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"Do not touch me." I seethe, and Natasha appears hurt. Almost like I fucking killed her dog. Her lips pull into a pout and I begin to wonder why I haven't fucking fired her yet.

"Come on, dorogoy." I scowl at her choice of the awful nickname, and let go of her hand as I then wipe her touch off of me. (translation - Russian. "darling.")

Without thinking another thought, I turn back around and continue my walk towards the glass door whilst Natasha runs her mouth from behind me, whining over and over again about the same bullshit.

Natasha is far from who I would want in my life, especially playing the role as my significant other. Whereas some may see that as a dream, I see that as my worst fucking nightmare possible.

I'd much rather have a black-haired and green-eyed Spanish woman accompanying my side. One that's actually able to stand up for herself and knows her self worth.

I pull the balaclava down onto my face as I walk into an alleyway, my gun shoved behind my back in my waistband, and a small box in my back pocket.

The alleyway reeks of piss as I try my best to breathe through my mouth. People who do such crude things disgust me, surely they're able to take a fucking piss somewhere other than a place right next to buildings.

The private car park attached to my tattoo parlour comes into my view as I practically fight my body back from running out of this dingy tunnel.

I unlock my back-up AMG right as I step out, adrenaline rushing through me as I anticipate what I'm about to do.

She's making me fucking crazy.

♠
ADRIANNA ALCARAZ

God is on my side for once.

Relief fuels me as I realise my father isn't home, and neither is anyone else. I'm faced with a rather eerie and silent house, one that I'm not used to at all.

Once again, I'm ashamed with myself for falling into Nikolai's trap. It's actually beginning to get worrying the amount of times I lose myself when I'm even put in the same room with him.

My feet practically let out a sigh of relief as I slip out of my highly uncomfortable heels and place them to the side of the main door, I never realise how intolerable these shoes are until I take them off. It's like my feet are fucking suffocating.

As I make my way to the spiral staircase, I can't seem to shake the uneasiness off of me as I begin to realise there has been someone here, and it definitely wasn't one of my workers nor my family.

"What the fuck?" I mutter as I glance up from the staircase, already seeing my bedroom door is left ajar. Everyone knows to never even touch my room, or even my door.

Nerves rattle me as I continue my journey upwards, silence doing nothing more than leaving me slightly on edge.

However, I shouldn't be this surprised as when I turned into the driveway, there was no security to greet me or even there on standby if anything was to happen.

And that realisation makes me mentally envision the image of the guards tied up in the basement, dripping blood all over my floors as they try to explain why the fuck they weren't doing their job.

It was all papá's fault for making us possibly the most targeted mafia family in New York. He killed anyone he fucking wanted and didn't even try to think of any possible consequences for his imbecilic actions.

After what feels like years, I finally make it up the stairs, and if I believed that I was filled with anxiety before, that feeling has now expanded a million times more.

The wind gushes through the open windows, doors rattling at the harsh blow and my body shivers. If I was watching this whole scene unfold, I'd be more than certain it belongs in a horror movie, an eerie one.

As I open my door ever so slowly, I seem to want to do anything but this. However, what I seem to see before my eyes is definitely anything but what I was preparing myself for.

A red velvet box sits on my bed, everything that I left is, surprisingly, in tact. My vanity is spotless, just like usual. My bed, apart from from the suspicious looking box, is the same as it always is. As I continue to glance around, I notice everything is fine.

My eyes narrow back onto the box, and I'm contemplating whether to toss the shit because it may be a bomb, or if I open it and give into my suspicions.

Second option it is.

I sit down near the box, continuing to eye it like it's going to come to life. However, nothing of the sort actually happens. Instead, silence engulfs everything in my house and just the clocks ticking fill the building.

I reach out, grabbing the box and shake it, a little rattle being released from the contents of it. As I untie the ribbon, adrenaline is making its presence known through my body as I grow even more interested in the object that's inside.

As I lift the red lid, confusion rattles me as I see a red bullet-shaped object laying on a note. Though, as I realise what the object actually is, I'm shocked, maybe even revolted that I'm getting gifted such a thing.

I want to slam someone's head into the fucking wall.

I don't even wish to touch the thing, not knowing if it's brand new or someone has some weird obsession with me that they've even felt the urge to send me a used toy.

The folded note catches my curiosity now, my gaze moving off of the red object. I grab it, and unfold. Everything seeming to move more slowly than I would ever like.

Yet, as I read the overly neat handwriting, all the puzzles seem to slide together and I want to kill the motherfucker for even doing such a thing.

I expect you to have this in you whilst you're at dinner with your so called 'fiancée' for me. I'll be watching, N.

Anger fuels me as I reread the words over and over again, each time making me angrier than the last. It's almost like he wants to play a game with me to get his point across.

No matter how much I try, my body always gives into him. In the dressing room, in the hallway, even in the fucking private room in the club.

However, one thing he doesn't know is that I'm a better game player than Nikolai may think, and with that i smirk at myself and the note, knowing exactly what I'll do.

Game on.

♠
Sorry it's been so long. Mocks have finally finished, so now I won't have things to stress over constantly.

This chapter is shorter than I'd like, however the next chapter/chapters are going to be eventful, so take a seat.

I'm not sure if I want a smut scene in the next chapter or in chapter 21.

I'll see.

Thank you for reading, love you all x

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