Chapter 7

Natalia POV

“So this was what he meant by that. Fuck bad D” Aleksandr mumbled, before bending down to clear the chest and its substance. Though, I couldn't understand what he meant by the ‘D’ and the word itself.

I arch my brow at his boldness to mutter a word before Viktor, maybe he didn't fear him as others do after all? Perhaps, Sergei made the right choice just as his hunch never fails him. “Aleksandr is the man for the job,” he says — I remembered the last night with him, in his old hideout, when he passed me Aleksandr's picture right before my departure to Malta. I never approve of a man whose eyes are full of endless loyalty but Sergei insisted. Who knows what that cunning head sees?

Nonetheless, we would see if truly he's the man for the job.

“Daughter, don't dare try anything funny afterward.” Viktor smiled at Vasilisa, who was reluctantly taking in the muffled tears in her eyes. “You know he pays for anything stupid coming from you.”

“I fucking hate you” Vasilisa spat.

Oh dammit!

Vasilisa shouldn't make this old man lose his patience. Just accept your lot; everyone does— I wanted to say, but I knew I stood no chance. My head is too precious to be cut off my neck, you know.

Viktor smiled “Darling, you'll learn, realize and then accept Dad always got the best for you”

“Against my wish” she snapped, her fluttered cheeks turning widely grim as he clenched on her pretty jaw.

“Because you choose not to see the light because of something lowly that can't give you the Vasilisa Kovalchuk that you are” Viktor muttered.

“I don't fucking need it! You, Vasilisa Kovalchuk, everything! All I need is him; I love him, Dad. Why is it so hard for you to accept us?! You've known this for a while yet you refuse to accept our reality.” Vasilisa cried.

“You're my precious daughter bred with the blood of a Kovalchuk; I can't do something that would hurt you,” his husky voice pierced the air.

Viktor bent to caress her cheeks while Vasilisa struggled to get his hands off her face— like a dramatic scene in those melodramatic movies I used to secretly watch in Sergei's hideout— I think the girl ended up biting the protagonist's finger.

“Damn, a Vasilisa Kovalchuk that can't get what her heart desires,” Vasilisa spat, her gaze piercing with her father's.

Suddenly, a muffled growl sneered into the air, making everyone flinched with their mouths agape. I swear, I saw Viktor shiver; well, I also did. The voice was filled with extreme anger and sadness.

“Vasilisa! Fucking snap out of it!” Aleksandr yelled. Running his left hand into his hair, he dropped the chest on the dining table before advancing to where Vasilisa was grasped down by the men.

“I'm fucking sick of all your crazy tantrums, it's wearying” he struggled to keep his gaze with her.

I felt a sharp cut run through my heart as I stared at the six feet and five hanky man across from where I was seated, ruffling his hair frustratedly while constantly taking in his lower lips. I know I had to do something, something to stop all this craziness, at least for now.

“Love who? Me? I can't even afford a one-carat diamond ring talkless of a five-carat that the Romanovs dashes out to pretty ladies yearly. Who are you to love me? What gave you the fucking right?!” Aleksandr palmed his face while pacing the spot he stood.

“You deserve a good life, far better from loving a bratva sorat”

His last sentence pierced through my heart— a mixed husky voice that held itself from letting out a sorrow. I know exactly what it is to hold down a grit, an anger and frustration.

With that, Aleksandr grabbed the chest and made his way out of the room, with a loud bang on the door that sent its frame cracking afterwards.

“Lock her in her room, for the time being,” Viktor said and retreated to his seat.

Immediately without resistance, the men carried the dazzled Vasilisa whose tears kept trickling down her eyes as she stared at space. Probably out of it.

Everyone instantly went quiet, just as if nothing of a big deal just happened. Is this a normal routine for them already?

Leaning forward behind my ear, which he bites softly, “Sorry for the early morning ruckus, honey” Viktor smiled.

I forced a smile in response to his creeping bite that sent shivers down my thigh, just as if the fucking dampness he had made on me earlier were relapsed by a magical touch from him. I struggled to force my thighs tightly closed, entwined between each other. I mustn't lose myself.

Shortly after, just as if in time. Like she was waiting for silence to resolute the room. A woman, I suppose to be in her mid-forties, entered with a wide smile plastered over her face. I think I met with her the first day. I have a knack for recognizing faces.

Followed by a few maids carefully carrying big trays in their hands as they marched in. The woman gestured with a tap, and immediately they walked over to the table, placing the trays in accordance till they were done.

“Wow” I tried struggling a gasp in but unfortunately, it escaped.

I glanced over the table decorated with expensive cuisine; I only get to eat when I visit Sergei's house — only on a party evening, if coincidentally. The Borscht soup and Beef Stroganoff were always the awesome delicacy. Gosh! All this for breakfast?!

I know I must be sophisticated, especially when I'm one province magistrate mistress daughter to Viktor, but nonetheless, this is magnificent for a common morning meal. Gosh! Damn, Sergei for always serving me black bread, all in the pursuit of making me stronger.

“Let's enjoy the meal,” Viktor said, more like the bravta way of blessing the food.

Yes, Let's do..!

Without wasting a second, Viktor grabbed the spoon and dipped in, munching hungrily on every bite.

“I'll be going out in an hour's time, cares to go out for a drive with Aleksandr?” Viktor broke the silence in between the muffled foods in his mouth.

For real?! Heaven surely must be helping me thus leading this old geezer to make the damn work easier for me than I thought it'd be— a drive just with my Сокровище мое

“A drive sounds great” I smiled. “Thanks, darling.”

“Nah, nah, nah. Anything for my sweet baby.” He replied, with a wide smile that flunked out a few pieces of the shashlik from his mouth.

I huffed softly while he kept his concentration on the food same as I am. Savoring a delicious meal with my parents' murderer.