Chapter 3

RUSLAN'S POV

I hate not being in control of everything and anything within my grasp.

But it seems, today's deal with the Irish mafia clan was beyond my control.

They are in charge of the goods, so I have to abide by each of their rules to ensure a successful transaction.

When I got a call from them to meet up at an underground building in one of the most luxurious bar in Saratov, I just scoffed.

They were all out to provoke me.

Who the hell does a business in a damn club?

But nevertheless, my clan needs those goods and as the Bratva, I'm in charge of providing the goods for my clan, so left with no option, I found myself in the bar/club.

The Irish mafia clan were trying to outsmart me, but little did they know that I'm no ordinary man.

I was brought up and trained by one of the top Mafia lords that ever existed, so trying to outsmart me would be their loss.

Nonetheless, the transaction was successful in less than two hours and my men took the goods back to the clan while I stayed back to discuss some business with the Irish clan.

Igor Orlov, my father did a great job with the clan, but now, that I was the Bratva, I wanted to do more.

To expand my boundary, my fucking territory.

“I will think about it, Ruslan.” Sergei, the Irish mafia lord said, tapping my shoulder.

I hate that single touch. The way it burns it way into my skin. I so much hate it.

“I will be expecting a call from you soon.” This was me letting him know that he shouldn't take so much time in thinking about our discussion.

If I get the Irish mafia clan to eat from the palm of my hand, the expansion of my clan would be the greatest in history.

Our meeting concluded almost immediately and as I was about to leave the club, Nicko, my right-hand man, tapped me, pointing towards a corner in the club.

“Boss, isn't that your step-sister?”

Upon hearing Ivana’s name from his lips, my head snapped towards the direction he was pointing.

Ivana fucking Alex, has the guts to come to a nasty club like this, even seated with a guy.

She was trying to destroy my image as the Bratva of the Vipers Clan.

With anger simmering inside of me, I marched towards her, a dangerous smirk graced my lips.

“Excuse me?” I heard her say, her brows arched in disbelief to whatever the fucker in front of her just said.

I paused and stayed back, watching as the scenario unfolded before me.

“I said punch your phone number. We should hook up soon.” He pushed his phone forward, few inches away from her chest.

While all these were going on, I stood still, awaiting the fucker's next line of action, but when he thrusted his phone forward almost touching her breast, I was forced to take actions.

I wanted to gun him down. Immediately.

Just before Ivana could say a word, I beat her to it.

“Can't you tell that she isn't interested.” My deep baritone voice resonated in the corners of the club where they were seated.

Eyes snapped, heads turned, gasps and murmurs followed.

My so-called step-sister snapped her head towards me as our eyes met while I was still holding the fucker's hand tightly that I almost snapped his bones into numerous pieces.

“Bra…Bratva!” The fucker's eyes widened as he tried to get out of my hold, but I was determined.

Determined to snap his bones into pieces.

“I…I am sorry, Bratva.” He pleaded, his face giving away how scared he was. He was so pale like he had just seen a ghost.

I might just be the ghost.

I let go of him and he immediately scampered away with his friend.

My eyes returned to that of my step-sister and a dark smirk graced my lips once again, causing her to swallow as no words seemed to form out of her mouth.

“See you tomorrow, Ivana.” A petite girl rushed her words as she also ran out of the bar, leaving Ivana with me.

Once we were alone in the corner, I bent a little to meet her eyes, my gaze downright terrifying as I could feel her shivering from where I was standing.

“I see that you're hell-bent on destroying the image of the Orlovs.” I started, shoving my two hands into my pocket, meeting her gaze at eye-length.

“I…I just needed a break.” She stuttered, trying to defend herself. At least, that was the only thing she could do to save her ass.

Standing up properly, I turned around and looked at her over my shoulder, “Stand up and follow me…” pausing, a lopsided smile replaced the smirk on my face. “Now.”

As the Bratva of Vipers Clan, I dislike disobedience and I lose it when someone disobeys me.

But my little step-sister was scared of me that she wasted not even a second before running behind me like a scared cat.

I love that.

Reaching the packing lots, I halted on my track and turned around, catching her unaware, as her head came in contact with my chest accidentally.

Shifting backwards, she apologised. “I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional.”

Ignoring her apologies because it doesn't mean shit to me, I went straight to the point. “If your Mom hears of this, what do you think would happen?”

I know what Ivory could do. She doesn't condone nonsensical behaviour and her daughter won't be an exemption.

I was sure Ivana also knows that because her eyes widened like that of a sauce pan. “Please don't tell her.” She pleaded.

Ivana, my supposed step-sister, was one hell of an interesting little lamb. I love it.

“What makes you think I won't tell her?” I walked closer, my brows arched, while she took a step backwards.

“B…. because, honestly…” she stuttered, shutting her eyes when no words seemed to form from her mouth.

“It seems you've not tasted my wrath, yet. I kill men for less, so don't think because you're my step-sister, you would be exempted.”

Her eyes snapped up at me. She wanted to speak up but the glare I sent her way, shut her up instantly.

“You won't love my punishment, Devochka. And I hope you remain a good girl to avoid it.” I leaned closer, our faces just an inch away.

While I leaned closer, she leaned backwards, her back almost touching my car.

“I'm not a little girl. I'm twenty-three years old.” She argued and a chuckle almost rippled out of my mouth.

God… it's been ages since I last saw someone as interesting as my step-sister.

“Get into the car and take a nap, now.” I said, more like an order and without wasting even a second, she rushed into the car. “Good girl.”