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The overly similar looking sibling who could be passed as her twin due to the resemblance watches me in disdain. I couldn’t give a f**k even if I wanted to after the pains I feel over the death of my beloved but for the sake of her I would take caution just as much as I can tolerate.
He steps closer. “I don’t know what you did to her or why she is with you but I’m here to end that madness. She is not picking my calls and if she thinks I didn’t take notice of how she evades questions thrown about her location or how I found out she is pregnant. And by who? A Russian. Not under my watch." I didn’t care this is my dead girlfriends brother; it irks me to hear him say such about her most especially me.
“Don’t you dare talk about her like that?” I grit out venomously.
Snatching Alexei's gun from his grip pointing at Lucien whose reflex was also quick enough to focus his gun at me. The lobby room became in shambles as the few persons present shrieks in terror crouching low or ducking for cover against stray bullets which will be as a result of the blood bathe about to begin.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Everyone calm down.” Alexei dives in for the save standing between the both of us. He looks at me shaking his head. “Vlad, dostanʹ svoye derʹmo. My na publike na trakh radi.” (Vlad, get your s**t together. We are in public for f**k sake.)Glaring at the man in tailored suit, slowly I lowered the gun tucking it back in my pocket.
“We have a situation with Nia.” He faces the brother watching as his face morphs into a frown.
“Her name is f*****g Sonia.” Alexei didn’t bother about it, simply moving on by fishing his tablet out of his jacket showing him a CCTV video of just a few hours back. Watching the video, hearing her voice created a scowl on my face. In anger, I left the scene so as not to murder someone.
"Vlad? Vladimir! Kuda vy sobirayetesʹ?" (Vlad? Vladimir! Where are you going to?)
I didn't want to turn back to see the look on their faces most of all I didn't want to go back to our suite where it held memories that will surely break me down. I'm trying my very best to stay sane but each second here will do me no good. I need a breather. I need her.
"What have you done?" I halt in my steps turning to face Lucien. His eyes glisten in unshed anger blazing with fire which didn’t spill. I could see the anger, the hate, and the hurt. It all reads in his eyes reflecting mine. Suddenly he points his gun to me; not flinching, my eyes darts between the gun in his hand and him.
"If you are going to shoot me, have at it but I am going out there to find the fucker who killed my woman and my baby." He blinks once, twice, mouth falls slightly open gobsmacked.
"Baby? She was truly pregnant." I nod solemnly dejection washing over my soul. So empty I fear I will never recover from it until I find Leandro, skin him alive and make him watch as I burn his skin.
"I will help avenge my sister but the minute all this is over, I will kill you Vladimir." For the first time I grin because we are both on the same page.
"Fine by me." He follows me into the black Range Rover, our faces held determined looks. Signaling to Alexei who was about joining us to stop. I need to do this alone if I'm to save myself from the death of another. Leandro best be ready because if he thinks I will go down without a fight, he best be prepared because I am the war.
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"And what is the meaning of this?" Sitting on a round table, location secluded by Lucien. In our midst is the man I hate and will still hate who sent dynamites with his eyes. I guess Nia told him one or two about me, hoping it more of concerns how good I f**k her and not even him will ever match in comparison. Glaring back at him but with a smug grin on my face, a glare so deathly it could take out large expanse of a country. Sizing the tan looking tousled hair brown eyed male, I chuckle on the inside. So this is the boy after my girl? I thought internally. Both of us in a standoff glare.
"We are here to talk." Lucien sat back analysing the both of us. Instead I smirk watching him watch me, me on the other hand ready to pounce on a scapegoat to vent my anger on. Santiago.
"You couldn’t do that without the Russians." He spoke in Italian and I knew he is referring to me just by the way he said it spitefully. Lucien kept his cool while the limp d**k motherfucker's voice raises spitting fire at me causing the grin on my face to grow bigger. Fed up with his shenanigans, I growl banging the table which echoes in the room.
"English please and yes we need to talk." It got quiet with him glaring harder at me. Good.
"Sonia is dead." He stood up abruptly pointing his gun at me. A heated argument came up between both Italians while I sat watching the scene unfold. My patience thinning as the seconds passes. Someone is asking for a death wish.
"Fucker." He c***s his gun ready to fire.
Slowly, calmly and eerily monotone while sipping my bourbon, I muse."I don't take it well with persons who points their guns at me." Looking him dead in the eye."So I suggest you drop that gun or I won’t hesitate to pull the trigger." Fishing my own gun out of my trench coat I fired a warning shot. Lucien's lips twitch in amusement still in his relaxed stance but I am far from amusement, quite enough fed up with entertaining his ruckus. He struggles with himself debating if to challenge me or not finally ending up retreating taking his seat at the table.
Moving on with the issue at hand, I slap a file on the table catching their eyes and attention to the blue file. "We all sitting here have a common purpose. Sonia, my girlfriend and the mother to my unborn child." I say to spite Santiago f*****g ass hoping he challenges me so I could end his pathetic life. Instead he growls, a scowl sitting on his face. "Here is the necessary information linked to her death, her contract I rejected and the major lead Leandro. Find out everything and report back as soon as possible." I sit up about taking my leave only to pause hearing Santiago.
"And who do you think you are issuing such orders?"
"The one who is going to find the fuckers that killed my baby and her mother and also the fucker who will f**k you up if you dare challenge me again." With that I take my leave not once turning back.
If he wants to know who is the boss, he best believe I will f**k him up without a second thought.
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