Chapter 5

Natalia POV

“Fuck”

My eyes tilted open as the ray of the sunshine pierced through the window, glimmering its light on my face. I must have knocked out, who wouldn't after a whole two gulp of Vodka bottles?

I stretched my arm over the side of the bed, hoping to hit with the log of a body beside me but thankfully, there were none. He must have gotten up already; he's an old geezer of time, after all.

“Shit,” I held onto my spinning head as I emerged from the bed, stomping my bare feet on the cold, tilted floor. It felt different.

It must be. Moreover, it's a Bratva Don mansion, his master bedroom, to be precise. I wasn't able to admire the beautiful house yesterday as I was awfully drunk and carried into the room. But now that I'm glancing over the neatly decorated furniture, the golden tables, and the rich expensive wooden terrace. Gosh! I must say Viktor Kovalchuk is filthy wealthy, just as rumored.

“Good morning Madame”

I flinched as I heard two pretty calm voices just right in front of the bathroom door. My head spun wider as the unexpected two ladies remained bowed with their heads almost touching their knees.

“You can rest up,” I said, curling my hair in between my palms.

“Thanks, ma'am,” they responded but were cautious enough to bow again. Was their previous Madame harsh on them?

I see no reason for all this overly respectful stuff, or is it because it's new to me? Would I find it pleasant later on? Well, I don't think so.

“Who are you guys?”

“We’re the assigned maids till you'd adjust to the house,” one of them said.

“Don's order?” I asked. Obviously, it's his doing, but honestly, isn't he being too obsessed over a sweet pussy that might not be his.

“Why are you standing in front of the door? I need to go,” I said, glaring at the girls' faces. They are pretty, I must say. They must have been fucked by Viktor? I guess we're pretty much an ally opposite then.

“To bathe you, ma'am,” they both spoke with eloquence that hit me hard on my jaw.

My lips parted softly. Are they kidding me? Why would they do so? Is this some order from Viktor as well? Fuck! I need no fully grown woman to bathe me, not like I'm cripple.

“I'm not a baby, you know right? So you should report to your boss that there's no need to bathe me” I retorted before shoveling them aside from the door.

What an odd way of being a pervert.

Even if it's an order, they should have declined. Who would want to bathe a fully grown woman like she is? Crude!

My eyes grew wider as I stepped into the bathroom. It's was fucking sparkling white! And the spacious bathtub isn't a joke man. Someone would have thought I'm from an impoverished house with the way I spin around in admiration of the beautiful bathroom that looks nothing compared to that of my tiny room in Sergei's hideout.

“Life is fucking good for a fucking murderer” I gritted, clenching tightly on my fists in an aid to restrain myself from smashing those innocent pretty vases out of the anger spurring in me

I ran my hand through my silk hair, holding myself down from bursting into the tears I've been restricting for the past twenty-three years. I know I must stay strong, especially at this crucial time when I'm now in the lion's den.

“Not now, Natalia. Not now”

I sighed deeply, exhaling the hot breath out of my clenched throat. Leaning my head backward before stepping into the filled bathtub with my silky nightie, I forced my eyes shut. I could say no one can control their feelings the best as I do, all thanks to the hell of training from Sergei.

And now that I'm here, I mustn't let him down— his effort in putting me through till now and his own selfish goal to make the plan succeed. I don't even dare let him down or I lose my head off my neck.

“Ma'am, breakfast is being served” one of the girls' voices from earlier came again.

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I strode over to the large dining room that was spacious enough for a living room. There, I could spot some familiar faces from yesterday and from the party. Not joining the meal but were on their feet, waiting patiently behind every one of the vacant seats.

The men were quite intimidating with their fierce looks but I could feel their shivers the moment I walked into the room, my silk gown flowing freely behind me.

“Good morning to the house.” I smiled before taking a seat beside Viktor, whose gaze was solely on his phone.

“You left before I would be awake” I pouted, wrapping my arm over his shoulder.

“Natalia baby, do not be offended, darling. Got some important shit to wrap up” he coaxed.

“Really? I never knew some important shit is more valuable than I am” I faked an angry face and put my hands away from his shoulder.

Then, he put down his phone before focusing his gaze on me. But I was quick to catch a glimpse of what he was staring at before the screen went blank. ‘We can seal the deal with the chest?’

What's that?

“Natalia baby,” he began, relaxing his temple while the other hand made its way to my thigh. “C’mon! You know you'll always come first”.

I smiled faintly as his hands stopped right in front of my slit cladded with the lace G-string that I wore. His thumb was softly pressing against my swollen clit, I parted my legs slightly as I felt the wetness sliding down to my pant. He must have felt the dampness. Fuck!

My body shuddered when his thumb parted my pant before making its way to the two stubby lips of mine damped with wetness. I clenched my jaw tightly, holding back the moans that threatened to burst out. Holy hell!

Everyone went silent just as it was, without anyone knowing what was going on. The large table covered my legs and his hands with his penetrating moves. Suddenly, he removed his hand and his face went blank with a smirk.

“Fuck” I mumbled. I wish he never stopped.

Though he's a dickhead yet he has this petty way of making me want him down my wet pussy; he must know this and used it in teasing my feeble pussy.

“Sweet bunny” he smiled.

He took his thumb to his mouth, licking every nook of it like he got a sweet sauce on it. This must have drawn the attention of others. “Why is he licking his hands when the meal hasn't even been served?” must be the thought rampaging their head.

Everyone looked up when they heard a loud clatter of glass coming from the stairs.

“Here comes the pretty flower”

“Hey!” Vasilisa beckoned to a maid, just as she descended from the stairway. “Clean it up” she ordered.

Early morning ruckus.

She strode over to the table, aggressively drawing it before the maids would help.

“Good morning daughter”

“A morning is never good with a slut’s presence”

My eyes twitched as her words hit me. Was I going soft on her? Is it until I jerk that filthy mouth backward, she'd realize I'm now her mom. She has no choice, just I also don't have one.

“That's—”

“Vasilisa!” Viktor called. His husky voice echoed the room softly.

“What?” Vasilisa asked, raising his brow against him.

“I thought I raised you better than that,” he said.

She rolled her eyes, leaning backward on the chair. “Exactly. I thought the Bratva had rules better than a pop-up gangsters store”

Of course. They are heartless scumbag that kills just as their rules demand. They follow their damn rules like a crazy dog.

“What are you getting at?” Viktor said, his eyes piercing through with his daughter.

“You know exactly what I'm talking about, don't you?” Her voice dripped with caution.

“No, I don't” Viktor snapped.

“Aleksandr!” she retorted.

What about him? My eyes widened, looking around to see if he was present. But he isn't. Then, what's about a Bratva hitman to a pretty daughter of a Don?

“Vasilisa! He's just a filthy boy from the dirty street. No rules were broken in putting him in his place”

“His place?” Vasilisa scoffed. “That's being a driver and yet your executioner at night?”

Viktor looked away when a bit of an awkward silence streamed down his body. I could feel it— a sense of guilt but was soon covered with hoarseness.

“I don't know why you're obsessed over that boy, but whatever it is, it's not gonna work. He works and will die for the Bratva”

The silence was caught short the moment everyone turned to the entrance after the loud crash of a wooden chest hit the tiled floor. What the hell is he doing here?

Wait, what’s that in the chest? My brow furrowed at the strange but familiar substances scattered over the tilted floor.

Oh no, It can't be what I'm thinking.

Viktor Don does contraband trade?