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"DARAKTCHIEVA HAVE BEEN RUNNING BULGARIA FOR YEARS, we've expanded beyond Europe. We have branches across Russia, Asia, South America. Inez, you are in line to take over the largest criminal organisation in the world and you refuse that for some play time in this ameature hellhole?" The woman explained, almost inducing Inez's stress. "You are a Daraktvhieva, Inez."
Tsveta sat in the passenger seat of Inez's car, Katiya in the back with a gun to her head.
"Normal people take their niece out for dinner and discuss life plans." Inez remarked in irritation, taking her keys out of the ignition.
"You're not exactly a conversationalist, are you?" Her aunt fired back.
"No, actually. I love the sound of my own voice, could talk for hours. I just fucking hate you."
Tsveta let out a hum, looking away from Inez to take in the information. "Well." She muttered. "You have your mother's mouth."
"I'll take that as a compliment, I love my mommy." Inez quipped, a teasing smile decorating her face. "I will also assume you won't be leaving."
"Not until you return home."
"You're not very good at this organised crime thing, Tsveta. Most people in your position would have kidnapped people in my position by now." The girl turned her body to glance at Katiya in the backseat. She opened her car door, climbing out. "Neither of you have made any moves." She pointed at Tsveta. "You're not the boss. Someone else is in control. Dyado? Maybe? Whoever it is, tell them I'm not coming."
Inez slammed her car door closed, confident they'll leave her car when they're ready.
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"Girls shower, perv." Inez hissed, wrapping a towel around her body.
Viktor had a shy smile to him. "Pretty girl might want company?" He said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Pretty girl does not want your company." She retorted. "What do you really want, Viktor?"
His playful attitude dropped. "Shabnam is fuck up. I come to ask if it is too late to swap sides?"
