||BOOK 1||
||NOT AN INCEST STORY||
15 years ago, the laughter lit hallways of the Russo household were spread with a silence. Even the walls of the house mourned the loss of the princess of the house. Every molecule in the house filled with rage tow...
I wake up to the sound of my phone going off. I groan and receive it.
"Who has a death wish early in the morning?" I seethe through the phone.
I barely ever get some proper sleep, and when I do.... Urgh! Never mind.
"There is some problem in the audit file of the Las Vegas hotel." Adrian spoke through the other side.
"So?" I ask annoyed. "Ian, is that why you called me?"
"I checked it but even I am not able to find the loop. You know very well that I don't call you unless I can't handle it." He explained.
"Fine! I'll take care of it. Email it to me." I reply, thinking about who could double cross me.
"I already did." He replied and then cut the call.
I get out of bed after a lot of shuffling and motivation. It's been a total of Five days since dad left, and I haven't been able to contact William too, since I was super busy with the preparations for the launch of my fashion line.
I change into a bottle green rolled up tee-shirt and bell jeans, which cover about three fourth of my legs.
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I take out my laptop from the closet and open my mails. I see a few mails other companies have sent me. The latest one was that of Adrian's. I open it and sart working on it.
***
Halfway through, my phone rang. I pick it up after seeing the caller ID.
"Hel-," I was cut off by the voice of the other side.
"It's your dad," William spoke and I felt my heart drop. I burst out of my room and run down the stairs while hearing what he was saying. "He was attacked but luckily my men were able to bring him back to the mansion. He has minor bruises but he is currently unconscious because one of the men knocked him out from behind while he was fighting the other one. The doctors are saying he might have severe concussions for a few days after he wakes up." He explained.
"Is he going to be okay?" I ask, keeping my tears at bay.
I just found him, I couldn't let him go so soon... Or anytime.
"Look Bumblebee, I didn't call you to panic you. I wanted to keep you informed. And you are not getting your jet here to England. I'll personally bring Nickolai back to New York as soon as he's okay to fly." He said and cut the call.
I had already entered the kitchen and now was facing the concerned look on my brother's face.
"What it is principessa?" Demi asked me, pulling out a chair beside him. I take the chair and place my head in my hands, my elbows resting on the counter. I feel a large hand on my back being rubbed up and down.
