3rd Person POV
* Two days earlier*
~Sunday~
The once warm air become cold in seconds as the plane door opens, revealing the cold view of Italiya. The Volkov's step off of the plane and enter one of the black SUV's on the private airstrip.
"Na shag blizhe, brat. Na shag blizhe." [One step closer, brother. One step closer.] Vladimir says to Viktor as the car pulls away.
The two brothers look at each other and evil grins form on their faces.
One.
Step.
Closer.
*
They reach their safe house peacefully, their journey not having so much as a single issue, to Viktor's delight.
He doesn't want anything to stop his from getting his tsvetok back. The whole trip, all Viktor has been able to think about is punishing Sandra.
Punish her for leaving.
Punish her for running.
Punish her for being gone so long.
Punish her for not stopping Vladimir, even though that was Viktor's idea, he didn't want to do that.
He just need her to talk, and she was being stubborn. Viktor though that if he put Cassie through enough trauma, she would confess to where her hide out was, but he thought wrong.
Cassie was a tough woman, even if her slim frame made her seem otherwise.
"Boss." One of his men says, pulling him away from fantasy land.
They get out of the car and go into the house.
Viktor wastes no time in going to his office where he begins to construct his plan. Cassie will be his again, even if he has to kill his own brother to get her.
This thought gives him an idea, and he takes out his phone, dialling a number and letting it ring. After the second ring, the person on the other end answers.
"Da, nachal'nik?" [Yes, boss?] the person answers.
"Prikhodi ko mne v ofis nemedlenno." [Come to my office immediately.] Viktor says, not waiting for a reply as he hangs up and calls another number.
"Carlo parlando." [Carlo speaking.]
"Mr Santini. How are you?" Viktor asks, a mischievous smile on his face.
"Mr Volkov. I'm fine. What has you calling me today?" Carlo asks bluntly.
"Straight to the point I see." Viktor chuckles.
"I like it. Anyways, I was just calling to propose a truce between our mafii. This feud going on seems pointless, don't you agree?" [mafias]
After a moment of silence, Carlo speaks.
"Okay. I'm free on Tuesday if you'd like to meet in person. That gives you 2 days to get here." Carlo proposes.
"I'd love to, except I'll be busy with meetings. I can send a rep if that's alright?" Viktor says just as his visitor arrives.
"That's fine. I'll look forward to seeing them on Tuseday. Addio, Mr Volkov." [Bye.]
"Do svidaniya, Mr Santini." [Bye.]
"Prisazhivaysya." [Have a seat.] Viktor instructs the man.
"Ty zval menya?" [You called me?] he asks after getting himself seated.
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