Loving The Russian Mafia Boss

Chapter 2: Zakleymili (Branded)

Chapter 2: Zakleymili (Branded)

When I woke up, I couldn't remember where I was. The room didn't look anything like my room back home, so I woke up in a panic. It took only a few seconds of observation for me to remember I was in the Ivanov Manor, and for the most part, I was safe.

Anya was fast asleep when I woke up, and as I got dressed, I did my best not to wake her. I believe I was successful for she stayed fairly quiet during my movement, and didn't move. I dressed myself in a pair of black shorts and a white shirt.

I quickly headed towards the bathroom and did my business. My watch read 8:47, but I couldn't remember what time I was supposed to start today. Once I was finished, I quickly headed downstairs and into the garage. Despite being hungry for breakfast, I was too afraid I would interrupt something if I entered the dining room.

Juri was standing near the tool box, his arms crossed on his chest and tapping his foot impatiently. "I'm sorry, I didn't know what time I was supposed to start." I commented softly. Juri scoffed before saying something in Russian and turning his attention to the tool box.

"You know how to fix cars, correct?" He asked. I nodded. He grabbed a wrench out of the box and used it to point to a badly beaten up Ferrari. "This one came in last night. It must be perfect before eight o'clock tonight." I took the wrench, my mouth gaping.

"You're kidding, right? There's no way I can-" I stopped talking after I noticed the look on Juri's face. I couldn't screw up now, I just got here! "Sure, yeah, I can get it done by then." I sighed, taking the tool box in my other hand. I made my way over to the yellow car and set my stuff down.

Once I was by the car, Juri left me alone with the flashing neon signs that decorated the room. A majority of them were alcoholic beverage logos, but a few of them had dancing women. The car was riddled with bullets and needed two new doors, one back tire, and the radiator was leaking.

"You guys are real good at killing cars." I mumbled to myself. "Well, good thing we have you." A man had entered the garage without me hearing him. I jumped at his voice and dropped the wrench in my hand, hitting the floor with an echoey metal clank.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I'm Anton." The man walked over to me and picked up my dropped wrench. He handed it to me, and when he did I introduced myself, "I'm Dakota. I'm the new mechanic."

Anton was a lot of manpower. His long hair was blonde and barely touched his shoulders. He had a fair amount of stubble lining his face and his eyes were a dark blue. He was much taller than I was, and I couldn't help but feel kind of threatened by him. He was clad in black slacks and a dark navy button-up shirt. He had what looked to be a skull and crossbones tattoo on his neck, and on his hands were a number of small tattoos. The most prominent one was on his left hand, where near the wrist, the word 'mup' was written. His body strained against the fabric of his suit.

We stood in an awkward silence and when I turned away from him to work on the car, he asked, "Let me help you. I love working on cars." "Okay." I said quietly. The radiator was going to be no issue for me, but the parts for the door and the wheel, were a whole other story. As Anton got to working on taking the doors off the hinges, I asked, "You wouldn't happen to know of any way I can get two new doors and a new tire before tonight?"

Anton wiped the sweat off his forehead before answering. "I could get all three shipped here easy. Just give me a minute to make a few phone calls." I smiled and said, "Thank you. You're a life saver." When Anton left me, I picked up where he left off and got both doors off the car. Once that was finished, I went back to working on the radiator.

Anton came back with a few guys behind him, all carrying large boxes. I couldn't help but smile when I realized I would get this job done before tonight. Anton spoke to the men in Russian, and I watched them set down the boxes gently. Anton then soon dismissed them and gestured grandly to the boxes.