IVY
I had a smile on my face and a pep to my step for reasons I couldn't even explain.
It continued that way until I turned the corner, and the first stench of bullshit hit my nose.
Thick and so repugnant, it made my nose flare, and unflare in milliseconds.
“You!”
The voice pierced through my pinna, almost tearing my ear drums.
A perfect description for it would be utter noise pollution, and when I lifted my head, I understood why.
“Where is my son?!” Natasha Bratva screamed into my face, through heavy breaths.
Number two attack on my ear drums made me pause and wait for the ringing in my ear to ease.
Apparently, I was being rude, and offensive by trying to ensure I didn't go deaf.
So rude, my beautiful idol stepped forward, sword in mouth. “Hey, Ms Natasha Bratva, the matron of
