𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

48 || BIRTHDAY

𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖 – 𝕜𝕒𝕝𝕚 𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT | BIRTHDAY
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Anger consumed Storm after he woke up and found that Sophia had not slept in his arms. He went from room to room, slamming door by door open and found each one empty. It was then that he realised that she'd left.

She'd left the fucking condo.

"You," Storm pointed at his pouting dog. "You let her leave?"

Koshmar only glared at him as though blaming him for her leaving.

"I didn't fucking kick her out, she left."

Koshmar whined.

"Oh shut up."

Koshmar's whines got louder. He continued whining as he watched Storm ignore him and walk straight to the kitchen to make breakfast. He wanted to go out and find the woman he regarded as his mommy.

"Zamolchi." Shut up.

Koshmar barked and shook his head, his whines turning into howls of grief as though the little stalker had succumbed to death.

Storm had gotten so used to her that he grew increasingly annoyed when he found himself making two portions of breakfast instead of one. He couldn't even fucking eat his breakfast without having Koshmar whine.

Storm dropped his spoon making it clatter on the marble counter. He pinched the bridge of his nose and cursed under his breath. "I told you to shut up, didn't I?"

Koshmar howled dramatically again.

Storm's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "You want us to go and find her, that it?"

Koshmar stood up and panted excitedly with a huge grin on his lips.

"Eat your fucking breakfast first."

Koshmar's grin dropped and he gave Storm the stink eye before going to his bowl of food and glared at him in between bites.

It wasn't long before they were out. He searched through all the places she could've been. Her condo, Andrej's clubs, and Olga's. It was there that he found that Olga had supposedly left the manor with a girl who had silky black hair and the prettiest of blue eyes.

He wasn't an idiot. They were, of course, talking about Sophia.

Knowing he wouldn't be able to pin down one of the leaders of Bratva, he decided to pin down Olga's personal chauffeur. It was then that he found the pair grinning over a cup of coffee. Olga caressed Sophia's cheek and said something that made the little girl smile so widely that bitterness pooled in Storm's mouth.

Angry, Storm shoved Koshmar's leash into one of Olga's many guards' hands before stomping inside, gripping the back of the hoodie she was wearing so hard that he practically choked her. His black hoodie. She was fucking mocking him.

With wide eyes, Sophia locked her blues with Storm's angry ones, lips parting as she watched him breathe heavily, pulling the chair back and making it screech against the floor. Storm pulled her up on her feet by the hood of her hoodie, picking her up and stealing her chair from right under her before plopping her butt back onto his lap where it belonged.

The worst part was that he couldn't even fucking feel her skin underneath his fingers from the excess fabric of his hoodie. He was sure right then and there that he would burn every fucking hoodie and sweater he owned. He was beyond fucking furious. He couldn't even speak