A STOLEN NAME

CHAPTER 58

*HOUSE OF VOLKOVS*

Viktor paced restlessly around the balcony, and each time he got to the rails, he held it tightly, thinking of the burial ground scene over and over.

"Stop! It's an order"

"Continue!" Lev and Vera's voices sounded in his head.

That was the first time a mobster ever went against his orders since he became The Pakhan 22 years ago, and they were only able to do that because Dimitri was behind them.

He could feel it on the trees, leaves, walls, roof, ground, and the air.

Power is shifting. Dimitri is incoming, but that won't happen.

He's free to dominate however he wants for now, but when the time comes, that dominance will become useless.

It'll blow off like ashes when his third son arrives.

"I saw your emissaries at the columbarium earlier," Elena's voice said behind him, and he didn't even bother to turn.

"I'm not ready for your tattling, woman," he replied, and Elena smiled, but the warmth didn't reach her eyes as she stood beside him.

"Are you planning to kill me and my children just the way you killed their father?"

"I did not kill Ivan! I didn't!!" He yelled at her face, and she grinned.

"Then who did? You set him up with the unknown woman at the hotel."

"I am not ready for this conversation," Viktor glared and started going in.

"Roman and Sin... Who's their mother?" Elena suddenly asked, and he stopped.

"You can die in suspense, but you'll never find out," he said and left.

He went back to his office and opened the drawer with the passcode, bringing out the special documents.

He was about to change the location when Katya came in.

"What are you doing here?" He glared, his voice bouncing off the walls.

"Where did you pick me from then? I'm eager to know my family. If you could just tell me, I'll leave this clan," she said.

"Anyone out?" Viktor replied, and two guards came in, dragging Katya . . .

"I only asked a question! Show them to me and I'll leave! Why are you hiding my family from me just the way you're hiding Roman and Sin's mother from them! Show them to me!!!"

Her yells were resounding till she was completely dragged away, and Viktor finally found a new spot for the documents.

He opened the wall locker and was about to drop them inside when he opened the last document.

Adrian's 70th mission... Colorado in America ~ The Hayes couple.

Reason: null.

The reason wasn't written down, but under the column, there's the picture of a young girl child . . . Katya.

He closed the file and dropped it, locking the locker.

*BASEMENT*

Only the sounds of Alina's painful whispers could be heard around the dark room as the door opened, and Dimitri stepped in.

Her whimpering stopped, and he got his phone, turning on the torchlight.

The light caught her face, disfigured and bloody.

She was tied up, but upside down, so her legs were on the ceiling, and her body was dangling.

There's a large iron of hot water at the base, and the damn hot steam coming out of it is otherworldly.

As it came out, it hit Alina's face, and her face started to wrinkle like an oldie.

"Let me down bastard!! Let go of me!!! I know you're screwing my sister, but that doesn't give you the right to do this to me! I love Roman and nothing can ever change that! I'll do anything for him and that includes killing you!!" She screamed out, and Dimitri got a bottle sitting on a stool.

He opened it and released a drop in the water.

It's acid, and as it mixed with the steam, her face began peppering and burning up.

"Arggghh!!!!! Please stop!! Stop it!!!! Stop already, I'm begging you!!!!" She cried out, and Dimitri sighed.

"You're begging already? That's boring. I expected you to curse me for much longer . . . Call me a bastard, a beast, a motherfucker, a wacko... I find that more entertaining," he muttered, his eyes devoid.

"Spare me . . . please . . .spare me," she sobbed, her tears falling in the water.

"Tell the truth. You aren't really her blood sister, are you?" he asked, backing the wall.

"What are you talking about? Our parents gave birth to the two of us! Can't you see our resemblance? We both have golden hair and .

"Wrong. Her hair is gold, but yours is blonde. Her skin is light brown, and yours is whatever I don't want to know. Her eyes are light blue, but yours are deep. She's got thirty damn freckles on her face, but you have none. Lastly, her body is f*****g mine, but yours is Roman's trashcan. See the difference? You're nothing but a w***e desperate for attention, and till you'll be ready to spill the tea, you'll rot here," he hotly said and left the wall.

Alina couldn't talk anymore as he held a rope which was tied to the ceiling.

"When I used to spend time here as a kid . . . Apart from pottery, do you know what else I love?" he muttered, his voice holding more darkness in the dark.

"The cobwebs . . .the spiders," he said, pulling down the rope.

Over one hundred spiders ran down the ceiling, crawling all over Alina's body.

She can't hit them away since her hands are tied to her body, and that worsened everything as the creatures entered every hole on her body.

Her ears, nose, underskirt, and some even attempted to enter her mouth.

"Roman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed out.

*CATHEDRAL, DAYBREAK*

Dimitri sat in the middle of the building, staring at the large cross in the front while running his hands through the one on his neck.

His shawled mind wandered back and forth, on the Masked Monster.

