Vladimir's chair scraped against the floor, as he dragged it to the back, and rose to his feet.
“I told you to let me deal with that girl, Son. I told you. See how she thinks–”
He ignored her, and walked straight to the door.
“I'll talk to him,” Serena reassured her, running straight to him. “Vlad? Wait up.”
He had just crossed through the door when she caught up with him. “Seriously? You're just going to walk out on your mother and everyone else like that?”
“I'm not going to say it a second time. Stay away from me,” he warned, his voice dark and straight to the point, as he took a turn.
Serena's feet stayed glued to the ground, unable to bring herself to go after him.
He had warned, and she knew better than to defy him.
“Blyat!” Vladimir cursed in Russian at the situation, as he j
