FIST OF FURY
1158 Words
Ivy knew she had crossed the line, but she was too livid to take the hint.
“I knew it! I knew from the start you were a pervert! I knew it!” She drew closer, and began slamming his chest heavily with her fist. “You're used to getting what you want so you think you could take advantage of my vulnerable state. You and your fellow deviants! Shame on you, Vladimir! Shame on you!” She hit harder, and harder.
Vladimir, unmoving, just watched her turn his chest into a punching bag.
“You won't say anything? You don't even have the decency to pretend to be remorseful? You are the worst kind of man there is! Shame on you, Vladimir Bratva!”
Her anger grew even more when she saw her hits were like a breeze to him.
He remained unflinching, just staring at her.
“I hate you! I will never stop hating you! I hope you rot in hell, you filthy piece of s**t!”
A knock on the door moved Vladimir's eyes briefly away from her.
“It's me boss. It's Anna.”
He returned his gaze to Ivy who was still going, despite the lines of frustration on her face that stemmed from not being able to hurt him with her hits.
If she only knew it wasn't her fist that was capable of hurting him. It was the baseless, and malicious allegations she threw at him.
“I said go to hell, you cretin! Hell!”
Vladimir took a deep breath after that last hit. “Come in!” He said at the top of his voice to Anna, knowing well enough she won't come in until she was asked to.
“What are you going to do to her too? You already want to kill her off, and then kill me. Isn't that why you asked her to taste all of my meals and drinks before handing them to me? You are vile, Vladimir! You're extremely vile!”
“Oro!” Anna blurted out in Russian, when she walked in and saw Ivy hitting the boss.
Ivy looked behind her. “Don't you worry, Anna. I'll teach this asshole a lesson he will never forget! When I'm done with him, his chest will need a bandage. You hear that? A bandage!”
Anna ran to her at once, and grabbed her from behind. “Stop it Bride!”
“Stop it?” She pulled, trying to force her body out of the older woman's surprisingly strong grip. “How can I stop when this– this pervert and his friends took off my clothes whilst I was unconscious? Just how?!” Her voice resounded, as she screamed at the top of it.
Anna, trained for situations like this, turned her around forcefully, so her enraged face was facing her instead. “Listen to me, Bride. You've got it wrong. You've got it absolutely wrong.”
“What do you mean? Let me go so I can–”
“I changed you out of your wet clothes, okay?” She screamed in her face to get her to stop.
It seemed to work. Like a switch flipped, Ivy mellowed.
“What did you just say, Anna?”
“It was me, Bride. The boss called me earlier when you first passed out. He, and boss Andrei, and also boss Hedeon stepped out. I took your clothes off your body so you didn't wet the bed. So you didn't catch a worse cold. I changed you into one of his shirts. I did it.”
Ivy's heart shattered.
Crimson covered her face, as a humiliating wave of embarrassment washed over her.
“I didn't–I didn't–” she stuttered, unable to complete her words.
Anna looked through her to the boss. “Boss, please–”
“Take her with you,” he simply said, and backed them.
Ivy opened her mouth to speak, but no sound could come out of it.
“Come, Bride. Come with me. I'll bring you to your room,” Anna wrapped a loving hand around her. “Come.”
Ivy followed her, just wanting to be far away from her source of embarrassment.
But halfway to the door, she turned her head behind, just to see Vladimir was backing them.
Her eyes studied his back. It looked stiff, as if he was bottling something.
Anger perhaps?
He had to be extremely mad. So it beat her why he didn't retaliate.
From what she knew about men, they always looked for the perfect opportunity to hit a woman.
They would justify it by saying she hit first, even though her physical strength could never really be compared.
“He didn't hit back. He didn't even flinch.”
That thought haunted her all the way to her room, and even as Anna dragged her covers over her, after tucking her into the bed.
“Bride?” She called for her attention.
It was hard leaving her head, but she did so.
“Anna? I'm so sorry.”
“What for? It's not me you should apologise to,” she sighed, and sat next to her. “Why do you think the worst of the boss when he hasn't really done anything wrong to you?”
“Anna–” she bit her lips, and went silent.
How could she explain her beliefs to someone who clearly thought differently? It was no use.
“Bride. My beautiful bride,” she covered her hand with hers. “Give the boss a chance. Give him some benefit of doubt. You'll realise he is not a bad person. I know you have a beautiful heart, and that's why I promised I would look after you. Please, open your mind.”
Ivy sniffled away the tears that had gathered in her breath.
“Thank you,” she said to Anna.
“For what, my beautiful bride?”
“For being you. For holding me accountable, whilst doing it so affectionately. Thank you.”
“Oh, my sweetheart. Everything will be fine. It's always so rocky in the beginning. But I truly believe that with time, everything will be fine.”
She leaned in, and pulled Ivy in for a hug. As she hugged her back, Ivy's eyes watered.
Everything confused her. Now more than ever before, she needed some sort of clarity.
No one could give her that. No one except her dear grandmother.
“I'll be back with something hot for you, okay? I'll be back, dearest.”
Ivy watched Anna leave the room, and then she let out a loud exhale.
“What kind of person are you, Vladimir Bratva?” She whispered.
“What kind of man is he?” A voice in her head countered.
Because for the longest time, there was only ever one kind of man.
And by definition, they were all monsters.
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