Chapter 3

I shovel Vasilisa's arm away before storming to the bathroom. To yank off my bloody reeking clothes.

No doubt, I could feel her teary gaze behind me but too bad, there's nothing a hitman like I can offer a pretty

daughter of Viktor Kovalchuk Don. Well, I won't blame Vasilisa for falling. Of course, any lady would, with the sight of a six feet and five tall white, gray-skinned man hovering around them and a slender, leaned build with a toned waist that carries a freaking long stubby dick.

I titled back and slammed the door closed, firmly before proceeding to take off my clothes – twirling off the black shirt button before tossing it over the shower stand, then my blood stained white pants. My cock bounced out the moment I released it from the tight boxer, it must have been stuffed after the graze with Vasilisa. Gosh! Her body always drives me nuts. Will I be able to resist her forever? Any man won't be able to.

The bathroom window was closed, but I could see spikes of scorchy afternoon light penetrating the dirty wall of the room. I turned on the shower and the water flowed freely over my hair down to my bare skin. “So refreshing”

A moan slipped out of my mouth as the water caressed my bloodstained face before streaming down to my hairy chest. The moment was so refreshing that I didn't realize when I shut my eyes closed and started stroking my erect cock. My fingers were wrapped around the pink cap as it trails the stretched veins on it. It's calling to be jerked to satisfaction.

Unfortunately, I rarely masturbate. Why should I when they're thousands of girls hovering around to have a taste of how my cum feels.

I jerked my erect cock down with a few strokes, making a little cum spit on the floor but it was soon washed away. That's it for now— Irina will release the rest. I raised my face directly to the shower stand, and the water splashed over my face. Then my thoughts wandered to the little boy from earlier clutching onto the rebel cloth while screaming, “Daddy”. Perhaps I could have saved the little soul?

I tilted my head down in sorrow. But that was it, I could only feel my heart tightened. Nothing more followed, not even a tear. That's who I am. A fucking murderer! That's what Bratva turned me into and there's no going back. No remorse or feeling sorry. It's either I kill or I get killed.

Moreover, I can never defy Viktor's order. How dare I? If he were to know I left a talking soul alive after witnessing the gruesome killing, I'd surely be buried alive or get my skin peeled off. Those punishments are nothing of a much big deal to a ruthless man like my boss.

“I only did the right. A rebel son is also a rebel, so I merely killed off a rebel,” I murmur and turn the shower off, making the water splashing stop. It's only right that I survive.

Just as I was about to step out of the bathroom, I heard a loud clamoring of husky voices as I possessed, followed by the screeching sound of cars pulling over in the compound– They're here.

Shit! I've got to hurry my ass out and assemble before his entrance or I end up in the underground room for filial punishment.

Yes. That is power – The power of a powerful Bratva lord that every of his house inhabitants feared, and no one dares go against the custom of assembling before the Don whenever he's back from a trip or an outing.

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“Welcome Don!!!”

A loud unison of voice thundered as soon as the door opened, revealing the usual aura of fear he imposes with his black hair partly dominating with the gray ones. A dark sunshade was placed over his wrinkled face to cover his scary dark eyes that looked like that of a tiger ball. Shortly after, the other side door creaked open, revealing the flawless legs I've ever set my eyes on – “She's out,” I heard faint murmurs from the maids.

I tilted my gaze toward the image alighting from the car with extreme elegance like those of rich heiresses attending the Gala red carpet. She walked over, curling her steps as she moved towards Viktor Don's side with a pretty wide smile plastered over her face. She tilted her eyes around the house, the smile still curled on her red rosy lips before wrapping her hands on the Don's arm.

She's the new Madame! This petite figure captured the heart of Viktor Kovalchuk?

“Wow. She's fucking pretty” Ivan chips behind my ear. I know right. She's fucking beautiful, I'd admit she's worthy of capturing any man's heart. It's just so amazing that a hardened man like my boss is no exception.

“Welcome the new Lady of the house. She's Natalia Petrova” Viktor said, flashing a soft smile at the lady curled beside him but which immediately vanished the moment he tilted his head at us. “No one dares disobey her. You fucking look down on her then you suck your fucking blood” his thick Russian accent penetrated through the air.

The girl chuckled softly. Her dimples are almost revealing as he opens her mouth to speak but then closes it the moment our eyes meet. Out of fear and admiration, I quickly averted my gaze to my feet but I could feel the lingering eyes lurking on me. Viktor's? Her’s or the others? I wanted to raise my gaze to check, but I couldn't; my heart was thumping so fast that I didn't realize Don was calling my name.

“Aleksandr”

“Aleksandr.”

“Aleksandr!!” His voice thundered, making me and the others flinch. He removed his shades in a flash, his dark eyes glared at me and chills ran down my spine. Fuck! Did I just ruin his mood?

“Have you gone deaf?!” He gritted.

I took a few steps forward from the line, standing right across Viktor and the new Madame. I could hear faint murmurs from my back, the maids I guess. They're always the talkatives of every slight issue. However, I pray I won't get killed for this.

“I see cat got his tongue,” Miss Natalia said, her voice dripping with sarcasm followed by a soft laugh like someone having great fun.

I see she's the sassy type.

“I'm sorry, Don, my thoughts wandered away for a moment,” I pleaded, dropping my gaze to my feet with my hands clutched behind my waist. Shit! Do I have to be this pathetic in front of a pretty lady? She must also see me as nothing more than a mere Sorat

“Hope you won't fly along with your fucking wandering head. Soon” Viktor mumbled, before throwing one of the Rolls-Royce keys at me.

Thank goodness, I was able to catch it as soon as it flew into my arms. But what for?

“Your new post is now behind my wife's car steel. She's new to Moscow, make sure to tend to her like you would do to me. You fucking get that into your skull?”

What!

My eyes widened just as his voice crept over my body, making my legs wobble as his words echoed into my ears. His wife's driver? This sassy pussy? When we've got numerous Bratva drivers? Am I seriously nothing more than a Sorat to Don as well just as other views me?

I'm a Bratva, not a dick toy driver! I wanted to yell out but I couldn't. I dare not. My tongue was caught in between my poor mouth.

“Nice meeting you. I'd prefer you calling me Natalia, you can add Miss if you wish.” She stretched her hands out. For a shake, I guess. But am I allowed to? With Viktor's presence emitting its dark aura?

I see she is one ‘cut to the chase’ person. It's quite amusing seeing a lady that cut right to the chase without the fear of being in the web of the Bratvas. She waved her hands at my face, beckoning me to take the shake. I tilted my gaze up to look at Don's expression and hers. She was smiling widely while Viktor was blank. As usual. I guess I can take the shake; it'd be a brief touch, after all.

“I'm Aleksandr” I mumbled and shakily took her hand.

Holy fuck!

I'd be down in my grave If only I could blurt the words out— Her hands were so soft like a melting candy and the coldness of her hand sparkled a tingling sensation through my body making my cock twitch in between my laps – screaming to be freed that I didn't realize how tightly I've curled my hoarse palm around her pretty fingers.

However, the lovely moment was abruptly cut short when the familiar annoyed voice thundered into my hearing.

“What's going on here?!”