Thirty three hours… Twenty four minutes… five seconds. Now six.
Maybe I should crash my car.
How about acting sick? Bullshit. She wouldn't even care and spend all the time with that British brat… What was his name again… Lu.. Liam, right. Forest fucking green eyes, wish I could gorge them out and burn it to ashes.
Pointless, she will hate me more but do I care for her opinion- yes. Absolutely yes.
I am going mad with this obsession, this pull and push. Itching. Boiling to a point where she could be the only coolant I ever needed.
Twenty five minutes has passed yet she is nowhere, right word- hiding from me. Bluntly putting, avoiding me. Is my hunter reluctant to capture me? Come on, I am offering myself on a silver platter of all this gorgeous, handsome meat. Please don't betitle it. Actually, it is offending.
I am fed up with this little game of hide and seek. Each minute feels like suffocation of not seeing her or not hearing her smart ass comebacks.
Missing those deviant looks from her dark chocolate eyes that makes me tease, fluster those liquid heaven with a bit of cream, leaving an after effects of bitter sweet taste in my senses, the satisfaction and the word enough makes me think- I could be human in her presence.
I chuckled mirthlessly at the double edged sword I have sharpened with my own hands.
"I didn't know you ever had such an expression before, Vlad."
My face hardened the moment I saw the very version of my sperm-donor. Nicholas Rulan Yusupov, my stepbrother who is apparently the only family member I don't hate or want his blood on my hands.
"If my thoughts served right- I never requested your presence here."
"Ouch, brother. I came here to support you, every damn time and season. Forgot? Or it is something about a little Indian-"
"Speak another word. You. Will. Have. No. Tongue. And. Eyes. Nicholas." I snarled, face to face with him while enunciating each word for him to understand- She is mine. Mine.
My face hardens at the thoughts spiraling in dreadful situations of unknown future outcomes that my little Koscheka has been noticed. She was supposed to be staying inside the fucking garage not flaunting to be a target. Where the fuck did I go wrong?
Like a caged feral animal inside, chaos blooming in my stream of veins… I am losing control, the fucking God damn restrain of the monster within me. Hating, regretting the moment that I gave into this lustful obsession of making her mine when I already own a honorary position of the 'Demon'- who carves for souls, bathes in blood by the night, and sits on the piles of dead bodies as victory.
A warning red bulb that should have kept me far as fuck from Anushka but what did I do? Fucking blast the indication.
Now? The dead bastards who should have stayed in hell that I granted to these souls are talking, seeking revenge, and they will exploit this weakness of mine.
Within seconds Nicholas was pinned against the wall,
"How did you find out?" I seethed at him.
"Ow… brother… hold on your horses-" I pressed the pressure point at the back of his neck, further cutting down his blood flow slowly towards the brain. "Dammit! Fine fucker, I simply guessed!" I narrowed my eyes, dangerously and dragged him further up to the wall as his legs dangled. I don't believe in those bullshit words.
"I swear by my blood oath!!"
I threw Nicholas aside letting him breath yet I wasn't satisfied with the answer he gave me.
Never. Ever. Until I am pretty sure I see her, smell her, and trap her into my arms as I hear Anushka's erratic heart beat against my chest will be the solution to my demons erupting from the abyss.
Unnecessary thoughts of bleeding crimson drips in my imagination.
My breath slows down like a predator who is ready for a hunt. The monster within snarling at the leash I have kept him for years. I wanted to let him go to protect her but at what consequences.
The monster has no sense of empathy, while only care in claiming his primal need. Satiating his thirst for her and ultimately ruining Anushka for anyone. I am tempted but I also know the after effects.
Losing her is not even a word in my dictionary.
"Ask Zalyozhev to tail Anushka."
"The General of your chess board, how interesting. Does this Indian woman have that importance in your life?"
More than you can think of. I never needed to word them to this mule but my gaze was enough to say- 'I'm serious'.
"Understood Pakhan" I looked deadpan at his sarcasm.
Pesky little shit breathing the same air as me without a bone of fear, maybe, just maybe- the fact of information that he has over me is getting into his head, thinking that he has a vital advantage.
That's where Nicholas is fucking wrong. I am always a step ahead. Whether it be in his fixation of chess or manipulative games. I will topple the house of cards and shred them like starters.
My personal cabin's door was ripped open, figuratively speaking. Someone doesn't even know the courtesy of knocking.
Both of our gazes land on a brooding man taller than us with an eye of nonchalance and superiority aura. Behind him, his little version. Cut, copy, and paste from personality to features.
Rudraveer Pratap Rathore, King of Jodhpur and his little prince Rudraksh Pratap Rathore.
