No Dasha!
Yanna I feel a bile of Vomit rise up in my throat but I gulp it back down, my thoughts were still on Enzo as Donatello speed through the hectic traffic, heading over to Alonzo’s place. My thoughts immediately goes to my baby, the stress I’m feeling mustn’t be good for the well being of the baby which causes panic to settle in my body. I quickly place a call to the family doctor to head over to Alonzo’s place and wait for me there. “How the hell did that person get into the airport?” I ask Donatello. He furrows his brows and glances briefly at the rear mirror. “Russians….Victor Ivanov to be exact-” I let out a scream as a sudden dent is seen at the cracked windshield of the car which was bullet proof and it could only mean one thing….someone was shooting at us. “Hold on!” Donatello drifts into a sharp turn while i struggle to hastily buckle my seat, crouching low to protect my baby. More shots are fired but none hits the tires of the car so Donatello was able
Enzo “Stay with Yanna and make sure she has her rest.” I tell Sunny who nods and heads inside while my men rush into the cars to head out. Donatello loads up the guns into the trunk but I don’t miss the look he and Sunny shares before he goes into the car. “How did we not notice how close he could be from us?” Antonio mutters to himself in thought. There was a possibility that this might be a trap and we’re just running into it but we would take our chances with it and risk everything to just find out something. I loathe the feeling of being in the dark and I’ve been feeling that way for the past few days now. Dasha was murdered by that sick bastard, knowing how happy she felt when she found out about her pregnancy, only for her life to end so suddenly in a heart beat. Victor Ivanov, when I find him….he’ll be begging for death. The location leads us to an abandoned apartment building which seems to have been left this way for some years now. I send in some of
Yanna Enzo had filled me in with what had happened at the unknown location, there was no signs of Mathew or a phone. The unknown man that he had fought luckily left a huge leak from the blood knife that Enzo had stabbed him with. We were all cautious with our movements, with two looming danger in the air from the psychotic Victor and the unknown gang that killed my mother. Work was still work though, I showed up with more plans for the apartment complex I’m working on but there was still no sign of Victor anywhere. The DNA test result from the blood will be coming today, I feel somewhat relieved that we have a lead on this whole threats that have been going on. Dasha’s body has been sent back to Russia for the burial but I and Enzo couldn’t go because of the eminent threat from Victor and there’s an obvious internal war in the Russian mafia. My phone rings and it’s surprisingly Antonio. My brows furrow, is something wrong with Enzo? “Hey…what’s up?” I hear rustl
Yanna “Rowan Alister.” Antonio says as the image of a man is projected on the screen. He is a twenty two years old that has a middle school record but dropped out from high-school and left his orphanage once he turned eighteen. Another picture is projected and its of him shirtless working on a cargo ship, the picture was taken from afar so we zoomed in. I point to the familiar tattoo on his arm. “This tattoo.” Enzo nods. “It’s the same one from your mother’s killer.” Donatello let’s out a large sigh in frustration. “But I don’t get it Don, how did Mathew turn up dead with an obvious carving from Victor?” That was the huge connection that we haven’t figured out yet, what is the connection between Victor and this ruthless gang? Enzo turns to Antonio. “Have you found out if this gang is still active back in Italy?” “There’s a huge majority of locals that says that it isn’t active again but some don’t even want to mention a thing about their whereabouts, even if
Yanna It feels like my world had stopped once I read the end result of the paternity test. ‘Negative’. No, it can’t possibly be true. Thinking back now, how the hell could I just believe the words of an old man and not actually find proof if we’re actually related. My stomach churns at the sick thought of being deceived by a random old man into marrying his adopted son. Does Enzo know about this too? I placed my palm over my chest in an attempt to calm down but it was all futile as random thoughts just keep running through my head. I reach to the finality of finding out if this result is true or not. I examine the result again and my eyes catches on to the date of the result, it was oddly on the same day when I heard the fight between him and Roberto, the same day that I found him scribbling down harshly on a paper. Why the fuck does my life have so much drama! Composing myself, I place the folder back where it was and sneak out quietly from the office and just in
Yanna “Are you sure about leaving on your own?” Sunny asks. I nod my head and try to not seem suspicious. “Yeah….Hailey just needs me don’t worry, I’ll be back real soon.” Sunny shrugs and helps to start up my car before leaving me to drive off alone. I finally let out a sigh of relief, it was hard convincing Sunny that I just had to step out a minute to help Hailey which was a total lie. I’m on my way to a lab clinic to confirm the DNA paternity test between I and Alonzo. I just had to be one hundred percent sure on what I saw that day and that’s it. The lab is about an hour away from where I stayed just to be careful of running into someone I know. It wasn’t too hard to get Alonzo’s hair specimen, with just a slight tug of his greying hair, I had a good enough chunk for a test. “Good morning, I made an appointment for a DNA paternity test.” The receptionist nods and types down my information before directing me into a lab type office for the test. They get the re
