Chapter 6

Natalia POV

“Aleksandr” Vasilisa called, slowly striding up from her seat with her eyes widened.

“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”

Just then, she stopped. She turned to face Viktor with her eyes spitting fire and redness from its depth. That's scary, I must say.

“No, Dad. You're wrong, this time. You broke the rule, and so do I,” she mumbled, tilting her flipping hair backward in anger.

Viktor chuckled softly, and a smirk curled at the edge of his mouth. “No, Vasilisa, you're wrong. As always”

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“My darling, you need to know there's never a rule between a father and a daughter,” Viktor said. “And this time, you cross the line”.

Did she cross any line? What line?

“No, Dad. You.. won't—” Vasilisa mumbled. Her voice cracked as she repeatedly flicked her eyelid. Scared? I guess.

But what does Viktor mean by that? He's absolutely not killing his beloved daughter, right? I mean, as the rumor said, he loves his daughter more than any other thing in the world, and judging by his words, that sounded more like a goodbye warning of those ruthless Mafia Lords— as he is. Is he seriously—?

“Grab her” he ordered the armed men standing behind the vacant seats.

“Dad?!” Vasilisa called, her voice trembling from fear.

Immediately, they strode to her in a flash and grabbed her arm backward. What's going on? Is Viktor just as mad asshole deadly as the worst rumors are? But shouldn't be to his daughter as well? My legs were starting to shiver as they were rooted on the floor, but I managed to keep my cool and now is the time. To act as my bratty daughter's mom.

“Honey,” I mumbled, barely out of my dried throat. “What's going on? They are hurting her?” I said, my voice cracking as the words came down with a tremble.

“Darling, sit and watch what happens to anyone who ruins my morning meal” he smiled and patted my shoulder softly before rising from the seat. Thankfully, I was able to control my thigh; I'd have gone down from the seat as his cold gaze met with my eyes.

Vasilisa struggled to break free from the men who tightly held her arm backward, but unfortunately, she was not a match for those hefty arms that didn't even move an inch from her. Her gaze tilted up at me, looking at me from the reddened corner of her eyes as Viktor stopped right in front of her. Why the fuck eyes? Screw you bitch!

She slowly moved her gaze to the intimidating image standing right in front of her, “Can't believe you're doing this to your daughter” she said.

“Doing this for the best because you're my daughter,” Viktor smiled.

“The best? And what's that?” She retorted like she had got some spare life. With the look on Viktor's eyeball, it's not a joke that he isn't gonna gun someone down at the moment. Vasilisa shouldn't trigger the shit out of him, even if he's her Dad, lives are petty to him. I know from experience.

“Honey” I called but was cut short by the thunderous echo.

“JUST FUCKING SIT BACK! Okay?”

Immediately, my throat involuntary gulped the lingering saliva in my mouth. Not just me, including everyone in the room. Just then, my gaze tilted at the nervous but handsome face, staring at me. Just as if I was being struck by a strange breeze, I smiled at the dazzled blank face. But immediately tilted my eyes down at my feet after realizing the shit I'd have ended up in. I mean, how can I fucking smile in this shitty moment that anyone could lose their head? Thank goodness, it wasn't followed with giggles.

He was standing right in front of the chest that was spilled with a dried white substance. Obviously, I can guess what it is, but I can't be so sure just on my hunch; however, if my instinct is right, then this is a damn fucking good news, not just to me but also to Sergei— that Viktor Don does contraband trades?

Amusing?

Aleksandr’s brow furrowed when he caught me smiling but I was quick to wade it off with a scared face. Just like everyone else.

Viktor bent to Vasilisa's height and waved some strands of hair away from her face while making sure to make a graze on her fluttered cheeks.

“I'll give you a chance to choose. Be my smart Vasilisa Kovalchuk, and don't let me down, or he pays for ruining my morning with his fucking intrusion. You know pretty well the consequences of that right?” Viktor pointed to Aleksandr who stood right at the entrance with his expression blank or rather grim.

It's a bit hard to get what's going on in the dickhead mind. At a time, handsome. At a time, he was nervous, and now, his eyes were darkened with blackness.

“Dad, he's nothing to be involved in with our deal. You said it yourself; he's nobody,” Vasilisa muttered, clenching tightly on her jaw while she struggled against those guys' grasp.

“Good!” Viktor smiled, rising to his feet with his hands rooted in his pants pocket. “Deal sealed then, get ready to marry Mikhail Romanov's son. Dad got this for you. The best than a nobody”

“WHAT!”

“Da..d”

“Hone..y”

“Do..”

My eyes widened, and I wasn't able to process how many gasps went into the air.

For the best or for his greed? Now it seems I'm getting the strings— the white substance, the marriage to the powerful politician in town. I see a rotten bastard will remain a rotten asshole. Even to his daughter? But unfortunately, not with my eyes widened open will I watch Viktor rise to the stage of impeccable. I'm gonna cut his fucking wings before he flies. I will make him pay for the countless innocent lives including those he took from me.

Trust me on this, Viktor, it's either we both jump to hell fucking drenched in our reeking blood, or I die with that balls of yours ripped off with my mouth.

Now, the plan takes place, initially just as it should be— time to get the pretty pussy to work.

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