Chapter 2

In no moment, with the aid of Ivan's reckless driving, we arrived at Big House, as fondly called by Bratvas - the Bratva Don and the head of the brotherhood mansion.

Shortly after, Ivan and I alighted. Briefly glancing over the cars packed across the compound, we passed through the gate after a few nods to the known guards before hurriedly advancing toward the door. We were covered in blood and it won't do any good for people to see how mortified we are in human fucking blood. Not that we fear anyone in the city of Moscow but it's a rule made by Viktor himself out of the blue moon a few ages ago.

‘Never should any Bratva appear drenched in blood.’

However, even with the hurry, I can notice the different changes from how we left the house. What's going on? No maids were even slacking off for me to grab her wrist and rush the baffled questions running through my mind. This is definitely a party setting.

“When was the last time we had a party?” Ivan murmured, his eyes glancing around with its ball almost gouging out of the socket.

That's actually right. When was the last time a general celebration was called amongst us Bratvas?

Well, Don does have one almost every month, inviting different brotherhood elites from the region home and abroad, but Sorat, like us, never got the chance to be in a room with them.

I stood in the hallway, my eyes flickering around as the girls ran to their respective duties - getting the chairs and some exotic wines that we only get to drink at Vélet set on the tables.

“Aleksandr!” I heard a loud voice behind me, and before I could turn back, Maria, the head maid, swiftly walked over to my front. Her eyes threw daggers from their dark.

“What's going on?” I asked, boring my curious gaze into her hardened face.

She raised her brow, furrowing the plastered massacre on her face. “Asking me?”

“I mean the occa—” I stuttered but was abruptly cut short.

Maria spat, kissing her teeth with a disgusted frown. “What a dumb strong ass!”

My fingers tightened into a clenched fist, and my knuckles were almost whitening from the force I used in restraining myself from blowing off her jaw.

Nonetheless, It was my fault.

I shouldn't have asked her such a question knowing obviously she makes mockery of every of my words. It has been her routine, acting like the Lady of the House whenever Don isn't around, I guess she has the little right to especially when she's one of his play toys used in cooling himself off even before the demise of his wife - it's not a secret although I do wonder does Madame Yulia also knew her husband fucks the head maid?

“Inform your fellow dumb ass kids to be mindful of their courtesy around Miss Natalia when she arrives,” Maria said while blowing on her nostril as she perceived the air like a dog.

I stood still, clenching tightly on my jaw as she ran her mouth, insulting the brothers. Well, it's not an ounce of her fault; it's Don's reckless dick that fucks her hence giving her the audacity. Shit!

“We aren't dum—” Ivan wanted to retort but trailed off after making eye contact with me.

Why bother trading words with a mere dick toy.

“Hey! Get lost” she waved her hands, shooing us away. “Don’t taint the pretty flowers' smell with your stinking bodies!” She glowered before walking away.

Her words snapped right into my head. Did she just call us stinking ass?

“I understand she's Don fuck pussy, but we demand respect from her. She isn't our boss, neither the Madame of the house,” Ivan gritted while we stared at her disappear from our sight.

“Let it go”

Ivan rolled his eyes. “As usual”

I clenched my fists tightly, gritting my teeth in anger, I wish I could twist her neck off that wrinkled neck. How dare her spouts her mouth around when she's just a fucking hag!

Moreover, I know that I am in the Kovalchuk clan already, and she shouldn't remind me of my position with her filthy mouth— ruining the little bit of joy I had left in me. I wish I could rip off that hag's mouth with my teeth.

“Fuck!”

I stormed out of the hallway with fury burning fiercely in my heart as I stomped on the ground with my boots and headed to my room located in the outer building - the Sorat apartment.

“I will crush her soon. I swear!”

I flunked the door open before stomping further into the bedroom but was suddenly taken aback when I spotted a female figure with her torso bent over at my bedside. Right at the moment, I could twist any irritating person's neck with the fiery rage burning in me.

