His Bratva Princess

Chapter 2

I picture Henry Cavill as Viktor
Viktor's Pov

"So I'm assuming you haven't told anyone the real reason you're retiring?" I question my father who simply raises an eyebrow at me.
"Not that it's any of your business, when there are more pressing matters at hand... but no. I don't feel the need to tell everyone about my endeavours in life," he shrugs.
I cross my arms over my chest and frown at him. He's clearly not concerned with any reasons as to why he's retiring. He's more so concerned about the rising threat other rival gangs bring to us.
It's clear Sofia doesn't want to marry me. She's known her whole life that this is the future for her, yet she still doesn't bother hiding her disappointment. It causes a dark anger to ignite within me. Who else would she want to marry, if not me? I would say I've been good to her since the moment she was born. I bet it's Marco, the fucker. Always trying to steal my woman from when she hit puberty. I don't share.
I'll have to question her after my conversation with my father. I need to demand why she doesn't want to marry me.
"You're sick and can't even tell your best friend?" I scoff at him.
He points at me, "what am I? 12 years old, with this best friend bullshit. Vince has his suspicions, but I'm simply not ready to cause more weakness in this family."
His words cause me to laugh in a non amused tone. "Yet you didn't think of that when you brought that whore in here who ended up being a rat."
My father slams his hand down on the table, his eyes blazing with fury. He acts as if this is my fault. He brought in an Irish woman, fucked her whilst my mother lives under this exact same roof and she ended up being a rat. He didn't think that was bringing weakness to the family, yet, him having cancer is somehow bringing weakness to our family.
"You will not disrespect me again, Viktor," he snaps. "Leave!" He demands and points to the door.
I happily oblige and ensure to slam the door shut after me. I look up the stairs, knowing where my little Sofia went. It's probably not the best time to go question her when I'm already angry, but she's the only person who calms the storm inside of me.
Taking two steps at a time, I hurry to her room and don't bother knocking when I reach it. I try to open it, but find it is locked. This makes me all the more angry. She knew I'd come.
"Open the door, Sofia!" I demand, banging on the door.
"Brother, you know that's not a way to get any girl to listen to you. Especially Sofia," Mila, my younger sister gives pathetic advice.
I flip her off and continue to bang on the door until she is forced to open it to silence me. She crosses her arms over her chest, effectively lifting her large bust in my direction. Her angry brown doe eyes glare at me and she blocks me from entering the room.
"You can't just barge your way into my room and try to force me to unlock my door, Viktor," she says raising her hands in the air out of frustration.
"As your future husband, I can do whatever the fuck I want. I need to talk to you," I demand.
She begins to close the door on me, making me stick my foot through the door to prevent it slamming in my face.
"Please," I add on.
Sighing, she opens the door wider and lets me in. I stalk in the room, taking note of the tissues piled on her duvet. She's been crying. Is marrying me that horrid?
"What is it that you want?" She questions, ensuring to stand at least 2 feet from me. I don't like that one bit.
I take a step closer, to which she takes one back. We continue this charade back and forth until she's caged to the wall. This makes me smirk. She huffs and blows a strand of her raven black, curly hair from her face.
"Why don't you want to marry me?" I question, brining the pad of my thumb to tenderly rub her soft cheek.
She grabs my wrist in attempt to prevent me from touching her, this makes me frown even more.
"Viktor we have talked about this before," she sighs and pushes past me to sit on her floral duvet. We sure as hell won't be having a floral duvet when she moves in.
"Is this about Marco?" I question, anger rising to the surface. I'm not a jealous man. But when it comes to Sofia, since even before I was told she would be my wife, I'm always hot with jealousy and possessiveness. She drives me crazy, even more so after she turned 16 and began blossoming into a woman. She challenges me, always has. I could have anyone I wanted, but she won't allow for it. She let me kiss her once, and that was only because I made sure I was the closest boy to her when she was cutting the cake at her 16th birthday party. I ensured to find her later in private to collect the kiss she owed me.
"What is it with you and Marco?" She exclaims, pinching the bridge of her nose out of frustration.
"He likes you. He knows your mine and he still pursues you, I don't like it," I growl.
"I'm not yours, Viktor!" She shouts.
I slam my fist down against the wall, "like hell you aren't! You've been mine since the moment you were born. I know you want me," I shout back, louder.
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, "Viktor, stop. Please," she whispers.
I swallow and clench my fists tightly, "just tell me why you don't want to marry me, please."
She sighs and walks to her private balcony and takes a seat on one of the couches. I follow her like a pathetic lost puppy and sit close to her.
"It's not that I don't want to marry you in particular. I just don't want to get married at all, in general. I want a choice in the matter, a say in when I get married, where I get married and who I get married to. It's the lack of free will and choice, I've never had a choice. Since the moment I was born, my own fate was decided," she sighs and wipes her eyes, preventing any tears that formed from slipping past.
I grab her hand in my own, making her look at me.
"If I had the ability and choice, I would have done this a completely different way. Nothing forced. Just you, wanting me in every way possible," I respond.
Her eyes widen and she gulps. I stand up, and turn away. I think I've shown enough of my embarrassing and pussy like feelings for the day. With that, I walk out of the room with her eyes staring into my back.