Enzo I hear light stomping back and forth as I walk home, Yanna paced back and forth at the living room while playing with her fingers anxiously. My brows furrow from her current state. “Hey….is something wrong?” She jumps slightly in shock. “Yeah….actually, no I’m not.” “Is it the baby, let me call the doctor.” I reach into my pocket for my phone but Yanna stops me. She pulls me over to sit while she takes her sit beside me. “The baby’s fine.” I scan her worried face. “So what’s wrong?....” She bites her lip and lets out a heavy sigh. “I-i’m not Alonzo’s daughter.” My brows furrow at her confession. What does he mean ‘she’s not Alonzo’s daughter’ there’s no way that’s possible, the test came back positive. “That’s not possible…..where did you get this idea from?” She reaches behind her and brings out a medical folder. “I went to confirm it myself, just to be one hundred percent sure that what I found out is true.” I scan the test result and it’s negati
Yanna My heart sunk to my stomach as I rewatch the CCTV footage of the gang member at the hospital. How the fuck could they switch up a negative DNA test to positive, who was the lab tech that did this? “I’ll be heading out tomorrow.” Enzo states. I furrow my brows, tomorrow is Sunday he doesn’t work on Sundays. “Where are you going to?” He shows me the address, it was a prison. “You’re going to a prison?” He nods. “Antonio found out the whereabouts of your mother’s killer, he’s in this prison.” Rage fills my chest with the thought of him comfortably living while my mother had to suffer such a painful death. In the back of my head, I had silently hoped that he was also dead…. “I’m going too.” I state firmly. Enzo scoffs. “You’re not going anywhere, Bambina.” He lays down on the bed while I sit up. “I am, Enzo.” He turns to glance at me, placing his hand on my small bump. “I can’t let you go there in this state, it’s too risky.” I slap his hand away in annoyance.
*SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* “Oh gosh!...” Yanna moans out as she bounces on Enzo. Their hips move in union, grinding against each other in a desperate search for release. Enzo’s brows scrunches in pleasure as he feels Yanna tighten against him harshly. He hisses in pleasure. “Fuckkk…..yeah, baby.” Delicious shivers litters Yanna’s body as he feels the familiar tug in her belly. She increases her pace and leans down to capture Enzo’s lips. “Mmh!” She moans against his lips as he increases his pace, jotting up into her while groping her ass as leverage. “I’m about to cum.” She rasped against his lips. They both moan while grinding harshly against each other for their release. Yanna’s toes curl as her orgasm rips out of her so suddenly with her jaws slacking in the process. Enzo jerks harshly, spurting his cum into her with a deep groan. On cue, the shrieking sound of their six months old son sounds through the baby monitor. Yanna chuckles softly against Enzo’s f
Enzo “Wait, w-wait please!” Victor yells and scrambles back in fear. I cock my head to the side and watch his disgusting face filled with fear, my eyes scan down to his arms and the thought of him putting his hands on Yanna flashes into my head. I notice a sledge hammer at the far end of the warehouse and with a snap of my finger, my men brings it to me. “You put your hands on my wife.” I state roughly. Victor gulps and scrambles to his kneels. “I-it was a foolish mistake on my part…..I-I would never do such a thing again!” Donatello snickers and eyes Victor. “Bullshit.” I crouch down to his height, giving him a blank expression. “You don’t have a choice again, I warned you didn’t I?” He shakes his head as his fearful expression changes into that of pure anger. “You’ve got to be fucking with me, I’m an Ivanov dammit!” My lips stretches into a smirk as I rise back to my full height, weighing the sledge hammer in my arms. “You’re a fucking psycho that deserves
Enzo I place a kiss on Yanna’s forehead as she sleeps through the night. It was time to permanently get rid of the problem that has been taunting us for some time now. Alonzo grabs my arm. “Why don’t you wait until everything is settled before dealing with Roberto?” he whispers. “My son was born prematurely, my wife is in a lot of pain because of that and you’re telling me to wait?” I clench my jaw in anger. He sighs and guides me out if the VIP hospital room. “I understand how you feel but don’t you think that this decision might be too drastic?” I snicker and cock my head to the side. “I didn’t want to tell you but…..Roberto has been behind everything…. Rossi and Matteo’s death.” His brows scrunch in confusion. “What do you mean behind Rossi and Matteo’s death?” I let out a sigh. “He ordered Rossi to get rid of Matteo…..he said this himself yesterday.” Alonzo’s expression changes to that of distraught as he takes a few steps back. “M-my own blood could do such
