5 months later
"again" my brother taunts me pulling me up from the floor, I spit blood onto the grass and take deep breaths.
"again Elle" he says harsher.
I take a couple steps back and allow myself to focus.
He swings at me again and I duck kicking him in the leg, as he falls back he grabs my hair ripping it hard.
I scream through my teeth and twist his arm forcing him to let go.
He kicks at my stomach but I take a couple steps back.
He swings again barely avoiding my jaw. I reach out desperately going for his throat.
He grabs my hands and pulls them down bringing me to my knees as he kicks me in my chest.
I gasp and fall onto the grass.
"And then I pull out a gun and your dead..again" Phoenix says inspecting the bruises on his jaw.
"Awe Elle, the Mrs isn't going to be happy about this"
I try to laugh but it hurts too much.
"The doctor won't be happy about my breathing problems either"
"Hey, your the one who came home and asked me to teach you self defence" he says helping me up.
"I thought you'd be easy on me" I admit.
"I was at first, but now if I let my guard down you could beat me. Except whoever your fighting won't have their guard down most likely"
I sniff and sit down on kitchen table bench.
"You ever going to tell me why you desperately need to know how to defend yourself?"
"I told you, I have links to the mafia"
"You had links, your divorced remember?"
I wince slightly. I haven't spoken too or seen Ivan in months.
Though I've heard what he's been up too.
I feel sick suddenly and go upstairs to shower.
I open my bedroom door and fall face down onto my bed.
I allow myself to marinate there for a little longer and then roll over.
I scream and jump up when I see a man standing in my bathroom.
"YOU GOOD?" Phoenix yells.
The masked man signals yes.
"YEAH" I yell.
I don't need something to happen to my brother because of...this.
"Who are you?" I whisper.
I thought I was done with this.
I am done with this.
He walks forward and I put my arm out.
He stops.
Oh he listens, a change.
"What can't you speak?" I ask him confused.
"Elle Winters" he says.
His voice is raspy and grouchy.
And familiar.
"Yes that's me" I say, allowing my annoyance to be detectable in my voice.
"You need to come with me back to Russia"
My mouth opens.
Ivan?
It can't be.
No it's not.
I take a step forward examining the masked man in front of me.
He's in all back and a ski mask covers his face.
I look closer and I see one little blonde hair in his forehead.
"Elliot?" I whisper.
The man is silent.
I take more steps forward and reach for his neck.
He flinches but stills once he realises what I'm checking for he stills.
The matching necklaces I got us when I was dying of boredom back in that house.
A silver chain for him. A gold one for me.
I pull out his silver chain and look up at him smiling softly.
I pull my shirt down just a bit so he can see my matching one.
"Take the mask off" I ask.
He does and I see it is in-fact my favourite body guard.
"Elliot!" I say happily and hug him.
He doesn't hug me back as expected but does visibly loosen.
"Long time no see"
"Why are you bleeding?"
"Training" I beam.
He raises an eyebrow but doesn't push.
"What's this about Russia?"
"You've heard of Ivan's reputation..now?"
I nod solemnly.
Everyone has.
He's 10x worse than he was before.
There was a meeting awhile ago where the heads of connected Mafia organisations all met to plan what to do if he decided to come for them.
He's slowly eliminating other operations.
Just last week he massacred the English mafia.
Consuming all loyal followers into his group and seizing all cash and assets.
I thought the meeting was pointless: if Ivan really did decide to come for any of the remaining Mafia organisations he has a very high chance of overthrowing them.
I believe the only stable ones left are the Cartel, the French mafia, the American mafia, the Italian mafia and us.
Maybe if we all joined forces we'd have a fighting chance.
Matteo is currently dating Piere Chárdons. Son of the French mafia.
Which is good, guarantees an alliance but if they break up, we're fucked.
Politics am I right?
"I have heard, yes" i reply pulling myself out of my thought bubble.
"Yes well there are rumours that Ivan plans to overthrow another Mafia group by the beginning of January." Elliot tells me.
Next month.
What a fun way to start the new year.
And what a way to ruin Christmas.
And my birthday.
Which he knows the date of.
Asshole.
God I hope it's not the French Mafia, they are extremely powerful. It would be a huge blow.
Matteo doesn't deserve that grief.
"Who's?" I breath out.
"Yours Elle"
YOU ARE READING
Blinded by hate
Romansa"If I asked you to be my wife would you have said yes?" He asks me annoyed. I shake my head. It's the truth. "So I didn't fucking ask" "You- cant just-" "I can and I did, look at the pretty rock on your finger as proof" I have the sudden urge t...
