Crazy for you

Chapter 18

Selenia POV

I despised Matteo. I don't know why he agreed to hear out my family and that douche bag, but all I know is I needed a drink.

As we led the men inside to the conference room, I flagged down one of the mafia members and got him to fetch my vodka from the kitchen. By the time we were all sat and settled I had the bottle in my hand, and the liquor warming my stomach.

I glared at the men who sat at the other end of the long conference table. I wasn't sure what they were talking about, too deep in my head thinking of the most painful way I could kill all of them.

"Сестра, you know it's rude to drink in front of guests and not offer them a glass." My brother said with a wicked smile. Fuck him. I hated the fucking games he liked to play so much.

    (Sister)

I pulled out a small throwing star and swiftly whipped it across the room, cutting the tip of my brother's ear and sticking it into the wall behind him. He looked shocked. Slowly, he brought his hand up to touch his ear and pulled it back to see the blood on his hand. His eyes snapped to mine.

"В следующий раз мы будем пить вместе, когда я буду танцевать на твоей могиле. Brother" I spat.

    (The next time we drink together is when I'm dancing on your grave.)

My brother's gaze turned murderous. Eyes darkening, he moved his hand into his suit jacket. I smirked, ready to enjoy fighting and killing him, only to be stopped by our "father".

"We didn't come here for this! Stop acting so childish. Both of you." He glared at us.

"Whatever you say, Dad" I mocked.

"Right well tell us then. Why are you here?" Elio spoke for the first time since we all met. His voice was flat, his face not giving anything away. The perfect Don.

"We came to give you some information, and for your help." My father spoke again. I clenched my fists at the thought of helping this scumbag. I took another swig of my vodka.

"Why would we help you?" Elio questioned.

"We heard rumors. Well, more like educated rumors. The Russian mafia is planning on making a move against the Italian mafia."

"What does this have to do with you?"

"Well you see, I'm not sure how much our little Selenia shared about our family. But we are a family business, based out of Russia. You might have heard of us. The Belyayev Family."

This old man is being humble of course they knew our family. Everyone knew us. Our last name means white or blonde hair. Everyone in our "business" has white hair, except for me, and my mother. I wonder if that's why they always hated me. Because of my black hair.

"The assassin family? I thought that was a rumor, a myth?" Matteo clarified.

I didn't blame them. Our identities were always kept secret. We'd kill anyone who found out who we were. Our clients were only the most powerful people on earth. We didn't work for just anybody. And even they didn't know our faces.

Elio looked at me as if to confirm what my father was saying was the truth. I only nodded, returning to my drink. I'd need to down this whole bottle just to calm myself enough to not murder those three men across from npme.

"Yes exactly. Anyway, let's just say the Russian mafia doesn't like us too much. We are on his turf, it threatens him and his power. As well as there may or may not be a few hits out on the Don." My dad confessed.