- 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚
-𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇- a twenty-eight-year-old ruthless, cold-hearted, violent, psychopath killer, and vicious Russian Mafia boss and his sidekick of a brother, falls for two young wealthy girls who are siste...
"𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘....𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐘𝐘𝐘𝐘𝐘𝐘" 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐀 lowly sings along to 'I Want to Be Your Man' by Zapp and Roger, that played lowly throughout the room.
"I can't liveeeeeee my lifeee without yo—Damn Ipad bout to die" she mumbles pouting a little.
She rubbed the small amount of sleep out of her eyes before placing down her pink iPad removing her pink Hello Kitty blanket from her body and getting up off the bed-couch.
Walking into the living room area of the suite, she spotted her charger on the counter and started to make her way to the other side of the room until she felt her toe bang against something.
"Shit!" Tanesha hisses and immediately starts to caress her toe. Her head snaps to what she banged her feet on and her eyes pop from out of her head.
"NIYA!" she semi-yells "Did you bring these in here?"
It was the box Massimo told Tanesha to open while they were on the phone, instead of one black box, it was another sitting next to it that looked very similar.
Nervously, she realized that she had never even opened it; she had left it back in Florida. How did it get there so fast and discreetly? She was perplexed.
"Niya!" she yells once again and just like the first time, she doesn't get a response.
"Niya?" she called out one more time, growing more and more confused as to why her sister wasn't answering. As she was about to call her name once again, a voice she had been avoiding to hear interrupted her.
"Her and Milo went on a little date while you were taking a nap, You know, it's real rude to not open a gift someone gives you, mama," the voice said. That thick Russian accent made Tanesha's heart drop to the pit of her ass, and she turned around to see who it was.
Massimo sat on the couch with one arm behind the couch, a cigar in his mouth, and had a stern expression plastered on his face as he sat there in a well-fitted black suit. His crisp white dress shirt peeked out from under the jacket, its top buttons left undone, revealing his chest tattoos.
"Milo got Taniya one as well, and They'll open together after their date."
He ashed his cigar on the glass table and stood up. Her heart raced as he approached, almost breaking her neck from looking up at him. She gulped nervously as her hands began to grow sweaty.
"Open the box, Tanesha," he commanded, pointing towards it as he drew nearer.
Tanesha shook her head vigorously, each step he took prompting her to retreat further.
