Nanny Dearest

Chapter Ninety Three Actions To Consequences

"Oh she do have cameras" I said looking at it as we approach the doorstep.

"She be a stupid woman not to." Oleg said and I scoff.

"She still an Idiot." I answered then to just earn a high pitched ringing coming from the intercom.

"What do you want Ruslannn." Zoya annoying ass voice came through.

"To kill you." I look at the camera that was on the left corner above the door.

"Oh my god domestic violence dispute you just keep racking up your cases." She said being over dramatic.

"If you don't have a real reason for this shit I swear on my life I am going to end yours." I gave a blank stare.

"You seems more irritated than usua-

"Open the fucking door or I'll kick it open." I threatened.

"You have a bad temper, but do choose your actions wisely don't forget you have a family at home." She spoke as if she was a parent talking to a child as I glare at the camera. "Oh did I strike a nerve? Is the pregnant woman stressing?" She asked and and I turn my head looking at Oleg.

"Kick the door." I said and he began connecting his boot against the knob, somewhat breaking.

"That's breaking and entering." She warning as I watch Oleg kicked the door one more time while it gracefully swung open.

Only to meet with a gun pointed at up with an expressionless Zoya on the other end holding a phone up that bad 911 dialed, I reached to grab her leaving her to quickly take a step back.

"I wasn't bluffing, choose your actions wisely, I can only imagine how Marya feels right now." The bitch spoke and I hesitated with my step seeing her thumb hover over the call sign. I took a step back putting my hands in my pocket seeing the scared expression on her face turn into a smile.

"I'm getting tired of you threatening my family. Honestly." I yawn seeing her get irritated.

"And I'm tired of you taking money from me, we all get tired of this shit." She snapped at me.

"That seems like a YOU problem." I said and we stared at each other before I spoke again. "Zoya, where's the contact information for your lawyer so I can drop my case my way." I speak, becoming impatient by the second.

"Your way? I think that's why most of your relationships didn't work out because they have to be your way." She rolled her eyes dramatically waving around the gun.

I blinked.

"Excuse me?" I asked full of boredom.

"Look at you, you look sad really. Bags underneath your eyes, hair barely neat." She sucked her teeth frowning shaking her head. "Home stressing you out? She's not like Franciszka, I bet you Marya not listening to shit you say right no-

"Your chances of living are very slim." I interrupted and she raised an eyebrow.

"Your chances of going to prison is meh around 60 over 40." She responded and I took a step forward towards her. I have a bigger problem to solve and she in my way. I felt the tip of the gun to my chest.

"It's loade-

Yanking her wrist twisting it making the dumb ass cried out, either that or she scared too. Like an idiot she is. She dropped her phone, my eyes looking at it sliding it's way towards the dining area. My eyes Glazed over back to Zoya frantically trying to fight her way out of my grip.

I kicked her face.

I guess her head hit hard when it smack against the floor because her cried louder than before letting that other hand drop to hold her head while I held my grip on her so she wouldn't go away. I look at Oleg who was peacefully lighting a cigar before putting the blue lighting back in his pocket.