His Lisichka [MXM]

45 -The End.

Ivan's grip tightened on his cellphone as he inhaled sharply, waiting for one of his men to pick up.

"Da, boss," Yosef answered immediately, though the sound of music blaring in the background nearly drowned out his voice.

"Where is Emily?" Ivan demanded, his tone sharp and precise.

"She's here. John and I have eyes on her," Yosef replied, his voice growing clearer, likely as he stepped away from the noise.

"She's at some senior party. A boy named Jabari Kingston invited her this morning." Ivan exhaled, the tension in his chest easing slightly.

Yosef was reliable, and Ivan trusted him more than most.

Yosef was his younger cousin, having joined the Bratva at just 18. Though short in stature, the man was quick-witted, deadly, and loyal.

Ivan often teased him about his height, but Yosef's cunning had earned him respect. He never took his assignments lightly, and Ivan knew Emily was in capable hands.

"Good. Keep eyes on her. I'll be there shortly," Ivan ordered.

"Da," Yosef confirmed before the call ended.

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EMILY BLAKE

The music pounded relentlessly in the crowded house, and Emily felt herself shrinking with unease. She shifted awkwardly, regretting attending the party without her father's knowledge.

Anna, her girlfriend, took a gulp of the punch being passed around and smiled, trying to put her at ease.

"Em, relax," Anna coaxed, handing her the cup.

Reluctantly, Emily took it, bringing the rim to her lips.

The strong tang of alcohol burned her throat as she swallowed, but she took another sip, forcing herself to relax. Anna was right—she should try to enjoy the moment.