Protective

Brat

Yeremy

"I need not remind you just how important this job is," Mikhail walked in front of me as I trailed him.

We were at the airport and he was about to get onto his jet.

"Lana can be...difficult at times," he continued, "But she is in danger and I am going to Moscow to find out how I am going to kill the man that threatened her."

"I understand," I replied, "I won't fail you."

"I know you won't," he said, still not even looking at me, "You're well equipped to handle this. Besides, I doubt it very much that she will face any real danger in school. I want you to be attentive of her when she goes out on dates, goes to parties, all other kinds of adolescent crap."

"I will," I nodded, as he boarded his plane.

"Hear me, Yeremy," he turned to face me before taking his final step, "My children are the only things on the planet that I care about. Dmitri can take care of himself, but if anyone do much as harms a hair on Lana's head I want you to make sure they die suffering, yes?"

"Da."

It was twenty minutes before his plane had taken off. In this current moment Lana was with her brother having a meeting with our new principal.

I sighed as I got in my car and drove back to the Petrov estate.

It seems as if it was just yesterday Mikhail was approaching me at my fathers funeral. There had been a coup, his most trusted men had killed him, stole our fortune, his organization, everything he had built with his bare hands.

Everyone in the motherland knew of Mikhail Petrov, he was infamous for his murderous and vindictive nature. I had met him once when I was younger. There was something terrifying about him.

I knew exactly what I was doing when I accepted his offer.

I wanted—no I needed to get revenge on the men that betrayed my father. He trained me for that. It was more than just physically taxing.

Most days I thought I was going to quit, but quitting wasn't an option. Other days I thought I was going to die, but that wasn't an option either.

Eventually he had me fight his son. He thought I was ready. I was not.

Holding my own against him was hard, but landing a punch on him was damn near impossible. He was big and fast, so when I managed to hit him clean on his jaw, Mikhail had let me know that I was ready.

He told me I'd be guarding his daughter and in the meantime he'd be investigating how to give me the opportunity neutralize my enemies without dying in the process.

That was our little arrangement, our little deal. I'd work for him and he'd deliver those men to me on a silver platter.

My father's organization was mine, I was being groomed for it. I was taking it back, but first I had to earn Mikhail's trust and support.

Getting close to him, mirroring him, shadowing this man would give me skills that would never allow someone to take what was mine ever again.

But first, I had to deal with his bratty little daughter.

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Lana

"I see that all your paperwork is in order, your grades are certainly impressive and being multilingual surely doesn't hurt," Headmistress Frey smiled, "I'll see you Monday morning, Lana."

I smiled back and nodding as Dmitri shook her hand and said goodbye.

As soon as we were along in the hallway, my smile dropped, "Well she was nauseating."