I cautiously tip over to the girl's back before suddenly turning her over by her shoulder, making her jerk in shock.

“Vasilisa?..” Sir Viktor's daughter!

What's she doing in my room with her cleavages all packed in tight clothing?

“Why are you here?” I asked.

She strained her eyes while her gaze was locked with mine. “I came to drop a nice outfit for you to wear for tonight’s party,” she said, slightly grazing her bare neck with her neatly fixed nails, but I immediately looked away, not sparing a welcome face.

“Thanks” I mumbled and turned over to the bathroom entrance. “You can leave”

“Alek,” she snapped, making me abruptly stop at the bathroom entrance—That has been her usual way of calling me, which I never mind. It's kinda cute. But before I'd realize it, she had already wrapped her hands around my arm.

I released my furrowed brow whilst rolling my eyes in frustration. “Do you need my help with anything, Miss Vasilisa?” I asked.

“Why do you keep ignoring me?” She mumbled, her voice dripping with sadness. I raised my head at her, and her eyes were almost welling up with tears.

Gosh!

I hate to see her cry, perhaps she knew this and wanted to use it against me but sorry she got the wrong guy. I'm no longer the young Aleksandr who would always give the bigger cut of an apple to the little girl faking tears.

Any man could guess what she wants. Even she, herself, has once blurted it out. However, she needs to know she's chasing after the impossible. I've always considered her as a sister I've never had although I know our world is different.

“I guess I'm not beautiful enough for you to spare a glance.” She broke down into tears, threatening to fall for a while now.

“No. No. Vasilisa, don't limit yourself low,” I snapped, tilting my hands into my hair, frustrated by this over and over again meaningless brawl.

Truthfully, Vasilisa is a dazzling beauty. The rare one that would always catch any man's eyes. My gaze fell on her bobby boobs that stood right above her tiny waist, her curvy hips, and her fresh thigh was alluring in the little bummy shorts she wore.

I blinked my eyelid, gulping down the lump in my throat as my prick vein stretched out, ready to pounce. I could barely control the twitch it was making under my trousers.

She's a pretty girl every guy dreams of but which I dare not get near - Sir Viktor's only daughter whom he loves dearly above any other thing.

I'm good as dead the moment boss hears of I having a thing with his daughter. It's only for the best to avoid it even if it's going to hurt her. Sadly, she'll later realize I'm nothing to cry over.

“My head is just full with a lot of crazy thoughts, and as you can see, I have to change from this reeking stench,” I muttered, tilting my head down for her to see the blood-soaked I'm clothed in.

“No, I won't let go.” She tightened her grip firmly. “I love you, Alek, and you also know that. I've never felt this crazy stuff for anyone else and I won't cos my heart only and will only beat for you”

“I have to change before the boss arrives, ” I slowly took her hands off my arm, but instead of letting go, she tightened her grip more.

“We mustn't let someone see us in this manner!”

“I don't care!” she gritted back. Blinking her eyes rapidly, fighting back the tears I guess.

Gosh!

Why is she such a crybaby even after all these years?

“If you don't. I do!” I fired at her, burying my face in my palm. I'm tired of her driving me crazy. Fuck!

“Why? Because I'm my dad's daughter?” She mumbled, her hands trailing off on my arm.

“Yes.”

Gosh! I hate it that we are caught in this fucking web of different world. Why can't she just understand the world we live in is totally different and we can never be together, not even for a moment, because Viktor Don would never accept his beloved daughter loving a mere hitman.

“Leave. Right now. I won't want to carry you out of the room” I yank her hands off my arm. I hope she's not hurt by the graze my nails made, but should I care?

How dare I think of coveting what's of Sir Viktor Kovalchuk. Never in this world or I'll end up swarming in the pool of my blood.

Just so you know, that's how much my boss, Viktor Kovalchuk, the Bratva Don is dreaded. You don't dare toy with what is his or you get gunned down.