I Give Up

Chapter 4

Vladimir's POV:

   "Explain yourself." I looked at him with a cold stare,as I sat down on my cushion and crossed my legs. I've already made up my mind on how to handle this situation, but I'll give him the opportunity to change it.
    "I'm sorry, Master,it was a moment of weakness. It will never happen again."
   "A moment of weakness you say. Pavel,I entrusted you with Mr. Volkov's daughter and you are very well informed about what her father did, and your excuse for doing such an outrageous thing is,A moment of weakness?" My voice became colder than my eyes.
   "Is this how weak your discipline is? When did you become disloyal,Pavel?"
   "I truly failed you, Master. I'm ready for the consequences for my action." He kept his head down while I just looked at him. Pavel is the only person in this fucked up world, excluding Alexander,that I trust with my life. But looking at him now,all I want to do is kill him. I despise disloyalty just as much as I despise lies.
   "Go to the site and don't return till I say otherwise."
  "Okay, Master. But sh....." He stopped talking and left.
    I watched as he left my office with my glass in my hands,and my mind in a mess but I didn't show it. I'm beginning to think that she's really pretending to have memory loss.
  I threw my glass on the door and it immediately broke into a million pieces. I'm sorry Princess, but Vladimir has to resort to his last option. I smirked slightly but getting up immediately,finally deciding the best way to handle this situation.
 
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It was hard, really hard, but I couldn't figure out why. Watching her wear such revealing clothing in front of other men made me feel a burning desire to end all their lives and hide her away from other prying eyes. My eyes never left her,I tried to look away but it was so fucking hard. She looked so uncomfortable and disgusted as she wore a fake smile to serve those bastards.
  "I'm leaving,get her."
   "But Master...." She kept quiet immediately.
    "I'm pulling out my shares." I sipped my wine and paid no attention to her.
   "Please, Master, I'm sorry,for...." I stood up immediately once I saw a man actually dare to talk to her and now he is scolding her?
    I felt rage course through me and I didn't know when I walked towards them and began to beat him up.
  "Why are you doing this? Why are you acting as though you care?" My mind asked me causing me to stop. Why was i doing that?
   "Let's go." I ordered and immediately started to walk away when I heard a crash. I turned around and saw her on the floor. What game is she playing here? People gathered around her trying to revive her but she didn't wake up. Is she really unconscious? I made my way through the crowd and looked at her closely. If this is an act,I really will kill her.
   I carried her in bridal style as I walked out of the bar.
  "Master." He bowed and opened the door.
   "Inform Nina that her assistance is needed the second we get into the penthouse." I ordered as I laid her on the seats at the back. I couldn't help but touch her neck and forehead. She has a fever? How low is her immune system? Just a little stress and she loses consciousness? What a weak little thing.

Irina's POV:

