𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 {Discontinued}

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 •12•

"We're on a fucking mission to find my psychopath brother and you wanna make a ice cream pit stop?" I scoff throwing my arms in the air. This is so childish. I mean I would accept it if it was anyone but him. "Come on darling, loosen up." He orders two vanilla ice creams. To his luck, I actually like vanilla.

"Can we just go?" I shake my head and snatch the cone out his hand and begin walking away. He follows along. "Short skirt isn't that?" He teases making me turn around on my heels. "If you speak one more time I will rip your tongue out." I glare at him. If he had been any closer our lips would be touching. Ew.

"Last warning, drop the attitude." I warn strictly. "You do not tell me what to do, clear? Now shut the fuck up and let's find him." I scowl at him and turn around walking even faster than before. I'm so sick of him. I cant wait to kill him once I get what is needed.

The streets were busy with people. Couples, ew. Families, lies. Friends, pathetic. Except Sveta of course. It was sort of cold but the sun still shone bright. I'v only been to Denver once or twice. New York is more of my scenery.
My leather knee boots clicked along the concrete. I think wearing a short skirt and a crop top wasn't really the best idea, hm.

"A bar, my saviour." I smile over-excitedly as my eyes light up in joy. I smirk at Isaiah who was looking very disappointed but also down for a drink. We enter the place. Day drinkers. Typical.

"Do you have a cigarette?" I question as we sat down on the stools. He raises an eyebrow and turns around leaning back on the bar counter. "You smoke?" He chuckles and I roll my eyes. "I'm Russian, if you couldn't tell from your stalking scheme." I say flatly as he passes me a cigarette. I light it up and take one hit as the smoke blows out my mouth. He watched my every move but I acted like I didn't notice.

"Shutup." I interrupt him before he went to speak. I could tell when people are going to speak, their breath fastens, their eyes dilate and their lips quiver slowly enough that the normal eye cannot spot. He grabs me by my neck taking me by surprise. What the-

"Don't make me repeat myself darling." He whispered into my ears as I got an...uncomfortable feeling? I'm not entirely sure what it was. My eyes couldn't look at him so they flow around scanning the room. "He's here." I inform pulling his hands away.
He looked shocked but also relieved. I wouldn't get so happy babes.

"Where?" He asks turning his attention to the important stuff. I smirk in amusement as I begin to chuckle uncontrollably. "Must've mistaken him." I tease taking another hit.
He went to say something but a familiar voice spoke bringing back memories. Memories that I'm choosing to shut out for now.

"Smoking is bad for you sissy." The voice said making me spin on my stool to face the man behind the bar counter. The man who I haven't seen for years. Erik. Erik Kuznetsov. I'm pretty sure I was turning pale as Isaiah looked at me worriedly. I mean, I guess we can tick that off of our list, right? I stayed quiet for a bit looking into his green eyes. We always had the same eyes as father.

"Long time no see." I put my poker face on. Time to play, and win. He chuckles running his hand through his hair. "Working at a bar hm?" I look around the place. For a guy who has the legacy of the most powerful mafia worldwide, it's funny to be working in a bar. "Very offended you think I'm that bland, it's a side job." He shrugs and grabs a glass then pours himself some bourbon.

"Maybe if you didn't tear our family apart, I would've been around to know that." I give him a sarcastic smile. He raises an eyebrow then gives Isaiah a look. Isaiah kept quiet. He looked quite amused with the conversation he was enduring. "You have questionable taste in men, considering I ripped his parents heads off." Erik smirked taking a sip from his glass.