𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

68 || BLACK FOLDER

𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤 – 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕪
CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT | BLACK FOLDER
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Vladimir was surprised when Storm texted. They hadn't talked in several weeks so the sudden dinner invitation at Storm's was very much unexpected. What had surprised him the most, however, was when Sophia walked up to him with a shy blush and a basket full of expensive chocolates, a bottle of his wife's champagne, a bottle of perfume, flowers and various snacks that his grandchildren would like.

"I'm..." Sophia glanced behind her shoulder to make sure that they were all alone, "I'm sorry for not reaching out when I made you a promise. I've been a bit stressed."

Vladimir blinked. She hadn't made a promise. She'd simply said she wanted to be on good terms with him. Not reaching out didn't mean they weren't. It just meant she was busy with other aspects of her life. "You don't need to apologise-"

She shushed him and looked behind her shoulder in paranoia. "Just take the basket and go."

He was confused. Storm was the one who'd texted him, after all. "Is Storm the one who's been making you stressed?"

"No."

He wasn't convinced. "I think anyone would get a bit stressed in your circumstances. Especially regarding Storm."

"Viktor is amazing."

Vladimir's eyes nearly budged out of his head at the use of Storm's real name. He still wasn't used to it. But the change wasn't sudden. After all, she'd been with him for several months and Storm had yet to kill her. Morozov even dared to say that it seemed like the boy liked her company.

"I just wanted to... Fuck. Say that it was one of the staff in the lobby who gave you the basket or something."

Vladimir watched as Sophia scrambled away from him and ran into another room. It wasn't long after that Storm walked over, a towel draped on his shoulders.

"Vlad?" Storm walked over, smiling upon seeing the basket. "You didn't have to bring anything. I'm sure Sophia would appreciate the chocolates." Before Vladimir could say anything, Storm took the basket from his hands. "Sophia? Look at what Vlad brought over."

To say that she was annoyed would be an understatement.

"Give me that." She ripped the basket out of Storm's hand, causing him to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. But before he could scream at her for acting like a fucking brat, she was gone.

"Don't mind her. Why'd you come? What's the occasion?"

Vladimir was confused. "You texted me."

"I didn't text you."

Vladimir pulled out his phone and showed the messages. It was a few seconds of skimming over the messages for Storm to realise what had really happened.

"Sophia!"

Recognition filled his eyes as Storm bounced his foot impatiently. "She sent the message then." Vladimir chuckled. "You're a bit daft, aren't you?"

Storm's hand inched closer to his gun. "Wanna elaborate on that?"

Vladimir only laughed. "That basket," he made a gesture, "it was a gift for me – from Sophia. But she doesn't want you to know. Who knows why."

Storm knew why. He told her not to bow down to anyone, apologise to anyone or feel remorse for anyone other than Storm. No one was her equal other than Storm. She didn't owe anyone anything other than Storm.