Violetta's POV
I woke before my alarm went off, as I always did and rolled off the mattress, I called a bed and onto the dirt floor of the basement, I called my bedroom. I wasn't allowed to live in the main house, as I was a nobody to my mother and stepfather. Other than my mattress, I had a couple of drawers on the floor in which I kept the small collection of cloths in and a ratty blanket I had, had since I moved in here at 4. I stood up and went to the small shower room I had in the basement and turned on the water. Getting in quickly I washed myself as quickly as I could under the freezing cold water, I didn't pay them enough to warrant using the hot water, and the last time I was caught using it, I still have the scars on my back from the beating I got.
My mother brought us here when I was four, telling me that my father was disgusted that I was a girl, that wasn't how I remembered him, but then maybe my 4-year-old brain was trying to protect me and made me think I was his little Princess. My mother blamed me for my father kicking us out and has made it well known that she doesn't want me, and that she never had. I have pretty much had to look after myself since I was 4 years old. My mother liked to put her cigarettes out on me, so my body was littered in tiny little round scars. She was also part of the reason why my nose was broken so many times that it is now out of shape. They never took me to the hospital, and the one time a teacher at school put in a complaint to Social Services about my injuries, she soon disappeared, and I got a new beating.
My Stepfather is the honourable Judge Julian David Granger the third, son of the Duke of Shrewsbury. Honourable my arse. He's a bully and a criminal. Just because he was a judge, he believed he was above the law, and nothing could touch him. I can’t wait until karma catches up with him. He never wanted me here, but he allowed me to live in the basement, for £800 a month. Not including bills. He was the sole reason for the whip mark scars on my back as well and the many knife scars all over my body and the multiple broken bones I have had over the year which some of haven’t healed properly so I now walk with a limp and have little to no movement in my left hand.
I work at a local cafe as a waitress, and I am trying to save money so that I can move out. I have to hide my money, or my mother will take it from me, well what is left after I have to hand over the £1300 a month in bills and my board and lodging, so now at the ripe old age of twenty-one, I am still stuck living in this basement, luckily he hasn’t tried to take the last thing I have left until my dignity is entirely gone. My Virginity.
Sighing, I pull my brush though my white, blonde hair, my pride and joy. The one thing about me I absolutely loved. When it was down it reaches to the back of my knees, which considering when I was seven, my stepfather had cut it as far down as it would go, I had done well to grow it again. Now I always put it up into a tight bun, less for him to grab a hold of, all though he still managed to catch me with it at times. Looking into the broken dirty mirror above my sink, my deep purple eyes stare back at me. I must have got these from my father, as my mother had green eyes and brown hair. If I didn't know better, I would say she wasn't my mother. I put in the pair of contacts that change my eyes to blue, I hated wearing them, but my mum said I wasn't allowed to leave the house without them in or she would make sure Julian made my beatings worse than normal, she said I was already a stain on the family, my ugly unnatural purple eyes would only make things worse. I didn't understand what the issue was, but I would do anything to avoid a beating. I pull on my jeans, ignoring the scars and old burn marks that litter my legs before pulling on my work polo shirt and the old hoodie I always wear.
I quietly walk up the creaky wooden stairs and into the kitchen. I don't want to wake my mother and Julian; my split lip was still sore from yesterday morning. Sighing I tiptoe through the kitchen and out the back door. Just as I think I have made it safe; I get yanked back by the hair so hard I fall back to the floor. Wincing as I feel pain shoot through my bruised ribs.
"Well, well, well, look who it is, the little whore who lives in my basement." Came the voice I had grown to hate. "I have a little surprise for you when you get home tonight."
"W...w... what?" I stammer.
"You my dear will be home by five tonight to meet my friend who likes you, if you aren't home, I will find you and I will make your life a living misery. Do you understand?”
"Please," I muttered, a friend that liked me, that didn’t bode well, but I knew if I didn’t come home, he would find me and drag me back, I had tried to run once before, and it was one of the worst beating I had ever been given.
"Please? please what? I let you live here cheaply so you will do as you are told you little whore. you owe me for the life you live, I didn’t have to take you in after your father banished you for being a girl, but I didn't, I let you live in my house, so you will do as you are told, do you hear me?"
"Y...y... yes s....s... sir," I stammered. He kicked me in the stomach making me recoil into a ball in pain.
"Disgusting whore." He spat at me before returning into the house. I lay on the ground, curled in a ball trying to get my breath back. At least he didn't hit me anywhere visible today, the owners of the Cafe I work in already don't believe my excuses about being clumsy.
