“God I’ve never wanted to hurt a motherfucker so bad,” Shadow grunts.
I shake my head laughing as I walk back inside to check on Angel. I just left her there staring at her best friends ashes, and that’s where I find her still when I get back inside.
I don’t ask if she’s all right and I don’t say anything other than I love you. She doesn’t respond, and I didn’t expect her too. I know she loves me; she’s just in an extremely dark place. I’ve only been in her life less than half a year, and I’ve uprooted almost every single damn aspect of it.
Her phone rings drawing her out of her mourning. She sighs and pulls her phone from her back pocket. She breathes in deep before standing and walking towards my chapel. She’s not invading my space; she wants me in the same room with her, and this is the closet for the most privacy.
“Hello Uncle Yuriy. I’d prefer it if you speak English, please,” Angel says as she puts her phone on speaker.
“It seems you’ve made a mess princess.” His deep Russian accent comes through.
“Yes, well… we all knew Vlad was best for those, so it’s only suiting I follow right?”
“So is what I saw on the news true my dear niece; did you put a bullet into my brother’s head?”
Oh, f**k! She didn’t tell me she was waiting on a call from her actual uncle.
“I did,” she says simply.
Her uncle sighs. “I always knew he would cause his own death. So what do you want from me Winter?”
“I’m wondering if I should shave my head bald and change my name,” she laughs out but it’s forced.
“I’ve already taken over,” he answers and her entire body relaxes. “You only did what was inevitable.”
“Uncle, I know what I’m about to ask is a lot, but I beg of you, please take in consideration everything I’ve gone through,” she chokes out. This f**ker must really scare her.
“Speak princess.”
“I was wondering if you could have someone pack up my belongings and send them to me. I didn’t really bring much with me when I ran. And if… and if… can I have my trust fund,” she rushes out.
“I’ll tell you what, niece of mine. If you agree to visit at least one holiday a year, I will grant you all of these things.”
Oh hell to the no. Over my dead body. She is not going back there.
“May I bring my boyfriend with me if I visit?” she asks.
“You may.”
“Then I agree with your terms uncle,” she whispers.
“You will have all of what you ask within seventy two hours. Not an hour longer. I will see you on this year’s American Christmas.”
“Yes and thank you uncle; see you in a few months,” she says.
“Da,” he says clicking off. “Yes.”
“What the hell did you just do? I thought you wanted away from that life. I thought you didn’t want any ties to your old life, Angel.”
I can’t help it; I’m so f**king pissed. Haven’t we already dealt with enough from her family? I mean come the hell on!
“He could have me killed so fast by putting a large price on my head. He chooses to be an uncle and not an avenger for my father’s death. He is also sending me my belongings. Not everything from that life was bad. I went to good schools, had good friends, my trophies. Everything from my childhood I want back. I also want my money. I only got away with what I saved behind my father’s back. Do you know how much money is in my trust? I may be what some call a mafia princess, but my mother was of a royal line. She’s not dead; I have no I idea where she is. She left me that when she left my father and from what I was told, it wasn’t even a quarter of what my mother had. My money is untouchable to anyone else. I know that is the only reason my uncle is going to have the lawyers transfer it to me. I wasn’t supposed to get it until I turned twenty five.”
I do want to know how much money is worth visiting once a year for the rest of her life and I’m not ashamed to ask her either.
“How much is this risk worth besides just your belongings?”
“Only one hundred and twelve million,” she says and smiles.
She’s shitting me; I know she is. There is no way this woman ran away from that much money all because of some shit her father did.
“I know what you’re thinking and I was gonna go back when the time came. It’s mine. My mother left it to me and no one else. Some of my belongings are the only things I have of hers. So there you have it.”
“I need to sit down,” I say.
Fuck, I feel like a pansy. She doesn’t need me to take care of her. She’s proven that. She’s been raped, she’s killed people, and she’s lost her best friend. She’s also a f**king millionaire. I’m just this useless piece of trash biker. She’s also a mafia princess and has royal blood running through her veins. How in the hell did I allow this shit to happen? I fell in love with someone who will most likely leave me. I can’t friggin’ breathe. Shit.
“Brax,” I hear her say through the sound of blood pounding my ears. “Baby.”
I grip my hair so tight as I silently scream f**k over and over again in my head. She jerks both my hands out of my hair, forcing her angelic golden eyes to my dark and cloudy gray ones.
“What’s wrong?”
What’s wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong. She’s gonna leave me and I’m gonna have to kill my f**king self because I won’t be able to live without her.
