Mafia Bloodlines

Chapter 14

Faina's pov

I stormed into Valentino's room. Valentino, caught off guard, stumbled backward, his hands raised in a defensive gesture.

"What's going on, Faina?" he stammered.

"You know exactly what I'm here to talk about. Klara put sesame seeds in the food, despite me telling you to warn her about my allergy."

"Well I must have forgotten," he said arrogantly. This little shit.

"You forgot?" I  repeated.  Without warning, I pulled out my gun and aimed it at Valentino's leg and I pulled the trigger.

The sound of the gunshot did not echo through the room as I had put a silencer on the gun. Valentino clutched his leg, cursing loudly as he groaned in agony.

"Oh, bullets hurt?" I taunted. "Well, I must have forgotten." I said as I stood over him.Valentino's face twisted with rage and pain.

"You're crazy, Faina. Papa will know about this," he snarled, his voice trembling with fury.

I smiled sweetly. "I'm shaking in my boots," I said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.With a satisfied smile, I  turned and walked out of the room, leaving Valentino to nurse his wounded leg. That will teach him not to mess with me.I went back to my room and got dressed, Ulyana and I are meeting Blanca for breakfast. We have not seen her since she came to Russia and I'm sure we have a lot to catch up on.

" I'm all done, let's go. You think Vladimir will have a problem with us leaving the house?" Ulyana asked nervously. Why does she even care what he thinks. Don't tell me we need permission now.

As we went downstairs we found them all ready to eat. Ulyana and I stood at the doorway.

" Aren't you going to join us?" Yuri asked with a mouthful.

" Nope, I think it will be a while before I eat anything prepared in this house, I still want to live a bit longer," I said as I shot a glare in Valentino's direction.

" We are going out," I said, making sure it doesn't sound like a request.

" Roman is still having his breakfast. Give him a few minutes." Vladimir replied. Well at least he didn't disagree.

" We can't, we are late as it is. Let's go, Bodygaurd." I said looking right at him. I could see he was irritated by my request, great. He must be a foodie.

" It's fine Vladimir. We can go. After you, ladies. " he said as he pushed his plate and stood up, he hadn't touched his food yet.

The drive was very silent. As we arrived at the restaurant, Mikhail opened the door for us, his expression still stoic.

"Thanks, Bodyguard," I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

Mikhail's eyes flicked to me,  probably because I never addressed him by his name but he remained silent.

We entered the restaurant, and Blanca was already seated at a table, sipping a cup of coffee.

"Faina! Ulyana!" she exclaimed, rising from her seat to hug us.

We chatted and laughed, catching up . You'd swear we moved away four years ago because of the amount of gossip Blanca had for us. Mikhail stood discreetly in the background, his eyes scanning the room.

" I still can't believe that Vladimir is your dad. And now that you've mentioned it, I can see the resemblance." Blanca ranted.

As we finished our meal, Mikhail stood in the same position. I thought he would maybe go get some food for himself or something since we had been here for hours.

After a while Mikhail stepped forward. "I'll take you back home now. The paparazzi have surrounded the place. We will have to leave using the staff's exit"

"Good, I don't want to be associated with the Novikovs anyways. It would ruin my image as a part of the Spanish-arabian mafia." I muttered under my breath.

As we drove away, Mikhail's phone rang. He answered, he listened intently before responding in a low tone.

I rolled my eyes. "Can't you take personal calls later? Aren't you like on duty or something?"

His gaze flicked to me. "This is business."

"Save it. You're not fooling anyone." I replied. Ulyana shot me a warning look, but I ignored her.

"My job is to protect you and drive you around, anything else should not be any of your concern, don't you think?" He asked with a hard look on his face

"Spoken like a true lapdog."I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Mikhail sent me glare and then returned his focus to the road.

But I was just getting started. "No, really, I'm fascinated. Vladimir trusts you so much and he is very fond of you. I'm curious to know  how you survived and managed to create this new identity you have."

"You have no idea what you're talking about." He said as his face darkened

"I think I do, You're a mindless drone, doing Vladimir's bidding without question. But that's not all you are now is it?" I pushed once more.

"And you're just a spoiled brat, used to getting everything you want." He answered, trying to keep his cool.

" Maybe I am a spoiled brat and maybe you are not who you claim you are Mikhail." He glanced at me once more and he confirmed my suspicions. He is probably the most wanted man in the mafia world. He and Vladimir or whoever helped him cover it up did their best, giving him the identity of Ramon Baikov. He kept his original name, Mikhail and the moment I heard sperm donor introduce him as Mikhail Ramon Baikov I had my suspicions. He doesn't look Russian although he has mastered the accent really well.