After a moment I manage to pull myself up to my feet and slowly leave the house to make my way over to the cafe and start my day, I was now running late. I knew the owners wouldn’t mind, but they had been so good to me that I hated letting them down
When I arrive Miranda, the woman who owns the place frowns at me but doesn't say anything. Am I walking differently? Did he mark my face, and I didn't notice. She shook of the frown and smiled at me.
"Melishka, how are you today?" She asked as I unzipped my hoodie. She shook her head at the sight of my bones, I was malnourished, but I didn’t know any different. She had tried to help me with food in the past, but I could never keep it down, so I told her not to worry, I always ate what I could.
"I am good Miranda, thank you. I need to be home by five. My stepfather has someone I have to meet." I said, my stomach dropping at the thoughts as to what this might be ran through my head.
"That is fine dorogaya." Why don't you set up the cutlery, I just have a call to make." She smiled and disappeared of down the hallway. I smiled to myself. She was such a sweet woman. The sort of woman I could see being a good mother. He husband Vitaly was the baker, and he was a jolly man who always made me smile. I loved working here, but there was something in my mind that said this would be the last time I would be here. Sighing, I got to work setting the tables for when we opened.
Dimitri's POVI picked up the frame that sat on my desk, it had three photos in it. The first was of my mother and father on their wedding day Alexia and Nina Koslov. The second was of my father’s second in commands four sons Adrian, Luka, Nikoli and Mishka. Adrian was the same age as me at 28 and when I took over from my father as the next Don of the Russian Mafia US contingent, Adrian would become my second. His younger brother Luka who was 24 would be my Enforcer, and the twins Nikoli and Mishka, both 22, would take over as a couple of my underbosses. The final Picture was when I was 11, sat on my knee was the prettiest little girl wearing a blue pinafore dress and a white shirt under it, a pair of pink unicorn wellies on her feet, and her white, blonde hair was in pigtails which stuck out of the top of her head. The smile on her face lit up her whole aura and her stunning purple eyes that she inherited from the Vassilev blood line showed how happy the little girl was. I had loved
Dimitri’s POVThe plane journey to London from New York took around 7 hours. In that time my father had found everything he could about this Judge. His wife Iliana Granger was our bitch of a mother, so we knew now that it was our little white Dove. The name white dove had come from his mother Nina. She said he coos always reminded her of a dove, and her soft white hair was as white as snow and the name White Dove had stuck. My mother was more of a mum to the five Vassilev children and it broke her when Vi was taken, she felt like her own daughter had been taken from her. Our mother didn’t give a shit about the family, she just wanted the money and the lifestyle that came with being a part of the mafia. She had never been much of a mother to her children, and she was so jealous when Vi came along that she treated her even worse than she treated the boys, all because the baby was getting more attention than she was. It was a surprise when we found out that Anastasia had taken off with V
Violetta's POVI am so confused. These two men, I feel like I know them. The one has the same hair and eye colour as I do. The other, I feel like I have always known him. Both men are very handsome. I am feeling highly overwhelmed here, I don’t understand what is going on.“Sir, we are being followed.” I heard the Driver say and I turned around to see a familiar Mercedes following us.“Oh no, he is coming for me.” I mumbled.“Who is he little dove?” The blonde one asked.“He’s, my stepfather. He will kill me if he gets a hold of me. He told me I had to be home by five.” I could feel myself start to shake. How did he find out so soon?“Let me see your wrists.” The handsome dark-haired man said. I frowned but showed him my wrists.“Shit.” He said looking at a small scar I had no Idea how I got.“What?” The blonde asked.“He’s put a tracker in her, that’s how he found her so fast.”“What?2 I asked looking at him shocked.“Vi, Little dove.” He said lifting my chin so he could look into my
Dimitri's POVVi fell asleep pretty quickly, curled in a ball on the airplane seat. I saw the air hostess come in and smile at us, she opened her mouth to speak, but I put a finger to my lip and nodded to my little dove. Marissa, the flight attendant, opened one of the overhead lockers and pulled out a blanket which she carefully placed over the sleeping Vi."Can I get you anything to drink sirs?" she whispered to us."A whiskey on the rocks." I said. She nodded and looked over to Adrien."Just a coke for me." He said before she disappeared to ask the other passengers. "If it wasn't for her hair and eyes, I would think she was too young to be Violetta.""She is very malnourished." I said looking at her sleeping form. "She looks about 15 not 21." He sighed. "When I lifted her out of the car, she weighed nothing, and I could feel her bones. What did you see on her arms that had you looking like you wanted to kill?""Cigarette burns and scars." I muttered."What?" Adrien said, his gaze
