Billionaire by Chance

Not So Much

I decide to take the rest of the day off. Of course I keep talking to Adrien all day as Viktoria, after Tamara told him that she can't talk to him anymore because she has to take care of her sister.

Adrien took it pretty well, so since I don't need that bïtch anymore, I get rid of the phone I got for her and worry about having a good time with my dad and uncle.

"How long are you planning on staying here?" I ask the next morning as I come into the kitchen to get a cup of tea my uncle makes me, rolling my eyes when he gives me an offended look, "I'm not kicking you out, I just want to know how much time you have off and what you plan on doing."

"Well... to be honest, I think we're going to take a vacation," my father replies from the stove, cooking my favorite eggs, "This last job was intense but fortunately it was a very good payoff. Twelve million each. So we can stay with you for a while, even help you with your victim. Is it a hard case?"

"No. It's so easy I could have killed him already," I admit and my father looks at me with his eyebrows up, proud and intrigued. I wait for him to finish serving the three plates and sit down at the table with us to start telling them both all about Adrien. I go into deep detail, even telling them how he’s extremely trusting of everyone and his coke use.

"You know how to make someone OD right?" My uncle asks and when I nod, he gives me a smile and a nod, "Perfect. Sounds like the perfect victim. What are you waiting for, then?"

"The client wants me to take more time. Adrien guessed that they might try to kill him, so he wants to give him a little more time," I complain, rolling my eyes. My dad and uncle share my annoyance, "But it doesn't matter now, that means I have time off. We can go out and have fun, you guys have never been to the city, right?"

"I don't love this country, you know that," my uncle says with a grimace. It’s something he's said many times before so I just laugh, "But if you want to go out, let's do it. It’s been a while since we’re all free.”

"That is true. We’ve missed you, my love," my father says and grabs my hand to kiss it, "Let's go out. Take us to see the best of the city."

My father and uncle are twins. They are both tall and have the same thick, athletic body type, but while my uncle always has a frown on his face, my dad is always smiling as if nothing matters. They were born in Kazan, in one of the poorest neighborhoods. They were abandoned by their parents and had to escape from an abusive orphanage and started living alone on the streets. Since then, they both started doing questionable jobs such as stealing for adults and selling fake designer goods. They started killing people for money when they were fifteen years old and since then, they started building their fortunes.

Now, thirty years later, they’re millionaires and absolutely refuse to live a life that is not full of luxuries and easy money. So, I have to look for the most exclusive and fancy places to take them because if I take them somewhere that is 'ordinary' I will never hear the end of it.

We walk around all day and I take them shopping on Rodeo Drive. My dad loves to spend money so we end up with a bunch of designer bags and as we are walking around carrying them, I realize that Adrien would love to spend time with my dad, spending money like it’s nothing. That would be fun to watch.

When it's six in the evening, I take them to Urasawa, a Japanese restaurant that popped up on a list on google when I searched for the best places to eat in Los Angeles.

I'm wearing a Valentino dress I just bought, red and form-fitting, and YSL heels that make me almost as tall as my dad and uncle, not to mention that I spent more time than usual fixing my hair and doing my makeup.

Because of this, I am the center of attention from the moment I walk into the restaurant. All eyes are on me and it doesn't bother me at all.

We follow the host to our table and sit down. My uncle nods as he looks around the place.

"I like it here," He says and I smile, but instead of taking the menu in front of him, my uncle rests his arms on the table and stares deeply at me, making me shiver a little. Since my father has always been the more relaxed and fun of the two of them, my uncle has always been the ultimate authority figure in my life. His scoldings hurt the most and therefore, when I make him proud for some reason, it’s more rewarding. “I'm very proud of you, Vicky. Maybe it's because I haven't been able to see you for two years, but you suddenly look much more mature and that fills me with happiness."

Really? I've always felt like the most mature woman in the world, but I guess my uncle only sees the bad and immature things I've done... like the London thing. Or maybe what happened in Japan four years ago when instead of killing my victim, I got so drunk that I ended up traveling to another city and was lost for two days.

"Thanks you, Uncle. It's great that you're finally seeing how mature I've always been." I joke, finishing with a big smile that makes him roll his eyes. My dad laughs and grabs the menu, starting to tell us everything he finds interesting to order.

As we eat, we chat in Russian about the people around us and we laugh about Americans and their strange customs. We’re eating delicious food and having the best conversation we have had in years when a figure appears next to us. I think it's one of the waiters trying to serve us more drinks, but it's not.

"Viktoria? Hey, hi!" he blurts out in a cheerful voice that by this point I know all too well. My chopsticks stop in mid-air and the piece of sushi I was about to put in my mouth falls back onto my plate, so I look up.

Adrien is wearing a Marc Jacobs short sleeve shirt and white pants, his hair is styled differently and he looks even better in casual clothes than when he's wearing suits, but the simple fact that he's here on my day off makes me shudder.

"Hi..." I answer quietly, unable to believe this is happening, especially when my father and uncle look at him, scowling, "Aren't you supposed to be working?"

"Yes, but I took the day off," he explains with an easy smile and points back, "I'm here with my cousin Damien, he's going to introduce me to his father, my uncle. The only family I have left... is this your family?"

Damn Adrien, can't he just shut the fück up for once in his life? Is he high again?

"Yeah, um, this is my family from Russia. Uh, these are my cousins, Isaac and Vincent," I introduce them, obviously lying. They force themselves to smile towards him. Adrien stretches out his hand to them.

"Hi, nice to meet you guys. You look exactly like Viktoria, the good genes are pretty strong in your family," he laughs and when he releases their hands, he looks at me again, his eyes eager all over my body even though I'm sitting down, "It's so good to see you, you look beautiful today. I wanted to tell you in person that I am very, very sorry for the other day. I’m still so embarrassed that you saw me in that state. I wanted to thank you again before you left my house, but that wasn't possible, so... thank you, and I'm sorry."

I can feel my uncle's gaze burning into my face, but I refuse to turn towards him, I just force myself to smile towards Adrien trying not to get up to smack his big head with all my might.

"You have nothing to apologize for, really."

"Okay, I just wanted to tell you," he mumbles and his gaze drifts to the person who just walked through the door, "Oh, I think that's my uncle. Uh... well, I'll see you later. Nice to meet you, again. Excuse me."

He goes to his table again, almost knocking a passing waiter to the floor and apologizing profusely to him before going on and sitting down.

As soon as I glance back at my table, I know I'm in trouble. They are both looking at me reproachfully.

"Why the fück is your victim talking to you?" my father asks in Russian, angrily. My God, I'm fücked.