's number."

"No! Uncle, no!" I blurt out, unable to even form words, "You guys can't do that to me!"

"Sure we can and we're going to. And it's for your own sake, Viktoria," my father complains, shaking his head, "I don't want you to end up in prison for your own arrogance. You have to admit to yourself that you make mistakes and often. You need to accept it so you can change it. Once you do, you will be truly efficient."

"I already am!" I complain, shouting now, "I'm efficient because I always get my act together in the end. Regardless if maybe there are a few bumps in the road, I get everything done in the end. That's being efficient."

"No. It's being lucky. And luck doesn't last forever. Give me your client's number right now."

"Dad!" I whine, sounding like a brat, "I have a very good relationship with my client. You’ll destroy my entire professional image if you go to him to take my job. Derek is friends with Jonathan Lynn and you know how much he likes to kill people, if you embarrass me with Derek, you’ll embarrass with Jonathan, too. I promise I won't let anything happen with Adrien. I'll stay away from him and kill him no problem. I promise you, I will.”

The two are silent for a few moments and share glances, having a telepathic conversation.

"Then we'll stay here to make sure you do your job right," my uncle mumbles and I have nothing left to do but grit my teeth.

As soon as we get to the house, I throw open every door that gets in my way until I can lock myself in my room and scream into a pillow.

Adrien

Wow. I have no words to describe that woman, seriously. Viktoria is so damn sexy I can't even find a word to describe how beautiful she looked tonight, sitting there with her cousins.

I almost choke when I see her walk out of the restaurant and Damien lets out a low whistle.

"Good grief, you have good taste," he murmurs with a nod, "She looks pissed though, doesn't she?"

I frown when he says that and look out the windows, taking a closer look at what's going on around Viktoria. As they wait for the valet, her cousins are saying things to her and looking quite angry. Viktoria just clenches her fists and looks away.

What's going on in there?

"Stop staring at the girl like a couple of sickos," my uncle complains, taking a swig of his drink and returning my attention to what's important. Him.

"Sorry," I reply with an apologetic smile, "She's my girlfriend. Well, not yet. She’s soon to be."

"So much confidence, I like that!" my cousin laughs, "Da, Adrien is just like Uncle Ed, don't you think?"

That comment makes me stop immediately, my smile frozen on my lips. Edgar squints his eyes a little and watches me deeply.

"To be honest, you do remind me a bit of my brother... before success and fortune, and before Megan, of course."

"I wouldn't know. I never met him," I comment with a fake smile and proceed to stuff food into my mouth to try to calm the weird feelings inside me.

"Oh, I'm sorry... does it bother you to talk about him?"

"No," I reply, but I don't even know if I'm telling the truth or not, "Go ahead, let's talk about my daddy. How am I like him?"