My princess to the Black Widow Mafia

Chapter 163. Our deaths

Vladimir POV
"Kto eti lyudi, Vladimir?" (Who are these people Vladimir?) My grandfather asked me as we drove to Central Park where I was going to meet Caleb Blackwood for the first and last time.

"Mafiya Chernykh Vdov." (The Black Widow Mafia.) I answered him. His eyes widened slightly when I mentioned the name of the Mafia my son caused a war with.

"Chego Mikhail khotel ot nikh?" (What did Mikhail want from them?) He asked me confused but I was just as confused as he was. I didn't know what my son was thinking messing with someone as powerful and strong as them.

"Skoro uznayem, baba." (We will find out soon baba.) I told him as our driver pulled into the parking lot of Central Park next to multiple blacked out BMW's and Mercedes.

"Luca you stay in the car." I told my son before he opened his door to get out the car. "Why dad they killed my brother I want to see the bastards that killed him." He said angrily refusing to stay in the car.

"These people are not someone to play with your brother started this mess and he paid the price do you want to end up just like him?" I asked him annoyed with his disobedience.

He stayed quiet not responding to me looking down at his feet instead. "Stay in the car and don't come out for any reason whatsoever." I told him before I opened my door to get out the car.

My grandfather and me stepped out of the car with my men following behind us as we walked to the front of the cars parked all in a huge circle as if surrounding us.

To call these people rich was understatement they were beyond rich, you could tell they had more money than anyone would ever be able to even get close to.

They were billionaires but I could tell they had more than that judging by their cars, their clothes, the guns they had, the huge gold chains around some of their necks, and the rings on their fingers that looked like they costed more than my life.

I was a millionaire close to being a billionaire by auctioning off woman and children on the black market as sex slaves and other inhuman things just for the money.

My wife hated me I bought her off the auction from her father but she hated me and vowed to never love me back because of what I did for a living.

Me and my grandfather stood in the middle waiting to meet Caleb. His men surrounded us with huge rifles in their arms standing like soldiers with expressionless faces.

I knew one small fuck up all of us would be dead before we could even blink our eyes. I turned around hearing footsteps coming towards me and my grandfather.

I noticed a very tall man with dark brown short hair, slight stubble on his face, and tattoos coming up from his neck more hiding under his shirt and his forearms were completely covered in tattoos as well with bulging muscles and veins visibly showing.

Two other men walked beside him one taller than the other, one had blonde hair and the other had dark brown hair.

They walked in front of me and my grandfather the tallest man out of the other two towered over us with a dark smile on his face. I stood my ground keeping myself calm.

"Are you Caleb?" My grandfather asked the tallest man. "Yes, Victor." He answered my grandfather saying his name in a mocking tone. "What do you want from us?" My grandfather asked him.

He looked at both of us with the same dark smile somehow turning into an even more darker smile, this man gave off an eerie feeling that I didn't like at all.

"I want Vladimir's head and his hands chopped off." He said while staring directly at me. "What did Mikhail want from you?" My grandfather asked him irritatedly.