Roller Skates [Yandere Mafia x Reader]

Chapter 49 - Brother?

(Volcov's pov)

To say I know my brother is going to kill me is an understatement of the century. But for the love of God, let's get on with it. I mentally thanked our father for taking care of Sarah because Y/N needed to be gently guided into helping that man.

I found myself standing face to face with a fuming Luka, his expression thunderous, a storm brewing behind those smoldering eyes. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to diffuse the situation, to find a way to lighten the mood with one of my trademark quips. But as I opened my mouth, the words seemed to catch in my throat, my usual quick wit failing me in the face of his palpable rage.

This was no laughing matter, I realized with a sinking feeling. The air crackled with tension, thick and suffocating, as if the very atmosphere had been charged with static electricity. I could practically taste the anger rolling off him in waves, a tangible force that threatened to overwhelm me.

"kakogo cherta ty govoril s moyey zhenoy o sekse?" He said

"Your wife's dear friend Sarah asked me first, I simply responded," I said, my voice carefully measured in an attempt to defuse the situation.

"Chto yeshchyo?" he growled, the Russian words dripping with venom.

What else?

The implication hung heavy in the air, a thinly veiled accusation that sent a chill down my spine.

His eyes bored into me, burning with a murderous intensity that made me want to shrink back. In that moment, I could see the barely contained fury simmering just beneath the surface, a tempest threatening to break loose at any moment.

I swallowed hard, acutely aware of the precarious position I found myself in. One wrong move, one ill-chosen word, and I feared this fragile situation could spiral out of control. A part of me wanted to lash out, to meet his anger with defiance, but a smaller, wiser voice cautioned against such recklessness.

Instead, I took a deep breath, willing myself to remain calm in the face of his rage. If there was any hope of diffusing this powder keg, it would require a deft hand and a level head.

"Luka," I began, my tone deliberately soothing, "I understand your frustration, but you must know that my intentions were pure. Sarah came to me with concerns, and as your friend, I felt obligated to offer what guidance I could."

"Y/N also said the situation that led her on was you," I said, treading carefully. "She never specified what it was, just that she was asking her friends for advice."

He huffed, the sound somewhere between frustration and begrudging acceptance. A flicker of hope ignited within me as I sensed the slightest softening in his demeanor.

Emboldened, I pressed on. "You really need to step up a little, I mean, have a honeymoon or something."

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, I feared I had overstepped once more. But then, to my relief, I noticed the tension in his shoulders ease ever so slightly.

"Look," I continued, choosing my words with care, "if you're really confused, simply do more... intimate things. I mean, this is your first actual relationship."

I held his gaze, watching as the storm clouds seemed to part, giving way to a more pensive expression. He was listening, truly listening, and that alone felt like a victory.

After a moment's pause, he mumbled, "What she want?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.

Progress, at last.

"Simple," I said, leaning in conspiratorially. "Do a little home away from home. It'll be great for you both."

The suggestion hung between us, ripe with possibility. I could see the gears turning in his mind as he mulled over my words, weighing their implications.

And then, like the breaking of a fever, the last vestiges of his fury seemed to melt away, replaced by a newfound determination. He nodded, almost imperceptibly, but it was enough to set my heart at ease.

"Who will work?" he mumbled, his brow furrowing as he considered the logistics of my suggestion.

"Me and father, he won't mind," I assured him, feeling a surge of confidence now that the storm had passed. "It'll give us good time to find the rat."

The mention of our ongoing investigation seemed to pique his interest, his eyes sharpening with renewed focus. I could practically see the gears turning in his mind as he weighed the pros and cons of my proposal.

For a moment, silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken thoughts and calculations. I held my breath, waiting for his response, silently willing him to see the merits of my plan.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he gave a slow, deliberate nod.

"Very well," he said, his voice low but steady.