Obsessed

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My smart, beautiful girl.

But so stupid for thinking she could get away from me.

I let her think she was winning, that I was letting her go.

My brave, little Kotyonok, believing that she could overpower me.

Dumb girl.

Her little fist against my face formed an internal smile. God, she was adorable.

I felt only pressure, no pain.

However, I wouldn't let her think that she was weak.

No, she was my strong girl.

My father was the Pakhan of the Bratva before me. He was trained to kill and show no mercy. His father raised him through abuse and violence, and he held a darkness within him throughout his life.

Until, he met my mother during a human trafficking auction, in which he was supposed to attack the Italians and seize stolen shipments.

He noticed her on stage, being sold like cattle. Worn of bruises, scratches, and scars.

He told me that seeing her struggle, hurt him. He felt anger like never before, and wanted to tear apart everyone in the room but her. Never was he the type of man to pay much attention towards women, he was ambitious to his work and nothing else.

But, when he saw her, it all changed.

The Bratva soldiers charged into the room, guns ablaze, and forced the sick men onto their knees.

The children and women were escorted out by the gentler men of the mafia, except for one.

My mother.

He caught her before she was to leave. He said that she embodied a frightened doe, flinching away and shying her eyes from everyone and everything.

He asked her if she had any family, to which she quietly replied no. She had been brought up in the foster system, sold to the Italians by her previous guardians.

After that, he forced her into a new prison. He claimed to love her, but instead it was shown through possessive and obsessive forms.

However, never once did he lay his hands on her. He only showed her comfort and love. She refused his affections, hating him for preventing her freedom.

Eventually, she fell in love with him. Just like he had been when he first saw her.

I would force Davina to love me, to become so utterly obsessed with me that she couldn't survive without me.

I watched from afar as her smooth legs pushed her through the greens of the front yard as she approached the gates.

Little to her knowledge, there was no escaping me.

I leaned back against the nearby wall, crossing my eyes over my chest while I watched my baby lose her breath.

She glanced over her shoulder, squinting when she noticed I wasn't trailing her.

I smirked, even though she couldn't tell, and lifted my hand, giving her a wave.

I watched as she bent forward, placing her hands on her knees, huffing like her life depended on it.

My athletic girl.

She eventually sat down against the iron rods. She brought her knees to her chest and flipped me off.

God, I love her.

When she got back up, she regained her sprinting pace and shot off to the other end of the courtyard, where the lilacs were planted.

Stupid, blind girl. She's going to have an allergic reaction if she gets near there.

I reached for my phone in my jacket pocket, calling Ivan and Alexei, to make sure they didn't let her near those flowers.

I had no control over the gardens in this place. It was a temporary home with maximum security before I moved me and Davina to a more private residence.

Whoever planted those lilacs however, was going to wish they never neared a garden in the first place if it hurts my girl.

I ran in her direction, my longer legs boosting my speed. When I neared her, she turned around and let out a shriek, increasing her pace.

"Baby, you need to stop." I shouted at her. I didn't want to hurt her, but she couldn't go through those plants. I wouldn't let her.

I sped up, a foot from her, and grabbed her waist. I pulled her against me, wrapping my arms around her small waist.

Oh, sweet girl.

I left soft kisses around her hair, embracing her strong scent of vanilla and sugar.

I felt her struggle, her hands whacking at my hold.

"Let go of me, you big baboon!" She cried.

I felt her tear streaks fall down her face, causing her mascara to smudge around her eyes.

I twisted her around, making sure my grip was tight enough so she couldn't run away again.

I looked down at her, her wet eyes refusing to meet mine.

"Look at me, Kotyonok." I demanded.

She glared up at me with her beautiful large, green eyes. I wiped the black smear away from her eyelids with my thumb.

I smiled softly, "If you went any closer to those,"

I pointed towards the patch of flowers that were hidden between shrubs.

"you would've put your pretty little self in the hospital. You think that i'm a bad guy and to everyone else, I am. But, to you, I will never be."

Her mouth opened partially, in a shocked manner. She stumbled over her words until she chose to remain quiet.

I looked down at her bruised, swollen knuckles. I looked at her, a way of asking permission. She just looked at me nervously.

I continued to reach for her small hand, gently taking it into my palm. She stiffened for a split second, before relaxing when she realized I meant her no harm.

I brought it to my lips, tenderly kissing all over her wounds.

While my mouth remained on her cuts, I looked up at her innocently. Just to see if I would get a reaction.

I was not disappointed.

Her cheeks were flushed, accentuating her emerald eyes.

The tip of my mouth rose, causing a smirk to appear.

"Let me help you, Malyshka." I spoke deeply.

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