𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐦

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Lana Del Rey | Art Deco

14
Reign I. Gusev

Three months and nine days since my beautiful Ami ran out on me. She's fire and passion and connecting with her lights up my dark soul. A captivating creature she is, a goddamn dream. I've been keeping myself occupied while she's on her break. Amina is not far from me I know who is helping my daring fugitive.

The thought of my woman not being under me is driving me mad, yet I enjoy a chase. These past few months have been excusable, I'm trying this thing of becoming more understanding of feelings. I simply feel no need to ruining her time away.

I genuinely hope she enjoying her quiet time on the farm, and when the time is right when we do go head to head, she has this same amount of power and strength it took to run away from me. It's not rare that people don't heed my warnings, I believe I'm easy to understand. I am who I am.

As for Lucas, he's the son of my close ex rival, his father was killed by my brother. He spoke a few words that Roscoe didn't like, it earned him a bullet through that incompetent skull. Lucas is here for business, I knew of his motives when he first approached my woman.

"Vas zhdut muzhchiny iz Ukrainy." Roscoe came into my office announcing. (Men from Ukraine are waiting for you.)

I signaled to let the two men have a seat. Roscoe and I remain quiet waiting for their reason for arrival. I've been expecting Mr Koval I was notified it was news I needed to hear, and by the looks of it he brought a colleague into my home.

"We are conducting billion dollar auction in America next month, wealthy buyers across the globe  are investing at the event."

Roscoe asked, "What are you selling?"

The strange one slyly smirked, "High value women with diamonds." Just in that split second Roscoe rose aiming his gun at them.

"Your confessing to trafficking women you fucking kusok der'ma. Give me a reason I shouldn't kill you right here." He aggressively spat out.

I'm pleased when people remain calm, but it's the panic I crave to sense. I lowered Roscoe's weapon actually want to hear the insanity.

"Relax brother." Eventually he put the gun away and remained standing. I motioned for them to continue.

Koval spoke, "Let me be frank Mr Gusev, my merchandise carry hundred million to possibly 1.2 billion dollars worth of diamonds. This is good deal, especially in your line of work." The smirking man glanced back over to me, I held his stare.

The only way these girls carry diamonds is if this mother fucker cut them open.

He continued, "good money Mr Gusev don't make mistake, beautiful girls no?"

I lowly chuckled looking him in the eye, "It's never been about the money for me Mr Koval. I may show up to this shit show of auction, and I may or may not buy."

He nodded anyway getting up to leave, but I noticed the unusual one give Roscoe a daring look, he won't make it two feet out the door.

"Mr Koval, your friend stays." I said then he looked over at him. I go around the desk to placing my hand on his shoulder, leading him out the room and down the hall.

We heard four rounds of gun shots go off, nervousness painted his face as he looked in the direction we came from. "Reign, what is the meaning of this?"

"Like you said Koval you know my line of work hm. Disrespect my family your life I will have, and if you think I'll associate myself with loony sex traffickers your fucking playing in my face. However, if I show to this auction, it will be for a fucking good reason. Understood?"

He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"Good." I whispered. "Miranda! Please show this gentlemen out." I called out for my house keeper walking away. I have more important matters to tend to. It's time I visit my soon to be wife.

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