Separated

Chapter 4 - Nikolai

New Chapter!!!

Time to see the trio together in the same space. 😉☘️

Enjoy your reading time !!!♟️
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I take a drag out of the cigarette currently in hand as I wait for the two to arrive. It was open information that our current Pakhan, Vladmir was going to die soon, it was just a matter of when. Prediction and rumours spread but from what I could gather, he had a couple of months. Half a year at most. But given our culturally unhealthy habit of drinking whenever we pleased, smoking whenever we wanted, and lack of a decent sleep schedule, I was confident he wouldn't last long.

It goes without saying that I respected the man. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have just sat back and waited for him to die. But regardless, changes needed to be made. We had prided ourselves in being one of the most successful faction in the States, however, over the recent years, whether it was due to Vladmir's health decline or if it was because there was a rat inside, slowly, quietly, the profits made were just not amounting up to where it should be.

Unsurprisingly, the issue at hand was starting to piss me off. I didn't do shit just for the results to be vanished into nowhere.

What I needed to do was convince the rest of the organization to vote me into that seat, and strength and cover all bases.

That started with the two that just walked inside, Luke Taylor and Ryosuke Sakurazuki.

Luke Taylor has always been a good acquaintance of mine and my cousin Sofia was to marry one of his friends, Will Bates. Taylor was what you would call an anomaly. You could probably situate him in some high-class society in England or something and would fit there just fine. He was everything posh and respectable. Or at least on the outside. When it came to his family or his now wife, especially his wife, he could and would burn the fucking country down if s she wished for it. I mean he did burn a few bodies to crisp. Witchcraft style.

Ryosuke Sakurazuki has never been someone I preferred to associate myself with. We were forced to see each other by both our parents from a young age and although I understand how important connections are now, back then, it wasn't an interest I had. Not to mention that this living being possessed very little emotions but manages to peel every layer you had and observe you as some hamster in an experiment lab.

"Make it quick Fedorov. I'd much rather be elsewhere than be in your presence." Taylor comments as he grabs a glass pour rum in it.

"Agreed." Sakurazuki decides to chime in before taking his seat.

"And good evening to the both of you." I take in another drag settling myself before I speak any further.

"Do you mind putting that out? I'd rather not inhale toxic chemicals." Sakurazuki motions towards the cigarette that I had in hand.

"I agree, Alaina hates the smell of that shit."

Since when did these two decided to be some kind of buddies ganging up on me?

Reluctantly, I stub it down and settle it aside. I didn't invite the two for fun and games. I'd much rather not concern myself with them physically, mentally or morally if I hadn't need to.

"Might be obvious to the two of you, but our leader is currently dying. He's on palliative care. I do believe that the net leader will be appointed sometime soon. And I'd like both of your support when the time comes."

"Quite bold of you to think you'd be the next leader, don't you think? What makes you think Vladmir's daughter won't take the role?" Taylor quickly questions before sipping on his rum.