Separated

Chapter 12 - Nikolai

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I watch as she gets carried away by her brother. Actually carried.

She was one spoilt princess, wouldn't even walk with her own two legs. She could inflict pain as she pleased, practice all kinds of  weaponry whenever she liked and completely forgets my existence as soon as she hears her brother's voice. I was almost certain she doesn't even know my name. 

Making my way out where the siblings had a couple minutes beforehand, I walk through the now ruined place to get the hell out of here and figure out who and why whatever happened, happened.

"Boss." A familiar voice calls to me. Turning around, I find Andrei jogging over towards me.

"Is everyone fine?"

"Yes Boss. No one from our side has been injured. Although I couldn't say that for you." He comments, staring down at my arm now drenched with blood from that chandelier piece grazing through it while shoving the princess away from, her demise.

"It's fine."

"It's not fine, I'll let Ivan know." He retorts sounding like a mother hen and thrusting a piece of clothing which I tie around the wound before he returns to business. "And other organizations are attempting to gather some information while others are busy with the lives lost."

"Collect what you can. Hack the information if necessary. I need them all." I demand.

"Yes Boss." He replies as the both of us walk towards and go inside our vehicle. 

"Oh, Lady Yekaterina had called. She was concerned for your safety." Andrei lets me know while he backs out of the place.

That woman. If anyone could be irritatingly persistent, it was her. It didn't matter that I had no interest in her or that I have formally declined her parents offer to merge the two families together, all that ever did was for her to become even more attached. And with the prospect of me taking over, the fire she had took up a notch.

To say that it was painstakingly exasperating would be the understatement of the century. 

It was nowhere near close to the fire to I liked in a person. Namely, the kind that encapsulated the poise and elegance like a swan and an attitude close to that of a tiger or a lion. God she was something. There was much more to her than what she showed to the world.

Annoyingly so.

"Let her know that my safety is none of her business. And to never contact me again."

"Will do." Comes his reply.

I busy myself taking the tablet from the seat next to me and reply to unread emails while simultaneously think of possible scenarios and reasons to explain this mess.

Considering that this incident included multiple crime organisations in attendance, the idea that whoever was behind this was only targeting one family or organisation was low, although not impossible. Regardless, the most likely suspect was the MeX. They went after Taylor's, they're coming after me and possibly the bratva and has past connections with the Yakuza's. Well, the connection with the Yakuza's was a result from unfortunate turn of events but it was a connection nonetheless.

I continue to sift through some other emails when my phone rings.

"Fedorov."

"Kozlov. Where are you?"