  I woke up with a blinding headache and I felt sore all over.
   "Hey, how are you feeling?" I tried answering her question but It felt as though just keeping my eyes open became such a difficult and stressful task.
   "It's okay, just rest. It's nice to see you again." She smiled at me and I managed to smile slightly.
   "I know it's hard, but if you can just try to remember something, anything, Master's starting to lose his patience and I don't know what he'll do once he's lost it." I looked at the ceiling feeling helpless and useless. Maybe he should just finish me off.
   "Just try, okay? I don't want things to be difficult for you." I couldn't even look at her face and only nodded.
    "I'll just let you rest then." I heard the door open and shut.
  Why can't I remember anything? If only I could,I would just give him what he wants. I wonder who hurt me this much that I don't even know what my name is. How's my life going to be? There's no way I'll live in this place forever, he'll soon get sick of my useless self and kill me. But I don't know want to die without knowing who I am or at least who I was. I just want to know something about myself before I die, but will that be possible. Will I really be...
   The sound of the door shutting brought me out of my thoughts. He walked towards the bed slowly but steadily and looked at me with cold eyes. If this were the first time I'm seeing him, I'd begin to think that I'd committed an unforgivable sin. But it's not my first time and I know that, even if I did commit an unforgivable sin or not, either way,his eyes would be cold,his face expressionless and his aura dominating.
    He just sat on the chair beside the bed and sipped wine. How high is his alcohol tolerance? He just drinks it as though it's fruit juice. I don't think it's healthy to drink this much though, even if you won't get drunk.
   "Can I say something?" I just spoke? I must be feeling better.
   "Nina said you're too weak to talk,now you just spoke. Was that an act?"
   "No,it wasn't. I really couldn't talk at that time."
   "What did you want to say?"
    "Is... Is Pavel coming back?"
    "Consider me his replacement."
    "Is he alive?" He stopped looking at me and focused on the papers in his hand. Did he really kill Pavel? If he did,then what am I to do? I'm nothing compared to Pavel when it comes to him. I gulped down a huge lump of saliva and pulled the duvet closer to me hiding my face in it.
    I tried to fall asleep, since that's the only place I can do whatever I want whenever I please, but I couldn't. I kept turning trying to find the perfect position but I still felt uncomfortable.
    I screamed a little trying to pass out my aggression forgetting that it's not Pavel that's here with me. I looked over at him but it seemed like he was still focused on his work. But looking closely,I don't think he's focused on anything,his mind seems to be somewhere else. To confirm,I screamed once more,this time my eyes were closed. I looked at his way and saw him flip the page of his book as though he were in a trance.
    Should I do something? What can I do? Maybe I should just ignore him. After all,he may get the wrong idea,If I try to assist him. I laid back down and covered my body with the duvet but my eyes were on him.
    Quit it and go to sleep! He wouldn't try to help you,so why even think about helping him? Just close your eyes and dream.
    "Okay,I gotta do something." I stood up from the bed after another 20 minutes of turning, trying to avoid staring at him and ending up staring at him.
    I tiptoed towards him and tried so very much not to make a sound, but the second I touched him,he jerked up causing me to fall down on my butt.
   "What were you trying to do?" He asked his face still expressionless but his voice carried pain.
    "I don't even know." I admitted as I tried to stand but my now aching butt made it difficult.
    "Get up from there and go to sleep, that's an order." He left the room.
   "Stupid me." I said to myself. What was I trying to do? Trying to bring him back to reality? Then why was I acting so nervous?

 
   Vladimir's POV:
   
   "Yes,Master."
    "Make sure it's done as discreetly as possible."
     "Of course, Master." I ended the call. I've been working at home since I sent Pavel to the site. I need him to get himself back and I want to understand Mr. Volkov's daughter intentions. She seems innocent, but that doesn't mean she is.
    "Master,Miss wants to leave the room,she sent me here to ask for your permission." She knocked
    "No"
    "Okay, Master." She left the door. Just because she's alive doesn't mean she gets to request for things. Am I being too lenient? I'm trying not to be hard on her,why? My initial reason was because she may be his daughter but it's not her who caused the incident. So what are my reasons now? Because as far as I'm concerned, I've never cared whether you did it or not as long as you're somehow related to the person who did, you'll suffer the same fate, only yours will be a quick death.
    My phone rang bringing me back to the real word. The caller ID "Mat'" (Mother) nearly made me scowl.
   "Dobryy den',Mat."
       (Good afternoon, Mother)
  
    "Dobryy den', Vladimir. Ya slyshal o tvoyem novom plennike,ona deystvitel'no dohch' mistra Volkova?"
    (Good afternoon, Vladimir. I heard about your new prisoner,is she really Mr. Volkov's daughter?)

   "Ya uveren, ty uzhe znayesh otvet na eto."
     (I'm sure you already know the answer to that.)

    "Khoroshaya rabota,syn. Ty khoroshaya sdelal, chto poymal ee, teper' ostalos' tol'ko vernut' ee vospominaniya."
    (Good job,son. You did well by capturing her, all that's left are her memories to return.)

     "Eshche chto-nibud' ty hochesh' skazat', Mat?"
     (Anything else you want to say,Mother?)

     "Da,potoropis' poluchit' neobkhodimuyu informatsiyu ot nee. Tvoi svodnye brat'ya uzhe pletyut protiv tebya zagovor. Esli ona ne dast tebe to chto ty hochesh',v techenie nedeli ya lichno pridu tuda sam"
      (Yes, be quick with getting the necessary information from her. Your step brothers are already plotting an attack against you. If she hasn't given you what you want in a weeks time, I'll personally come there myself.)

      "Eto ne budet neobkhodimo, Mama, ya sam mogu razobratsya so svoimi delami. No spasibo za predlozhenie. Ya zakanchivayu zvonok." I ended the call.
     (That will not be necessary, Mother,I can handle my affairs by myself. But thank you for the offer. I'm ending the call.)
    Does everyone know about her?. I didn't know I was giving my hard earned money to backstabbers and filthy liars. I really need to screen all my workers.