His Spring Symphony

Chapter Two: His Bratva and His Betrothed

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I'm such a loser when it comes to driving. I have been failing and this is the THIRD time I failed!! I better suck it up cause failing means need money to spend to repeat, and money is movie tickets. Dear God, I NEED to pass my driving test T___T

So, here's an update! Also, Hunter's aesthetic by me :D ENJOY!

HUNTER

     For three generations, the Laskovs had been a notorious name throughout Russia. Hunter's grandfather had established the Bratva from scratch when he was nineteen. His grandfather had a hard life when he was a child, he couldn't read, but he sure could fight and loved to learn.

    When Hunter was nine, with his grandfather's permission, Vladimir decided to move to America, bringing his wife, Hunter and his men to open another 'branch' in Brooklyn, New York back in the 90's.

     Carried the Laskov name wasn't easy for the couple. The Russian immigrants feared them and talked about them until it spread from ear to ear around town, and since then, Laskov's Bratva was powerful than any other gangs out there.

     Hunter did have a pretty fulfilling life though. He was still friends with most of his childhood friends. They were all from noble families and some of them were the heir of their gangs as well, like Achilles Doom, the heir of his Cosa Nostra, while Helena Choi, who has a Triad under her and Luca Laskov, Hunter's cousin. And the twins, Harriet and Elliot Lancaster, noble people, who didn't participate in any of gang's activities, they have just befriended Hunter in high school until now, were the children of a successful businessman and has an empire under them.

     Hunter never cared if people avoided him because of his name. Yes, it felt lonely when he was younger, but he always got used to it. Him and his friends were together and close since they experienced some kind of distance from the people in the public eye. He had his Bratva behind him, his men greeting him every day after school and now, work, he had men who willing to sacrifice their lives for him. Every day was a living hell or heaven to Hunter, chasing people, making sure the family's business went well and being nice to the cops so that they didn't get involved.

    And he thought, being a Bratva's heir was hard.

     Sitting opposite of him, in the living room of his penthouse, in Brooklyn, New York, a girl named Haru Walt looked down to her thighs, avoiding the eye contact from Hunter, who unintentionally trying to figure her out. It was stupid for his papa to let the two talk. 'Cause the girl seemed rather want to be anywhere but here...

     Dammit, why Papa left for the two of us to talk?!

     Since he was a child, Hunter always followed his papa to meet his clients. His papa thought him to sense any emotions buried on their clients who were always sat on a chair and been tied around it.

    In Haru though, instead of detecting fear, he detected...nothing. She was jiggling her right leg intensely and her untidy hair covered the sides of her face like wings. Sharp, on the edges, as if it cut to follow the line of her jaw.

     She wore simple black jeans, heavy boots and graphic shirt the covers by a grey sweater...she looked simple compared from the pictures that Vladimir gave to him.

Despite that, Hunter could tell that Haru wore makeup previously before she came here, there were black smudges under her eyes and uneven colours of red on her lips.