His Bratva Princess

Chapter 12

Viktor's Pov

"Nikolai. Dimitri. Why am I called here when you both indeed know what day it is?" I glare at both of my men. Dimitri is 3rd in command. In the Bratva, we typically need 3 higher up men as anything could happen to either of us. After all, we are in the mafia.
     "Boss, we wouldn't call you if it weren't important," Dimitri responds instantly.
      I nod, allowing for them to continue. Today is Sofia's 21st birthday and the day she moves in with me. This means she's 3 quarters away from being officially mine. I was supposed to be there 40 minutes ago for the breakfast but instead I ended up here with these tools.
     "We received a package. We opened it with safety gear out in an abandoned spot where no one would see. We didn't know what it could be. Bombs, something nuclear. It was a letter," Nikolai and Dimitri look between each other.
    Whatever the letter says, it almost seems as if they don't want to tell me. This makes me more intrigued.
    "Well go on," I snap.
     Nikolai tosses the letter across the table, allowing me to pick it up and read whatever has gotten them so nervous for me to read
Volkov. Your fiancé will be the next to trade off if you get involved in our business. Her pussy would sell for millions.
     I see red immediately. I stand up and throw a chair across the room that splinters into pieces. I throw everything I possibly can around and punch into the walls in attempt to relieve some of my anger.
     I don't even need a name at the bottom to know who it was from. The Irish mob, with Farrell as their leader. The exact same mob who are caught up in trafficking children and females. How dare they threaten my woman?
     "Where was this left?" I grind out through my teeth.
     "Outside the property," Nikolai answers.
      This makes me more angry. We've got a real rat problem. The sooner Sofia and I get married, the less threat she will face. Everyone needs to know she is mine and the only way they really know that is if we are married.
      "We are beginning tests on the men and their loyalty. Telling each person individual things regarding our businesses and seeing what pieces of information spread. We will catch this rat and won't let Sofia get harmed," Dimitri informs me.
      I nod slowly whilst pacing the room. Sofia and I are supposed to get married two weeks from now but what if something happens? We need to get married sooner. With a rat in amongst us, we can't trust anyone. The sooner the mafia world knows Sofia belongs to me, the better.
     "Dimitri, plan to have the wedding moved forward," I order.
     "By how long?" He questions.
     "By two weeks. We are to be married the day after tomorrow. The sooner this world knows who Sofia belongs to, the better. Get a hold of Quinn, we need to sort out the deal to form an alliance with their Irish mob," I command.
      Sofia isn't going to be too happy about me moving the wedding forward by two weeks. But it's what needs to be done in order to keep her safe. If she knew what was going on then I'm sure she'd have a different mindset and view towards me. To her I'm the enemy. Forced to marry me and bound to me from the moment she was born. I remind her that she never got a choice. I don't feel guilty about her being mine, forever and always.