My princess to the Black Widow Mafia

Chapter 160. Day 40

Destination Russia: Sunday 10:04 a.m.

Vladimir POV
"Gde moy syn?" (Where is my son?) I asked my wife Sultania. "Ya ne znayu, chto on ne byl doma s tekh por, kak uznal ob etoy devushke." (I don't know he hasn't been home since he found out about that girl.) she explained.

I walked out of our bedroom going in the living room to ask my other son where his older brother was. He hasn't been home for almost a month now I was getting worried.

He met some women and he told me he was going to bring her back home with him but I haven't seen or spoken to him since then. "Gde tvoy brat Mikhail?" (Where is your brother Mikhail.) I asked my other son Luca.

"On poyekhal v N'yu-York." (He went to New York.) My son Luca told me. "Pozvoni yemu." (Call him.) I told him. He pulled out his phone calling Mikhail on his phone.

The phone rung for a whole minute before he answered. "Privet Mikhail?" (Hello Mikhail?) I said into the phone. No one answered instead they hung up the phone.

My phone started going off in my pocket I pulled it out of my pocket to answer it. A message from Mikhail popped up on my screen I clicked it my eyes widened at the disgusting picture I was looking at on my phone.

My son was chained up with blood everywhere and what looked like his dick was shoved into his mouth. My son Luca looked at my phone and then looked up at me with fear and anger in his eyes.

My phone went off again with another picture I clicked on it. My stomach felt like it flipped over from the disgusting photo I was seeing on my phone.

It was a picture of my headless son, his head was chopped off. My hands began to tremble the more I looked at the terrifying picture of my son headless.

I looked at my son who had tears rushing down his face and looked like he was about to throw up any second. My wife walked up to me with an annoyed expression grabbing my phone from my trembling hands.

As soon as she looked at the picture on my phone she dropped my phone and started screaming and crying hysterically. I slumped down on my couch in disbelief that I just saw something like that.

"Why are you sitting there get up and go find out who did this to our son!" My wife yelled at me as she cried. "Go find them!" She demanded angrily. She grabbed my arm trying to yank me up from the couch.

I yanked my arms from her grasp slapping her across her face harshly. She stopped screaming touching her cheek that I slapped her on. "Go to your room!" I yelled at her. "No!" She yelled back.

I sat up from the couch grabbing her by her hair. She screamed out in pain while trying to fight me to get my grip off of her hair. I started dragging her by her hair along the floor to her bedroom to lock her inside.

"Ublyudok, eto vse tvoya vina, otvratitel'noye pozorishche!" (You bastard! This is your fault, you disgusting disgrace!) She yelled as I dragged her into her room.

I practically threw her into her room slamming her door shut before she could stop me. "Let me go you disgusting bastard!" She yelled banging on her door as I locked it shut with the key.

I walked away from her bedroom walking back into the living room. The door bell rung I looked at my son Luca who already looked my way as soon as we heard the door bell ring.

I walked towards my front door opening the door slowly. No one was at the door except for a brown box that was on my front porch that had something leaking out of it.

My son crouched down to open the box to see what was inside of it. As soon as he opened it a strong smell came from it that made me and my son cover our noses from the disgusting smell.

He moved the papers that were layered on top covering what was inside the box. "What the fuck!" My son Luca shouted stumbling back away from the box frightened by what was in the box.

"What is it Luca?" I asked him. He nodded his head more tears running down his face. I crouched down to take a look at what was inside the box that made Luca so scared.

I opened the flap of the box glancing at what was inside the box. As soon as I seen what would look like my son's face I looked away from the box. They sent me a package of my son's head chopped off.

My phone started ringing I answered it quickly bringing it up to my ear. "You like the little gift Vladimir?" A man asked me through the phone with amusement in his voice.

"Is this a sick joke or something bring me my son back or you're going to have a lot of problems." I threatened the man angrily. He started to laugh mockingly.

"I did bring you your son well his head is that not enough do you want the rest of his body?" He asked me mockingly. "Who are you?" I asked practically yelling into my phone. I ran my hand down my face frustratedly and angrily.

"Did you look inside the box?" He asked me. "Yeah I did bitch, who the fuck are you?" I asked him irritatedly. "Look in the box again the answer is written on your son's forehead." He explained calmly.

I looked into the box again just like he said on my son's forehead the words 'Black Widows' was carved into his skin with a knife. "Chertovy ublyudk." (Fucking bastards.) I said under my breath.

I knew very well who the Black Widows were he owned most of New York even the fucking cops worked for him. What the fuck was my son thinking getting into trouble with them I have no idea.

"What did he do?" I asked him clenching my jaw angrily because I already knew I was next on his hit list. "He wanted what was mine, I'm sure you already know I don't play about what is mine, right Vladimir?" He taunted me.

He sounded sick, psychotic almost. He was born with a powerful, and fearful tone that made anyone and everyone feel uneasy and nervous. "What do you want from me?" I asked him struggling to keep my voice steady.

"I want your head chopped off just like your son's." Chills ran down my spine and goosebumps rose on my skin from his heartless words. "Why me you got your revenge already?" I asked him.

"Because my wife's revenge isn't over until I have all of your heads and hands chopped off." He replied. "You have 48 hours to come to New York before I come over there and kill Luca as well." He threatened.

My mind couldn't wrap around the fact on how he knew all of our names, where I lived how he knew so much about all of us there was literally no way for me to escape I was stuck.

"Don't try to hide Vladimir I will find you and torture you just like I did to your poor little son Mikhail." He replied as if he could read my mind. "Tell Luca I said hello." He said mockingly laughing before he hung up.

We were all fucked he was going to kill all of us. My son made war with the wrong people and I had no control over anything my Mafia and family were all done for.

I was going to be destroyed, I just lost a war that I had no idea I was in nor did I have any part in it. Caleb Blackwood was going to destroy all of us and everyone was going to know. I was going to die out of embarrassment for everyone in my Mafia.