Our Flame

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VIKTOR

"Do I pay you to sit on your ass? To not know what's happening?" I practically shout at the man in front of me. I rub my head, taking a sip of my drink as he just stands there.

"You're useless, get out." I wave him away. "идиот." I shake my head.

translation: idiot

I sigh leaning back in my seat. I want my little sister back, I want my father dead. Both of those seem to be the hardest things to achieve.

Nadia's been away over a month now. I've never seen my siblings so... emotionless. Everyday seems to be the same pattern, for all of us.

I leave for work alongside Vadim. Aleksi stays with Gianna who constantly keeps us all in check. Niko trains every hour of everyday for a fight that may never come. And I've never seen Luka fight more than he does now.

Yes, Nadia being with Ezra fuels most of our anger but our father holds the rest.

He sends letters now, letters that explain how he despises the family that he created. None of those letters get a response.

Our father knows where we are, but he won't make a move. He knows we don't know where he is, he's impossible to find. He knows Nadia isn't home with us, and he tortures us with those facts.

All I know is that he can't find Nadia before we do. Not many things scare me, but him finding Nadia does.

"If you continue to yell at everyone, no one will work for us." Vadim enters my office. "Company wise and Bratva wise." He closes the door.

I shrug, "Let them go off and die on the street then."

"You're horrible." Vadim shakes his head. "New letter." He throws an envelope on my desk. I let out a breath, grabbing it.

"Where is everyone else?" I continue to stare at the white envelope in my hand. Vadim leans against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Niko's in the lobby, Aleksi's at home and I don't know about the rest." He shrugs. As if on cue, the door opens revealing Luka who's dressed in all black.

I move the letter into my desk drawer, folding my hands onto my desk. "брат." I greet.

translation: brother

Luka raises an eyebrow at me but doesn't question my sudden movements. Vadim and I discreetly make eye contact as Luka takes a seat.

"Where are we on finding him?" Luka questions. "Not a step closer." Vadim sighs. Luka leans back in his chair, "Nadia?" He wonders.

Both Vadim and I stay silent at his question, Luka nods his head. "So what, we just wait this out and look for him and not her?"

When Luka says it like that, it makes no sense but there is sense behind our reasoning. "What happens if he finds her Luka? We get him out of the way then we go find Nadia." I say.

Luka opens his mouth but Vadim stops him, "Luka, trust that this'll work out." Vadim speaks. "And if it doesn't?" Luka asks.

"Then we fight, not a second sooner."