his dark obsession

caught you kitten

Angelmarie's POV

I turned the television on when I arrived at my new temporary home. My eyes closed tightly, letting the noise from the morning news drown out the overbearing silence. Stepping over to the window, I stared out of it, watching the sun creep over the horizon, bringing Tuesday morning with it.

"Fuck you, Vladimir, you fucking bastard," I said, feeling my eyes well up with tears and my heart squeeze tightly in my chest. I started wiping furiously as they began running down my cheeks.

Vasily's POV

"Как продвигается охота, босс?" (How goes the hunt, boss?) Vasily frowned at Tank's question as he walked through the front door of their clubhouse. He slipped out of his leather jacket as he came to his stairs, throwing it over the worn-out leather couch. Ascending the stairs slowly, he came to the top of the staircase, turned down the hall, and headed for his brother and boss's office. When he pushed the door open, he was immediately hit with the strong scent of cigar smoke.

'What the fuck is he doing in here sitting in the dark?' Vasily thought silently.

Hitting the light, he scanned his brother's lavishly furnished office until his eyes landed on Vladimir himself, who was gazing at him with a raised brow and a lit cigar dangling from his fingers. Gone was the cocky, love-struck fucker who was psychotic and in love. In his place was a long-haired, long-beard-wearing, madman who was going to burn New York to ashes until he got his woman back. After everything with him and Angelmarie last night, Vasily had watched his brother morph into something even more sinister than his former self, and that let Vasily know losing his queen hurt more than Vladimir could say. It had been four days, and Vlad was becoming more and more unstable.

"How are you, brother?" Vasily asked as he ventured to the chair in front of the desk, plopping down with a sigh. Vladimir said nothing, just took a long drag of his cigar. He expelled the smoke with his amber, squinted eyes set on his brother.

"The Mexicans were useless in locating my queen," he replied after a while, his tone dark.

"Let me guess, the Mexicans are dead now? What exactly happened?" Vasily asked softly, so as not to bring down his brother's wrath, since the queen's departure his brother had become a ticking fucking time bomb.

"I respectfully walked in and told Hector it was time to cash in the favor he owed me. I told him to use his fucking satellite tracker to find her. Those пизды (cunts) thought they were going to dangle their fucking satellite in my face in exchange for a deal on my guns, so I made it an easy decision for myself. You and every-fucking-body else know that I don't play that gift exchange bullshit when it comes to my shit. I have a set price for my guns, depending on the make, model, and where they're created. I'm not trading my shit for a favor that мудак (asshole) owed me to begin with."

Vasily stared at his brother with wide eyes. He should be used to this by now, but he wasn't. Vlad had a short fuse and always had, and when he felt like he was being fucked with, he pulled out his gun and used it without hesitation. If Vladimir even thought you were keeping something from him, Vasily and everyone under him knew he'd get a hot one to the head.

"What turned up during your search?" Vladimir asked, causing Vasily's hair on his neck to stand.

"Why so nervous, brother? Did you not go to look for my woman?" Vlad said, moving slightly to a straight sitting position at his desk. Vasily's blood was pounding at this point, though he knew his brother wouldn't kill him, he still stayed on alert. At this point, his brother was a loose cannon with more than a few loose screws.

"It was quite unfruitful, aside from hookers at every corner throwing used-up pussy at me, no sign of the queen," Vasily said with a sigh.

"She's hidden herself that fucking good, huh? Have you tracked my bike?" Vladimir asked with a raised brow.