Lost his wife to our rival mafia gang which is the same dread I'm fearing upon Anushka because that dogshit of a gang loses their nut once in a while and my mafia takes the hit.
I am going to clean the bastards with blood.
"I hadn't called for a meeting. Why this unnecessary gathering in an unusual place?"
"I know that one of you two has the Queen"
Great.
Nicholas steps in with a shit dead grin at him "And if we had?"
"Just a warning, I am going to get my wife back whether this starts a war or not. I don't give a dime to it."
I am the Pahkan but there are factions in the order. Nicholas is the mastermind in the disguise of a tyrant. He can switch from being an absolute provoking bastard to a bull who sees only red.
Whereas, Rudra is the mediator in disguise of a devil who used to work along with his wife. She gathers the intel and he eradicates it. Apart from that he is the support to the Bratva through first graded medicines to tranquilizers and beyond.
Lastly, the shadow- who operates the international trades and businesses for this Bratva to run without any hitch.
"How?"
A sly smirk quirks at the corner of his mouth.
Figures no plan or lack of thereof, just hitting his head straight into the lair to trap his amnestic wife who has no god damn clue- who Rudra is to her.
Impersonating her best friend or used to be.
"For a warning… You wouldn't have come all the way to the States."
"I am leaving my son at your responsibility, Vladimir"
"Do I look like a babysitter?"
"Why my brother not me?"
I looked at Nicholas as if he did understand the meaning of responsibility. He will be a bad influence to that little shit by all means. I know, and I am right.
Neither of us isn't a good influence.
"What happened to the former Queen?" I raised my eyebrow at him as he leisurely longues on the only sofa in the small spacing of the room.
"Pilgrimage trip." I groaned, Indians and their rituals. Can't even wrap my head on these things or their fixation on Gods. Plural.
"Find someone." I said in the clipped tone. I am already handful with an untamed kitten, and now this tiny shit in the ride, not happening.
Rudra gives a sharp nod to his son as in telepathy or what-so-ever happening between the two comes into a conclusion.
The minion walked out of my cabin.
"Hey fuckers, why I am not an option?" Nicholas pipes in "I can take care of the brat. He loves me and I love him."
"I don't give my son to a bachelor who sleeps with anything that has a hole or holes" Sharp. I smirked.
"Vladimir is no saint either, fucker! I am revoking our friendship, devil's spawn."
He looks a beat at Nicholas and turns his gaze at me,
"Anushka Vaidyanath" I clench my jaw, surprisingly it doesn't crack at the pressure. "I might have a proposition…"
"Speak."
"A female guard in exchange for taking care of my son."
"Done"
As I said- she always comes first.
Now, indeed, I have a devil's minion in my ride. Fucking shit of tragedy.
*~*~*~*~
Miami Grand Prix, a total of 19.5 miles approximately, nineteen corner points, three long straights, and finally to win this circuit- I need to lap it fifty seven times.
"Uncle Vlad"
I sighed seeing a four year-old, below the height of my knees and piercing heterochromic eyes, a mixture of gray and amber, wide yet relatively dead. Not complaining, it makes my babysitting much easier.
I gave him an affirmative grunt.
"Up"
I raised my eyebrow at this little shit's command, no, nada, of any sort of request. He speaks as if- I am his commander. Aren't babies supposed to be cute, no? Fucking brat.
Reluctantly, I picked the minion and placed him on my arms. Damp of awkwardness lingers in the air as it was my first time to have a child in my arms.
Would it be the same… when I hold our baby?
Warmth filled my non-exsistent heart and my cock twitched to life, eager to bred her- the fuck what?!
A small hand smacks my face twice as I refocus back to reality. Rudraksh points me to a bunch of people.
Tension between Anushka and Scarlet was visible. Something shit has happened when I was away.
My feet dragged me towards the crowd.
"... Vlad and you have been spotted in compromising positions, are you denying the evidence, Anna?"
I clenched my jaw as my grip tightened. This whore.
Nerves coiled in tension,
"Mama!"
My eyes snapped to the little brat in my arms and daring to call her mama. The fuck mama?!
Devil's minion's eyes were no longer dead instead brimming in innocence and a visible wobble of his lower lips.
Fucking fuck. Oscar winning act. If I hadn't known this little shit, I would have trampled into his act of a lost boy.
When I shifted my gaze back to the tension, my eyes locked with the liquid ambrosia.
A zip of shock lazed with pleasure vibrated through my spin hitting my motor nerves and everything bleaked out.
Finally after forty hours of being apart.
Am I still counting? Fucking yes.