𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐡𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐢 {JJ Maybank love story}

Prologue

-3rd person's P.O.V-

The day Nika-Lela decided to confront her parents, was the day that things for the Ivanov family made a drastic change. Gunshots erupt from the far corner of the big field as the guards and new coming members practice their bullseye.

The twelve-year-old Lela, as she preferred to be called, sighed as she looked down at her own gun. The pistol 9mm wasn't the choice her parents wanted for her, but it was hers to shoot with. She had to carry it at all times when taken to business with them and never once had it unloaded.

"Как далеко он стреляет?/How far does it shoot?" Stepan asked with a cold tone to his only child. The only one who will inherit all of this. Lead it with blood and merciless killings when dared.

"Снаряд Luger Parabellum калибра 9 мм, выпущенный из пистолета, движется со скоростью около 370 м/с. Чтобы оптимизировать его дальность, он будет стрелять под углом 45 ° и должен охватывать около 2300 метров./A 9mm-caliber Luger Parabellum round fired from a handgun travels at about 370m/s. To optimize its range, it would be fired at an angle of 45° and should cover about 2,300 meters." she sounded like a robot, but she had to keep it monotone. No emotions were to put in these moments.

In any situations for that matter.

Stepan nods not impressed. "Сколько пуль он может вместить?/How many bullets can it hold?"

"6 to 18." she answered correctly.

"Чего никогда не следует делать?/What should you never do?" the questions were fired like the speed of sound.

"Держите его ниже десяти. Всегда держите их подсчитанными и перезаряжайте сложенные или близкие. Никогда не позволяй забрать мой пистолет и всегда будь начеку-/Keep it lower than ten. Always keep them counted and have a reload stacked or close. Never let my gun be taken and always keep my guard up-"

Lela didn't have time to keep going before Stepan grabbed her wrist and twisted it. Lela screamed out, immediately raised her leg to step on him yet not letting her grip on the gun go. Her father feels the pain in the foot, but doesn't quit.

Neither does Lela.

She holds her ground as she stares up directly at her father's eyes. So dark and cold, void of all emotion that isn't hatred or anger. He's never shown any loving affection to her. Always saying that if he wants to build the perfect heiress then he must be cold so she can face the enemies that would most likely want to attack and take over what is his.

Funny, because no one ever dares to attack the Bratva. The Russian Mafia was no game and everyone around the world new that.

Lela taps his hand when she hears a small crack in discomfort from her bones and he lets go pushing her back. She almost can't catch herself, but found the balance. As she sets the gun down on the picnic table, she sees that her skin is red. A little more and he would've fractured or broken it.

Before, Lela feared him.

He's the Russian Mafia Boss. The most feared man in Russia and in the world of criminals. Known by the law yet hardly anyone confronts him. When they do, their limbs are found and shown as a term of punishment and warning. She's had to endure torturous screams by their enemies.