A STOLEN NAME

CHAPTER 24

*HOUSE OF VOLKOVS*

Natalia is currently sitting on a chair, staring defiantly at Viktor and Elena who're in front of her.

They're in Viktor's office, and her knife is with her as it always is.

She's sliding the sharp end across her wrist, and a satisfactory look is in her eyes as a small trail of blood came out.

"Pretty" she muttered, smiling.

"Stop that nonsense!" Elena suddenly shouted, and Natalia looked up.

"What? Is this not allowed too? Just the way I wasn't allowed to come out of my room when I was young," she said.

"Listen, Natalia. Hurting yourself will only deepen your wounds, and that's why you need to visit a psychotherapist. You need your brains back," Viktor gently said.

"My brains are with me," Natalia shrugged.

"No. You won't find pleasure in hurting yourself if it is, and you won't call your blood pretty every time you see it," Elena glared, and Natalia slammed her palms on the table.

"I'm not going to see a psychotherapist, and it's my choice."

"Natalia...

"I said no! And when are you gonna tell Roman the real identity of Adrian?" Natalia interrupted.

"Not now," Elena rested back on her chair, and Natalia chuckled.

"Not now? Roman is ignorant about everything and that is why he's being a b***h to Dimitri! He's grown enough to understand, so if you don't tell him, I'll do the honor," she said blankly.

"No. Natalia, you will not!" Viktor hoarsely said.

"What? You'll lock me in my room to stop me from speaking out again?" Natalia laughed, but the laughter was infused with pain.

Before either of the parents could reply, a guard rushed in.

"There was an attack, boss. Three casualties and one injured," he reported.

Viktor and Elena sprang up at once.

"What!"

Natalia stood, rushing out of the house.

*MANOR*

Dimitri took Sophia straight to his bedroom and placed her in bed before grabbing his first-aid box.

It's a long wide metal one.

He learned how to take care of himself with the kit, since Roman would rather watch him die than treat him, and he'd rather die of bleeding than allow Roman touch him too.

He opened the kit wide, pouring everything out onto the bed foot before going back to Sophia.

He lifted her back from the bed and supported it with a pillow before taking off her jacket, throwing it off.

He went for her shirt next, undoing the buttons as fast as possible.

Every part of the shirt is already soaked with her blood.

He pulled it off, and as expected, he got her chest bandage, which had been soaked with redness too.

He got scissors and tore through the bandage, ripping it away from her chest.

Her small breasts fell free, and he didn't even give them another look before turning to her, making her sleep on her chest.

He loaded a painkiller injection and injected the surroundings of the wound before cleaning it up, then he got to work.

Removing the bullet didn't take much time, and when he was done doing that, he patched and plastered it.

She lost a lot of blood, so she obviously needs a transfusion.

Going to the clinic for her blood type was a no-no, so he resorted to his own blood for their blood match, according to his research.

The past two weeks he spent behaving like she didn't exist, exhausted from finding out everything about her.

Her real name, real family, and her history, but he knowingly didn't find out her full story.

He only knew her parents had died, and she spent five years in jail for it.

He didn't bother knowing whether she really killed them or maybe she was framed, and he didn't even care.

It's not his cup of tea anyway.

He connected the tubes to their arms and started the blood transfusion.

Even though he got shot and lost blood too, he doesn't give a s**t.

As his blood ran into her body, he shut his eyes, thinking about the failed mission again.

Only one person could have done this.

He's the only one capable of orchestrating this, and he's already planning different ways to kill him in his head.

No one messes with him and goes scot-free. He won't give him that taste.

He'll make his death more painful than the attack.

He stopped the transfusion after an hour, then he drank some tonic before leaving the manor at exactly 5pm.

As he walked down the mountain, Alina came out of her hiding place behind the forest.

She climbed up the mountain, but there was no way to enter.

She started going around the windows in circles. Maybe she'd get lucky and see Sophia, but she caught no glimpse.

From the base of the mountain, Dimitri could clearly see her, watching her every move as she went around the manor.

When she lost all hope, she sat on the ground, backing the building.

Dimitri left eventually, going back to the compound.

The burial of the lost three is already ongoing.

The first two have been buried, and Mikhail's body has just been lowered into the grave.

Lev hasn't stopped crying . . . Sin and Katya didn't leave his side either.

He nearly entered the grave with him; they had to hold him back as Mikhail's body was covered with sand.

Viktor is present, but Elena is not.

Natalia is present, too.

Paval is there, but Roman is nowhere to be found.

Immediately Mila sighted Dimitri, he went to him.

"I'll escort you to the clinic, master. I don't care if I must kill the nurses, but your arm needs treatment," she said.

