Primed For Sin (Discontinued)

1: кто ты?

Chapter one: кто ты? 
                                   (Who are you?) 
  

JUST SO YOU KNOW- Svetlana and her family are Russian and will be speaking Russian at some points throughout the book-- in brackets I will put the English translation! (Also, I do not speak Russian myself so forgive me if some of it's wrong)

Svetlana's POV

"Svetlana! Come down at once!" I hear my Father's shrill voice fill the air, and I walk down the elegant staircase of our mansion and into my Father's office. 

"да отец?" (Yes Father?) I ask sweetly, brushing back my long blonde hair over my shoulder. I notice a man not much older than me standing behind my Father's chair. His black hair is ruffled on top of his head, his light green eyes stoic. He is wearing nothing but a t-shirt and jeans, his slim frame apparent.

"Who's this?" I ask, nodding my head at the man before my Father can say anything.

"Sit down Lana." He says. I sit on one of the leather seats in front of him, raising my eyebrows questioningly.

"You know there is a gang war going on between us and the Japanese mafia..."

"Yes and?" I answer, I hated it when my Father talked to me like I was a child.

"They've made some serious threats against you, since you are my only family they want to make me vulnerable."

I nod my head slowly at his statement, "I can take care of myself" I say, and it's true. I have black belts in karate and kung fu, and I am an excellent boxer. 

"I know Lana, but I still worry for your safety." He replies, giving me a warm look.

"Where is this going?" I ask impatiently.

"You will be going to America for a few months. Just to lay low until we have this sorted out," he pauses and waits for my response.

"Okay..."

"This is Luca, he will accompany you and make sure you will be safe."

"What!?" I say coldly, looking up at Luca who doesn't look too pleased either. "I'm not a child, I don't need a skinny boy to take care of me." I say, crossing my arms.

"I'm just the bodyguard, it'll be like I'm not even there." Luca speaks up, I could hear a hint of his Italian accent.

"I don't care, I'm going alone."

"Don't be so stubborn," says Father. "You will be staying at the villa in Florida, the one next to the beach. You can relax for a while, I know you have been stressed out with work."

By 'work' my Father meant me learning how to take over the Russian mafia when he dies. Since I am his only heir I am the only one who can take over. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to take over though, I've always loved taking apart in the illegal business. But I feel as if there's more I could do.

Luca stares at me with is piercing green eyes, I stare back with just as much force. Neither of us wanting to back down. My Father clears his throat and Luca pulls his eyes away, a smirk makes it way to my face as I look back to my Father.

"You leave tomorrow morning, get packing." I can't argue with my Father, I let out a groan and walk out of the office.

Luca follows me out silently, "make sure you meet me outside perfectly on time tomorrow. Just past six thirty in the morning, I'm not rushing around the airport."

"Jeez I get it, see you tomorrow skinny boy." I reply casually.

"Why do you keep calling me that?"