Someone suddenly settled beside him, and he didn't need to turn before knowing who.

Natalia.

"I saw it too," she said.

He continued keeping quiet, so she spoke again.

"The cross tattoos on the neck of the columbarium attackers. I saw it too but only decided to pretend, so I wouldn't alert mother," she said, facing the cross on the front wall.

"Does this mean she's back? You've been waiting for The Masked Monster for years. You even insisted on building a cathedral because of her," she continued.

"She won't escape this time," Dimitri muttered, and she smiled.

"I know... But don't you think we should tell mother the full story? What happened after the Monster injected us for a year?" she said.

"Feel free to tell her your own side," he replied and stood.

He began walking out of the cathedral . . .

"It's not mother's fault that you were stuck in the basement, and it's not her fault that I was stuck in my room too. It's not her fault that the Masked Monster messed with our heads!" Natalia shouted, her voice echoing in the building.

She was breathing hard, fists folded as Dimitri looked back at her.

"I'm not mad at her about that ... Think about the other one she did, and stop shouting at me, I hate it when you do," he said and left the cathedral.

Natalia unfolded her fists, storming out too.

"I hate you!!!!!!!!!" She shouted after him as she watched his retreating back.

"He hates it when I shout at him? I'm four years older, and he treats me like a kid? Can he just fall and die already? Go to hell!" She spat, leaving completely.

Paval came out from beside the cathedral, sighing out as he watched her stomp away.

He heard their conversations, actually.

"Masked Monster?" he muttered, frowning.

His frown disappeared when his eyes caught Natalia's backside again.

"Drama queen," he said with a light smile before leaving too.

*8AM, CLINIC*

The ward is not big enough for many people, so Lev and Vera had to go spend the night at the residence, leaving Lady Seraphina and Sophia with Arina.

She's still unconscious in bed, but she's the first to open her eyes.

"Leo?" She called, and Sophia raised her head from where she placed it beside her.

"Ari!" She gasped, standing from the stool.

"They didn't strip you, did they?" Arina weakly asked.

"No baby. I love you so much, very much," Sophia said emotionally, stroking her curly hair before kissing it.

"I love you too," Arina smiled.

"Baby!" Lady Seraphina stood from the second bed.

"Mum," Arina smiled as Sophia shifted back, and the woman showered her face with kisses.

"I'll make you a castle of walnut cake, and I got a lot of candies ready. You'll get the waffles too, and the smoothie," she said happily.

"I'll eat the walnut cake first," Arina cheerfully said, and the woman showered her with kisses again.

Sophia was smiling brightly before her eyes. She suddenly held the door, and she saw someone walking away.

She recognized that back, so she left the ward and went after him.

The person rounded the hallway corner, and she saw his face clearly.

It's Dimitri.

She followed, expecting him to exit, but instead, he went to the rooftop.

She climbed up too, and she met him standing by the edge, his right leg on the concrete, his right hand in the pocket of his sweatpants, and his left hand holding a cigarette stick to his lips.

If there's another thing she learned about him recently, it's the fact that he's ambidextrous.

Meaning... He can use both his right and left hand to write, smoke or type.

She slightly smiled before moving closer to him, and the closer she got, the more anxious she became.

She got behind him and stopped, inhaling lightly before taking the last step to him.

She suddenly hugged him from behind, and Dimitri stilled as her arms clipped his tummy.

"Are you trying to be sneaky? It's quite fascinating because I invented it," he voiced, and she slightly smiled again.

"Just telling you to stop being mad . . . I'll be more strategic from now on," she replied, resting her head on his back.

"You're the only one who has ever done this" he said, shaking the ashes away from the cigar.

"Because you're my master. I deserve some exceptions, don't you think?" She replied, enjoying this conversation a lot.

Dimitri went silent for a beat, so she slowly removed her arms from around him, then he turned to her.

"I'm sorry... For real," she whispered, her hair getting blown by the morning air to her face.

She had to brush it back with her fingers.

"Guess I need a haircut again," she said, then her phone buzzed, and she got it out.

Dimitri's intrusive eyes were glued to her face as she read the new message from Lev.

Lev: Come for breakfast, it's American pancakes and honey, your favorite.

She smiled as she read it.

"Who the f**k is that?" Dimitri's voice made her look up.

"It's Lev. He's telling me to come get breakfast, and I'm . . .

"And you're going nowhere," he intruded savagely.

Before Sophia could breathe, he drew out his gun and shoved it into her chest__in between her breasts.

Her phone fell to the dusty ground.

Her breath ran upside the line, and she gulped as he brought his face closer to hers.

"Who said you could smile at messages from other men? When I declared your lips as mine, so is everything that comes out of it, including your smiles and cries," he declared in an unhinged tone, the smell of mint bathing Sophia's face.

"So . . . what do you want now?" She voiced slowly, raising her chin and making sure not to break the eye contact as the gun is still intact between her boobs.

"You, Sophy. You," he worded.