I shake my head laughing as I walk back inside to check on Angel. I just left her there staring at her best friends ashes, and that’s where I find her still when I get back inside.
I don’t ask if she’s all right and I don’t say anything other than I love you. She doesn’t respond, and I didn’t expect her too. I know she loves me; she’s just in an extremely dark place. I’ve only been in her life less than half a year, and I’ve uprooted almost every single damn aspect of it.
Her phone rings drawing her out of her mourning. She sighs and pulls her phone from her back pocket. She breathes in deep before standing and walking towards my chapel. She’s not invading my space; she wants me in the same room with her, and this is the closet for the most privacy.
“Hello Uncle Yuriy. I’d prefer it if you speak English, please,” Angel says as she puts her phone on speaker.
“It seems you’ve made a mess princess.” His deep Russian accent comes through.
“Yes, well… we all knew Vlad was best for those, so it’s only suiting I follow right?”
“So is what I saw on the news true my dear niece; did you put a bullet into my brother’s head?”
Oh, f**k! She didn’t tell me she was waiting on a call from her actual uncle.
“I did,” she says simply.
Her uncle sighs. “I always knew he would cause his own death. So what do you want from me Winter?”
“I’m wondering if I should shave my head bald and change my name,” she laughs out but it’s forced.
“I’ve already taken over,” he answers and her entire body relaxes. “You only did what was inevitable.”
“Uncle, I know what I’m about to ask is a lot, but I beg of you, please take in consideration everything I’ve gone through,” she chokes out. This f**ker must really scare her.
“Speak princess.”
“I was wondering if you could have someone pack up my belongings and send them to me. I didn’t really bring much with me when I ran. And if… and if… can I have my trust fund,” she rushes out.
“I’ll tell you what, niece of mine. If you agree to visit at least one holiday a year, I will grant you all of these things.”
Oh hell to the no. Over my dead body. She is not going back there.
“May I bring my boyfriend with me if I visit?” she asks.
“You may.”
“Then I agree with your terms uncle,” she whispers.
“You will have all of what you ask within seventy two hours. Not an hour longer. I will see you on this year’s American Christmas.”
“Yes and thank you uncle; see you in a few months,” she says.
“Da,” he says clicking off. “Yes.”
“What the hell did you just do? I thought you wanted away from that life. I thought you didn’t want any ties to your old life, Angel.”
I can’t help it; I’m so f**king pissed. Haven’t we already dealt with enough from her family? I mean come the hell on!
“He could have me killed so fast by putting a large price on my head. He chooses to be an uncle and not an avenger for my father’s death. He is also sending me my belongings. Not everything from that life was bad. I went to good schools, had good friends, my trophies. Everything from my childhood I want back. I also want my money. I only got away with what I saved behind my father’s back. Do you know how much money is in my trust? I may be what some call a mafia princess, but my mother was of a royal line. She’s not dead; I have no I idea where she is. She left me that when she left my father and from what I was told, it wasn’t even a quarter of what my mother had. My money is untouchable to anyone else. I know that is the only reason my uncle is going to have the lawyers transfer it to me. I wasn’t supposed to get it until I turned twenty five.”
I do want to know how much money is worth visiting once a year for the rest of her life and I’m not ashamed to ask her either.
“How much is this risk worth besides just your belongings?”
“Only one hundred and twelve million,” she says and smiles.
She’s shitting me; I know she is. There is no way this woman ran away from that much money all because of some shit her father did.
“I know what you’re thinking and I was gonna go back when the time came. It’s mine. My mother left it to me and no one else. Some of my belongings are the only things I have of hers. So there you have it.”
“I need to sit down,” I say.
Fuck, I feel like a pansy. She doesn’t need me to take care of her. She’s proven that. She’s been raped, she’s killed people, and she’s lost her best friend. She’s also a f**king millionaire. I’m just this useless piece of trash biker. She’s also a mafia princess and has royal blood running through her veins. How in the hell did I allow this shit to happen? I fell in love with someone who will most likely leave me. I can’t friggin’ breathe. Shit.
“Brax,” I hear her say through the sound of blood pounding my ears. “Baby.”
I grip my hair so tight as I silently scream f**k over and over again in my head. She jerks both my hands out of my hair, forcing her angelic golden eyes to my dark and cloudy gray ones.
“What’s wrong?”
What’s wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong. She’s gonna leave me and I’m gonna have to kill my f**king self because I won’t be able to live without her.
