The Mercenaries Mafia Don [M\M]

05 - Five - Nikita Russo's Point Of View.

The look of the Russo mansion was far more welcoming than I thought it would be to me. I knew this prison at the very least.

"Before we go in, there are a couple of things I want to tell you," Viktor said, and turned to look at me. "The first time we met, someone tried to shoot you and missed. They hit me instead. It was the main reason that weeks later, I paid someone to make a fake contract. It would end up in your hands, claiming that your job was to collect information from me. It was all about finding out why you were a target that night. That changed when I realized I wanted you."

"I know about all of that, Viktor. Like I said, you tried many means to make me yours. But never once did you think to ask me if I wanted any of that. It's like no one cares about my feelings if they can use me for something. I mean, I get it, but it gets exhausting eventually."

"In the future, I will try my hardest to make your feelings matter," he said, and I wanted to laugh. He was saying something that he wouldn't be able to do, even if he had the best intentions. Viktor just didn't value anyone's feelings unless they were his.

"Please don't say that. You won't, and I don't want to put trust in empty words." I muttered and got out of the vehicle. Henchmen came and got the things out of the trunk before I could, and I just followed the henchmen inside. Viktor took over and showed me around.

"This is my personal space. Please make yourself at home here." Viktor said, pulling a key out of his pocket and unlocking the door.

"Your security here is very lax in terms of locks. You could just pick that lock and it would pop right open."

He pushed the door open, and the space was clean and pretty empty, almost like the man didn't live here. "Have you actually lived in this space?"

"Yes, I live here most of the time."

"Doesn't look like anyone lives here."

"I've used this place plenty of times." Viktor said. I raised an eyebrow, skeptical of his claim. The pristine condition of this part of the mansion suggested otherwise. It felt more like a showpiece than a lived-in home. But I didn't press the matter further, deciding to explore the rest of the Russo mansion instead.

Viktor led me through the grand hallways, showcasing each room with pride. As we walked, I couldn't help but notice the opulence that surrounded us. Expensive artwork adorned the walls, and the furniture exuded elegance and luxury. They had spared no expense in creating this mansion, but I was also different from the last time I was here.

We entered a room with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked a perfectly manicured garden. It was breathtaking, and I couldn't help but be captivated by the view. It was full of all kinds of unique books and couches to read them.

"This is my favorite room," Viktor said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "I often come here to think and find peace."

I turned to face him, surprised by his vulnerability. It was a side of him I hadn't seen before, unless he was drunk. "Do you ever tire of all this? The lavishness, the power?" I asked, actually wondering.

Viktor paused, considering my question. "Sometimes, yes. It can be overwhelming. But it's also a reminder of what they built, the empire I've built on. It keeps me going, to protect what's mine, now."

I nodded, understanding his perspective. Being surrounded by material wealth and influence could have a way of shaping one's priorities. As we continued our tour, Viktor showed me the various rooms of the mansion. Each one had its own unique charm and purpose, from the well-equipped gym to the dining room that backed into the beautiful kitchen. Viktor had further created a space that catered to his every need as the head of the family.