Yanna *BEEP* *BEEP* The sickening sterilised smell, that is the first thing I notice once I become conscious. My eyes still feel too heavy to open but I can feel the dull aching on my body. I let out a whimper as memories of Victor flashes into my head, the annoying beeping seems to increase as panic floods my system. “Ma’m, its okay you’re in the hospital, you had an emergency C-section done.” A woman stated frantically. My eyes shoots open at the word if ‘C-section’ but it quickly closes back by the blinding lights of the room I lay in. “Baby, it’s okay.” I hear Enzo’s voice which comforts me a little. I feel him place a kiss on my knuckles while I try to blink my eyes open to adjust to the lights of the room. His face was a little bit blurry with his brows scrunched in worry and bloodshot red eyes that looks like he had been crying. “Hey….” He mumbles. I clear my throat from the dryness. “O-our baby…..i-is he okay….” I mange to mumble out hoarsely. My h
Enzo “Let go of him Enzo.” I quickly turn to the voice of Roberto behind me, a few of his men stood behind him armed and the familiar tattoos on their body. A smirk makes it’s way to my lips and I abruptly fire a shot to Victor's shoulder with makes him to wail in pain. “You fucker!” he groans “Enzo!” Roberto yells. I turn to him. “Why the fuck are you here?” He steps up the rest of the stairs, scanning my injured form. “Go back home, you’re in no shape to start this.” He proceeds to make his way over to Yanna’s room but I shoot and the bullet fires just beside his head. “We’re not done talking.” I state firmly. His men points their gun towards me but Roberto waves them off. “I don’t have the for this Enzo-” Thundering footsteps are heard as my men surround Roberto and his men suddenly which makes a smirk to appear on my lips. “You should be wise and behave right now.” I state smugly Roberto scowls at my men and turns to me. “I should’ve gotten rid o
Enzo My heart raced in fear of something happening to Yanna as I point the gun at Igor who looks confused and pissed off. “What the hell, Bernadi.” He scowls. I clock the gun. “Tell me where the fuck is Victor!” His men rush in with loaded guns pointing our way but Igor halts them with a wave of his hand. “Last time I tracked him down, he took his chip out so I really don’t know where he is.” Igor states. “Bullshit.” I storm over to Jim, not caring for the gun pointing my way. My fist clamp on his shirt tightly. “Tell me where he is or I’ll blow up your sea port in Russia.” He scoffs and attempts to release my fist but it doesn’t budge. “Don’t be carxy Brrnadi, my sea port is highly secured there’s no way you could’ve had the time to send your men over there to plant bombs.” It was my turn to smirk. “Want to bet, Ivanov?” I wasn’t stupid to head over to Igor’s warehouse without something to use as collateral. My men in Russia had already planted the bomb a
Yanna I let out a groan from the soreness of my joints, memories of being kidnapped flashes into my head which causes my eyes to open abruptly but I quickly squint them shut from the blinding lights of the room. My hand unconsciously palms my belly, checking for any sign of injury or the movement of the baby. I let out a sigh of relief when I feel a kick and try to open my eyes again. I notice the change of my outfit, I’m in a light blue hospital outfit laying on what seems to be like a bed with my right and left ankles chained to either side of the bed. Fear struck me like lightning as I wiggled my feet but the chains were too tight to even move them. The memory of Sunny being shot flashes into my head as tears streams down my eyes. “Where is this place?” I mumble to myself and sit up slowly. The room is proclain white with nothing else in it except the bed I’m chained to, it looks like asylum rooms that they used in the movies. The door was a rusty metal one with on
Yanna “Are you sure that you’re going to be okay going alone?” Enzo asks for like the tenth time. I roll my eye in frustration. “Yes, Enzo you’ve been asking this and I’ll stick to my answer.” He sighs and tucks in his shirt. “Okay, I’ll have Sunny and Donatello go with you.” “Enzo I’m going to the doctors not a war ground….I don’t need so much protection.” I state. “Fine, Sunny will go with you and that’s final.” He places a kiss on my head. I let out a sigh but nod as I get my purse to head out. “you’re seeing Igor today right?” “Yeah….I have to see him before he leaves for Russia.” He leaves the room while I finish getting ready to head out. My hand unconsciously caresses my swollen belly, he has grown much the past few weeks I’m so sure he’s going to be a chunky baby. I head down to see Sunny cleaning her gun on the kitchen counter. “Do you really need to bring that?” She looks up and nods. “Yes, with the huge threat of Victor, I definitely need to bri
Yanna I storm after Enzo, hot on his heels as he paces over to the garage. “Enzo, you must be crazy!” He clicks on the car’s remote and the car beeps to unlock. Luckily I reach to the car just before he could open it just for me to shut it back. “Yanna, please.” He’s pissed but so was I. I cock my head to the side. “I’m not letting you barge over to Roberto’s….its a foolish plan and you know it.” He clenches his jaw with glossy eyes as he tried to hold back his tears which breaks my heart, I know just how much he cared for Matteo. “That bastard…..he is behind Matteo’s death.” He groans out and kicks the tires of the car in anger. I place my hand on his arm in a comforting manner. “We don’t know that for sure…it was just a guess.” He lets out a breath and runs his hand through his hair. “I’m gonna kill that bastard.” I nod and make effort to guide him back into the house. “Okay….but please let’s just plan out what we need to do….I-I can’t loose you this way-”