All the bad things {18+}

Safe For Her |03

I sit impatiently, what was taking them so long? Barely two hours in on my part and I'm already experiencing withdrawals symptoms from the internet.

I go to my bag rummaging through it. I've reapplied lipgloss a hundred times in the last one hour. Just as i was going downstairs to scream at a poor soul, the guard comes in with my MacBook and IPhone.

"Where's the prick?" I question taking the things from him.
"Sir is at the office."
"You mean drug cartel?" I slam my door closed and rip apart the packaging. I've opened so many it doesn't have the 'new feel' anymore.

I got the MacBook i chucked down last week and an AirPod Max a week before. I don't care much for those things.
I transfer my info into the new phone. I realised that I really did have a lot of nudes.

They weren't necessarily nudes but they were me in really suggestive lingerie.
Sitting on my bed I receive a call from an unknown number.
"Hello?" I bring the phone to my ear.
"We have a meeting at 7pm sharp. Someone is coming over, meet me in front of the study."
"Who?"
"No questions."

The beeping at the end of the line lets me know that he ended the call.
"Stupid prick." I mumble before getting ready to welcome an unknown guest.

...............

I dust down my Ralph Lauren chiffon dress paired with lightly jewelled heels. I wasn't going to seem small, not in front of this man, not in front of any.

I walk towards his study only to see him there looking impatiently at the watch on his wrist.
"You're late."
"Already with the nagging?"

He clenches his jaw before sighing. "Mr Erwin will be here soon, pay attention."
With the escort of about seven men a short pudgy man comes in through a corner.
Lomonosov and i are equally surrounded by guards of our own.

"Ah! Mr Erwin." He greets, me standing behind him like a fool.
"Lomonosov!" He stretches out his hands and they shake. "It's been a while, i heard you got married."
"Yes i did, yesterday."
"Ah! I would've made it but Mr Ebuka had quite the messy trail."

I scrunch my nose up at his pronunciation of my Late father's name.
'Tch, that's not how it's pronounced.' I mutter, Roman seems to have heard me as he turns to me. I raise a middle finger at him.

Roman leads us into his 'study'. This man must be really old fashioned as it looks like something king Henry would use.

We sit on two separate sofas, divided by a fancy coffee table in the middle. Erwin sits with me, and takes out some documents from his briefcase.
"Mr Lomonosov, come, sit by your wife. I'm sure after last night she needs you close." He chuckles.

I see the unamused look behind his eyes but switches places with Erwin. I keep my distance and Mr Erwin begins to read out dad's last requests.

"-and she is to take over once the business is fully legalised and safe for my dear daughter."
"That might take years." Lomonosov stands, looking out the window resting on the opposite sides of the desk he had in the middle.

"With how big the mess is, he'll incur losses.... I can handle it and curb it to a certain percentage but only the devil knows how long it'll take for it to be 'safe'."
He brings out a cigar and snips the tip, lighting it and immediately polluting the air.

I hold my nose, those things were beyond disgusting.
Erwin also brings out his own. I almost die from the smoke coming at two different directions.

"Mr Lomonosov, put that out. Your wife looks like she's at the brink of death."
Mr Erwin extinguishes his and Mr please-kiss-my-ass begrudgingly does the same.

"Sorry dear." The man apologises, all i get from Mr Lomonosov there is just a look..... he was probably considering killing me by lighting all the cigars in that box simultaneously.

Mr Erwin gives me a run down and i piece it with what i already knew.

My father in his last years tried disbanding the mafia once he realised that it was going to affect me, he did things too hastily, left too many trails and even got arrested when I was visiting Greece.

He purposely sent me off and tried to handle things. His jail time worsened his health, when i came back he couldn't breathe properly and had terrible headaches.
We had him hospitalised and he knew that his time was coming.... That's when he told me of everything including his involvement in a life of crime.

He asked me to marry into the Lomonosov family through Roman. I refused but my father did not want me to suffer because the moment he died, i would be walking around with a target on my head.
People would want what was left of his fortune, despite the losses, it was still a massive fortune.
In the upper billions.

Other families weren't competent enough to clean up his mess but he knew Roman, Roman was relentless..... nothing was past his abilities no matter how long it took.
He said Roman had agreed and he refused for me to say no.
One day we had his funeral, the next week i was married off.

"All to ensure my safety."
"Yes all to ensure your safety," Mr Erwin pauses. "He might've lived a life of crime but he wants not the same fate for you.
He spent his years looking over his shoulder and making allies with friends and enemies. He wants you free."

Erwin stretches out his hand to Lomonosov. "This man will ensure you that, i can guarantee you."
"But we have to cooperate." Lomonosov rests on his desk.
"Your definition of cooperation is me sitting there and looking stupid." I snap.
"You look stupid all the time you should cooperate while at it." He shouts back.

"Don't yell at me you cunt."
"Stop cussing."
"Go buy ear plugs."

Between our banter mr Erwin had packed his things and was at the door.
"I will be taking my leave now, I'll leave you both to it." And the doors click close.

"I'm done here." I get up.
"Close the doors on your way out."

I do the exact opposite, leaving them wide open, i speed walk away my heels clicking on the floor.

"Who the hell does that cunt think he is?!" I screech out.

............ Lomonosov's P.O.V

I rub at my temples and sigh.
"You'll be the death of me." I say to myself.

"Who does that cunt think he is?!" I hear her shrill voice from the empty hallways.
"Well mr Ebuka, it's nice to know that your daughter's real a piece of work."

I say to thin air lighting up my cigar again. A lot has happened in the past 72 hours.
I spent one day reviewing mr Ebuka's messy records, i spent the next getting ready to marry a supposed 'angel', I finished the last 24 with an angry woman throwing things at me from above and then calling me a cunt in my own home.

I blow out the cigar. "I really landed one didn't i?"

A.N: You married an igbo girl mixed with Fulani in her and you are expecting peace. Nah, man doesn't know how we roll.