Dollhouse { 𝓑𝔁𝓑 }

{ ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 VI }

—ALEKSANDER'S MANSION

They stepped into the grand foyer, the doors closing behind them with a heavy thud that echoed through the mansion's opulent halls.

Etienne glanced up, spotting a tall man in a tailored suit, white hair slicked back, and a mustache. Servants lined the hall, heads bowed, hands clasped.

"Welcome back, Master," the man greeted.

This had to be Antonio Vlad, the head butler, overseeing the household and servants. Antonio's gaze briefly flickered to Etienne, taking in the young man's disheveled state before he shifted his focus back.

"Take him to the guest room, and clean him thoroughly. I will assist him soon," the elder man commanded.

"Yes, Master," Antonio replied, nodding before gesturing for a servant to come forward. The servant stepped up quickly, to guide the bodyguard who had Etienne slung over his shoulder toward the guest room.

"Call Nyx to my office," he said as he walked away, his footsteps echoing against the marble floor as he made his way toward his office.

He walked upstairs, the walls were lined with framed photographs of family and associates, each portrait telling a story of power and influence.

He stepped inside, tossing his coat onto the sofa. Moving to the whiskey table, the rich scent of aged liquor filled the air.

He poured a glass, the amber liquid glimmering in the light. The sound of it swirling echoed in the quiet room.

He took a sip, savoring the burn.

The door creaked open, and a feminine figure entered.

"You wanted to see me?" she said. Nyx Andreev stood confidently, her blond hair falling over her shoulders, framing her sharp features. Her blue eyes locked onto the man in front of her.

"Find out everything about Etienne Theodore."

"Etienne? So that's his name. Isn't that the fucker Vladimir's son?" Nyx raised an eyebrow. "So he's the one everyone is gossiping about, hmh?"

"Yeah, I bought him," he replied casually.

"Whoa, I don't think your bitch Morana would like that," Nyx chuckled. "You know how she gets when someone steals her spotlight."

He scoffed, swirling the whiskey in his glass before taking a slow sip. "Like I give a shit about her," he said. "She's just another bitch I paid for."

Nyx smirked. "Yeah? Thought she was your star girl."

"That's her job," he said. "She's a product. The second she forgets that, she's gone. One way or another."

Nyx chuckled, brushing her blond strands back. "Harsh. You got no loyalty to your whores, huh?"

"Loyalty?" He let out a laugh. "Loyalty's for the men running my shipments, not some chick who spreads her legs for high rollers" he said. "Speaking of shipments, did the coke make it through customs?"

Nyx exhaled slowly, shaking her head. "Couple kilos got snagged at the port. Cops must've been tipped off."

His jaw ticked. "Which port?"

"South dock. Same one we've been using for the past six months. Either someone's getting sloppy, or we got a rat."

He set the empty glass down, tapping a slow rhythm against the table. "Find out which."

Nyx smirked faintly. "And if it's a rat?"

His eyes darkened, a slow grin curling his lips. "You don't need me to spell it out."