"I don't need it," he replied and turned, walking out of the burial.

He made his way to the house of Volkovs, meeting Elena in her office.

She sprang up immediately she sighted him, and her eyes dilated when she saw his arm.

"How come you're wounded? What was Leo doing?" she said, walking fast to him.

"He got wounded too, like you might have heard," he replied plainly.

"He has no right to get wounded at the same time as you!" she seethed.

"What the f**k are you blabbing!" He gnarled, and she gave him a look before going back to her desk.

"Who do you suspect?" she asked.

"Don't we all have only one person in mind?" he replied, and she looked up with arched brows.

"Who?"

*10PM, MANOR*

Sophia felt less weight in her body, and at the same time, the urge to open her eyes.

She tried to open the eyes, but it stings, so she sniffled and tried again.

When the stinging persisted, she decided to keep it closed, but then she remembered.

The mission!

The attack!

Her real name from Dimitri!

The bomb!

Her eyes flew open, and she sat up in bed quickly.

The first thing she noticed was her bouncing breasts.

Her chest bandage is gone!

She's wearing a black shirt, and judging by the snowy scent, it's Dimitri's.

Even the whole room smells like him too, and the coldness . . .

She looked around, and the shock deepened when she saw she was in his bedroom!

She was about to jump down from the bed when Dimitri came in, his face pale, and the bullet still intact in his shot arm.

She quickly got down from the bed and blocked him.

"Since when did you find out?" She asked, and his burning eyes settled on hers.

"Since the first time I saw you, when I threw the blade at you. I knew you were a woman immediately. I set my eyes on you," he replied flatly.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Why the f**k would I? I don't give a damn about what you came here to do, and if you wanna continue being a part of my team, you might wanna to make what happened on the mission the first and last time you'll ever space out," he replied coldly.

"You don't wanna know the reason why I risked my life to disguise myself as a man?" She replied, her throat clogged with uncertainty.

"I don't give a f**k; how many f*****g times do you want to hear that?" He snapped, and she shifted back.

"Right. Yeah," she nodded slowly, staring at his wounded arm, and he left the room.

Sophia quickly got a new bandage from the first-aid kit and then took off the shirt.

She bandaged her boobs before wearing back the shirt, then Dimitri came back in.

He stayed by the door though, and she stopped moving, their eyes locked.

"You might wanna go back to the compound and cry," he said emotionlessly, and her eyes widened.

Sophia was already in tears as she ran down the mountain, Dimitri's words banging in her head.

"Mikhail died"

The tears were blinding her, and she could feel herself getting weaker, since she was not strong enough to walk yet, talk more about running.

Her eyes were already turning, and she fell multiple times before she even got halfway.

Mikhail can't be dead.

It'll shatter Lev to pieces.

No, it can't be . . . It can't...

Her race was interrupted when someone suddenly grabbed her by the arm, spinning her around.

She went face-to-face with Mila, who punched her in the face immediately.

Sophia fell on the dried leaves on the ground, and Mila kicked her in the tummy too, making her tumble.

Sophia held her stomach tightly as she stood, facing her weakly.

Her back wound reopened, and it's already bleeding again.

"What were you doing? Why would you allow master to get hurt on your watch? Your team member said he got shot while trying to call you back when you zoned out!" Mila snarled.

"You think I'm happy he got hurt? I'm hurt too and I know how it feels! I'm guilty as f**k!" Sophia fired back.

"Then die and let's bury you with Mikhail and the others!" Mila replied, coming for her again.

Sophia moved away.

If she should fight back with her bleeding back, then Mila would kill her within a second.

She whipped around swiftly, running fast down the forest.

Mila went after her.

*BACK IN THE MANOR*

Dimitri is currently in front of the mirrors of his bedroom wall, a small combat knife in his right hand.

His face was closed off as he brought the knife to his wounded arm, digging it in at once.

His blood followed the dip, and he twisted the knife, making him growl out as more blood poured down his arm to the ground.

He removed the knife after a second twist, and the bullet fell to the ground, still bloody.

He dropped the knife and squatted, his orbs shinning with mad fury as he picked up the bloody bullet.

He stood straight and took his handgun. He lodged the bullet into the gun barrel and rolled his eyes in the mirror.

He didn't bother to clean the blood on his arm because, in the next minute, he was already walking out of the red manor, gun in hand and eyes bloodshot.

His steps aren't calculated this time as he can't wait to get to the main compound.

He stepped out of the manor, and his veiny hand tightened around the gun, the cold night air blowing his dark hair onto his icy-as-f**k face.

He has just one target in mind . . .

Roman Volkov.