Dimitri's POVVi fell asleep pretty quickly, curled in a ball on the airplane seat. I saw the air hostess come in and smile at us, she opened her mouth to speak, but I put a finger to my lip and nodded to my little dove. Marissa, the flight attendant, opened one of the overhead lockers and pulled out a blanket which she carefully placed over the sleeping Vi."Can I get you anything to drink sirs?" she whispered to us."A whiskey on the rocks." I said. She nodded and looked over to Adrien."Just a coke for me." He said before she disappeared to ask the other passengers. "If it wasn't for her hair and eyes, I would think she was too young to be Violetta.""She is very malnourished." I said looking at her sleeping form. "She looks about 15 not 21." He sighed. "When I lifted her out of the car, she weighed nothing, and I could feel her bones. What did you see on her arms that had you looking like you wanted to kill?""Cigarette burns and scars." I muttered."What?" Adrien said, his gaze
Violetta's POVI am so confused. These two men, I feel like I know them. The one has the same hair and eye colour as I do. The other, I feel like I have always known him. Both men are very handsome. I am feeling highly overwhelmed here, I don’t understand what is going on.“Sir, we are being followed.” I heard the Driver say and I turned around to see a familiar Mercedes following us.“Oh no, he is coming for me.” I mumbled.“Who is he little dove?” The blonde one asked.“He’s, my stepfather. He will kill me if he gets a hold of me. He told me I had to be home by five.” I could feel myself start to shake. How did he find out so soon?“Let me see your wrists.” The handsome dark-haired man said. I frowned but showed him my wrists.“Shit.” He said looking at a small scar I had no Idea how I got.“What?” The blonde asked.“He’s put a tracker in her, that’s how he found her so fast.”“What?2 I asked looking at him shocked.“Vi, Little dove.” He said lifting my chin so he could look into my
Dimitri’s POVThe plane journey to London from New York took around 7 hours. In that time my father had found everything he could about this Judge. His wife Iliana Granger was our bitch of a mother, so we knew now that it was our little white Dove. The name white dove had come from his mother Nina. She said he coos always reminded her of a dove, and her soft white hair was as white as snow and the name White Dove had stuck. My mother was more of a mum to the five Vassilev children and it broke her when Vi was taken, she felt like her own daughter had been taken from her. Our mother didn’t give a shit about the family, she just wanted the money and the lifestyle that came with being a part of the mafia. She had never been much of a mother to her children, and she was so jealous when Vi came along that she treated her even worse than she treated the boys, all because the baby was getting more attention than she was. It was a surprise when we found out that Anastasia had taken off with V
Dimitri's POVI picked up the frame that sat on my desk, it had three photos in it. The first was of my mother and father on their wedding day Alexia and Nina Koslov. The second was of my father’s second in commands four sons Adrian, Luka, Nikoli and Mishka. Adrian was the same age as me at 28 and when I took over from my father as the next Don of the Russian Mafia US contingent, Adrian would become my second. His younger brother Luka who was 24 would be my Enforcer, and the twins Nikoli and Mishka, both 22, would take over as a couple of my underbosses. The final Picture was when I was 11, sat on my knee was the prettiest little girl wearing a blue pinafore dress and a white shirt under it, a pair of pink unicorn wellies on her feet, and her white, blonde hair was in pigtails which stuck out of the top of her head. The smile on her face lit up her whole aura and her stunning purple eyes that she inherited from the Vassilev blood line showed how happy the little girl was. I had loved
Violetta's POVI woke before my alarm went off, as I always did and rolled off the mattress, I called a bed and onto the dirt floor of the basement, I called my bedroom. I wasn't allowed to live in the main house, as I was a nobody to my mother and stepfather. Other than my mattress, I had a couple of drawers on the floor in which I kept the small collection of cloths in and a ratty blanket I had, had since I moved in here at 4. I stood up and went to the small shower room I had in the basement and turned on the water. Getting in quickly I washed myself as quickly as I could under the freezing cold water, I didn't pay them enough to warrant using the hot water, and the last time I was caught using it, I still have the scars on my back from the beating I got.My mother brought us here when I was four, telling me that my father was disgusted that I was a girl, that wasn't how I remembered him, but then maybe my 4-year-old brain was trying to protect me and made me think I was his little