Yurich I observe the map of the city exposed on the huge wall of the office, all the main points marked under our control, the growing irritation is a danger for men like me, especially in situations like this. This is no time to lose consciousness in the face of this invasion, an attack within my territory. I snap my fingers trying to put together the missing pieces to catch the traitors, but nothing but having a traitor within the organization goes through my mind, someone close enough to wreak havoc. I ignore her screams reverberating through the house even being bitten by this mosquito of indecision, why did you bring her here? "With a powerful throat like that I can bet you can swallow my cock." Dimitri’s voice only serves to annoy me, I do not answer his shit I do not feel like giving him more reasons for questions that I can not answer. I walk through the room and serve a generous drink before sitting on the leather sofa. My little brother follows my movements, taking away t
Yurich I hit my fingers against the glass table completely impatient, it’s been a month since I let that woman go, and I’m tormented by her voice while I sleep during the day keeping my eyes on the surveillance cameras of that hospital. I’m angry at myself for letting him go."I told you to keep it." "You look like a fucking parrot," I reply completely irritated. Sitting waiting for one of my biggest enemies in fucking Russia, my little brother still manages to be unbearable. The security detail inside this crappy restaurant is stronger than the White House. Somehow stupid Italians are infiltrating our lands like a plague. I had to find out if in other regions the same was happening, I found that Nabokov faces the same problems in the south of the country maybe it’s time to unite the sides and magnify the Bratva as sovereign. At least that’s what I hope, thinking about the doctor just disrupted the plans. The movement changes the moment the dark-haired and cold-eyed man enters th
LyanaI go back to the hospital after buying a full snack, I have the same feeling as days in which I am being observed, I recognize being with some kind of trauma but I do not feel like talking to someone or asking for help. From the moment I got out of the car being left in the center of the city near the red square, the disturbance in my psychological state has been growing tears started to fall I am always alone as a memory of the day I lost my mother. I enter the hospital through one of the access doors going towards the office, I feel afraid of the people around but mainly afraid to go to the emergency room and face that man again. I pretended to be sick as a plausible reason not to receive questions and due to my good care the head of the surgical ward was understandable.When I finally enter my room, I turn the key three times checking that it is locked, put the food on the table weighing the head between my hands releasing the air forcefully. When I close my eyes I can fee
Lyana His dark eyes as shine with the request I can see the relief that takes his face when he receives a chance to speak. I raise my hand to stop him from starting. "Listening to you doesn’t mean I’m forgiving you for all these years." I declare. The hurt inside my chest is something I do not know if I can undo even if my entire life is a lie invented by the two people I loved most. "I wonder how much it has hurt mostly me." He stares at mine as he runs his hand through his beard. "No, you do not have the notion of how much but mainly by my mother I will listen to what you have to say," I say firmly. He leans against the chair supporting his arms seems to analyze not only my words but every one of my gestures and expressions, today, I recall the way I always believed he knew everything about me, who was the most wonderful man in the world, and would always be present until he was not until his presence became a ghost and his words were missed. "Your mother had just finished her
LyanaI breathe deeply staring at the mirror, cheeks stained by makeup and thick cilia, pink lipstick next to the dark blue dress with a neckline forming a semi-heart leaving my bulky breasts even more marked. The waist is marked by a part of the velvety fabric making the fabric embrace my thick thighs. I wash my hands nervously seeking comfort in the fact that my father is next to me, but at no time besides these security guards I could all relax. I shake my head coming out of the bathroom and facing the tall man who finds out to be part of my security, during every moment was preparing at home for this dinner I was tempted to question where they were when I was kidnapped, but the fear of creating another problem was higher. The memory of the blood being shed and the cries of those men still steal a few minutes of my thoughts this is frustrating, I seek to keep my breath with my head down returning to the table, passing my hands through the fabric of the dress. I see Dad’s big hand,
Yurich The feeling of having a gun pointed against your head is never forgotten, in reality, it is insurmountable and for many, this kind of emotion is impossible to hold. The problem for men like me is to live both sides of the sensation, the one who has his head made of target and the one who holds the gun knowing that a measly blow on the trigger will open a huge hole in someone’s skull, making pieces of the brain splash against their face. The old man who will call himself my father-in-law, you know, is an old fox with a habit of hunting the stupidity of this dinner, is precisely for this, point the gun against my head and see how much I am willing to protect his daughter. If it was a boy, I’d probably end up pissing my pants, but I respect him. Already the woman who kept my mind terrified during recent times seems to have been haunted too and this feeling of victory is worth it. I raise my eyebrow to Nabukov who opens a scrotum smile when he starts reading. "The first part of
Lyana I need to hold my breath to keep my legs firm when I feel the warm touch of the satin fabric, still not quite understanding this feeling of disappointment after his words.I’m guided towards his car, before Dad gets in the way I open a smile that calms him down, and we talk about it. The conditions of what I need to live to achieve revenge against my mother’s death. On the one hand, I admit to being a little grateful for being a familiar face, but at the same time, I am lost amid these contradictions. Yurich makes sure to open the car door dismissing the driver who just accepts the order, his brother behind us carries a ladino smile when making a call, I imagine he will request the car itself. Oh my good God let even within this madness we live as two "normal" peopleI get into the car after the little prayer without losing the sparkle in his eyes, put on the seat belt, and grab the small bag as if it were my true salvation. Soon I will return to that dark mansion, I shudder w
YurickI need to control the urge to smile every minute I walk beside her, the feeling of victory in having her as my wife is inexplicable. Her calm gaze conveys a certain peace to my chest. We left the place towards the car, and when things happened too fast, I threw the body over Lyana to protect her I put my hand on the nape of her getting on the small body on the floor. Nureyev and Nabukov are in position shooting at the bastards, I can see the way they hit and other soldiers take orders to go after the bastards. "Lyana" I call her calmlyI move her body away from her a little too tense for not listening to her voice, the blood on the floor accumulating around her reaches an internal part that I imagined never to feel again, I feel fear.The lift in the arms little fucking me for what her father says, I get inside the car with my girl in the lap pressing the wound in the belly to stop the blood.Nabukov pushes my brother who sits in the back while the first starts driving through