The Personal Assistant

Fourteen: Andriy

"Have you talked to your parents yet? About the police visit?" I asked my beautiful PA who was sitting across from my desk, Monday morning.
Her curly hair was braided across the bangs and pulled into a bun at the nape of her neck. Her mahogany clad legs crossed in the leather seat. She was eating another of her unique quinoa salads.
"Yes. We're going to file one really soon. But I'm scared that he could show up anywhere, he would violate it." She mumbled, filling another spoon of quinoa.
"If he is smart, he won't. Don't worry. I'm working on getting a restraining order on the office as well." I reassured her.
Her hazel eyes met mine. They were filled with fear. I reach across my desk to touch her.

"Sometimes, I wish he were dead." She uttered, barely audible.
I furrowed my brows at her admission, "Lyubimyy, why?"
"Oh Andriy. I hate to say it but he deserves it. After everything he put me through." She sighed.
"I know. Don't worry, everything will be fine. He won't hurt you or Jordan ever again." I promised.
Little to her knowledge, I had people in my mafiya already looking to chop the bastard up.
"God if he ever touched my son..." She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose; a habit learned from yours truly.
"Subject change. I don't want to see you in a dampened mood."
She looked up at me and sent me a half smile.
"When can I meet your parents?" I asked.

Her expression was somewhat amused.
"Whenever you would like I guess. Just let me give them notice." She smiled.
"Good, they're in need of thanks."
She raised a perfect eyebrow and smirked.
"Thanks for what?"
"For bringing you into this world."
"Oh but of course."
I let her continue her lunch, seeing as I had long since finished mine. I watched her as she finished. The pace at which she ate; medium. How she would only eat if she was sitting straight. As stated previously, everything about her was foreign. And I loved it. The sound of my iPhone ringing caused me lose my focus on Joanna. I excused my self and stood up to take it.

"Privet Viktor! / Hello Viktor!" I answered the phone as Sat down on Joanna's desk.

"Privet boss. My nashli yego. / Hey boss. We found him." My underboss spoke.

"Gde? / Where?" I breathed.

After the visit from the police, I had ordered an emergency "family" meeting. I had asked Viktor to look for Derrick, since the police were fucking useless.

"Kol'tso dom v vostochnoy chasti. Khochesh', chtoby privesti yego v ? / Ring house in the east end. Do you want me to bring him in?"

As much as I wanted to chop this son of a bitch into pieces, it would look too suspicious if we took him now.

"Net, prosto nablyudat' za nim. Kogda nastalo vremya ya budu prosit' vas i Nik , chtoby vernut' yego. Togda ya budu imet' delo s nim. / No, just watch him. When the time is right I will ask you and Nick to bring him. Then I will deal with him."

"Khorosho, ya budu prosit' Lev, Roman, Tim, Oleg i Sacha , chtoby nablyudat' za nim. / Good, I will ask Lev, Roman, Tim, Oleg and Sacha to watch him."

"Thanks Viktor. Please ask the twins to watch Joanna and Jordan. God if anything were to happen to them. I'd rip his brain through his nostrils like the Egyptians."

"I know Boss. I will handle everything."

"Thanks."

I hung up my phone and pinched the bridge of my nose while sighing. I turned my gaze to Joanna's desk. She had a professional portrait of her and Jordan on a beach, one that did not look Canadian. I picked it up and ran the tip of my index finger over Jordan, then kissed the preserved image of his mother.

I would do anything to make sure her ex would never touch her again. Restraining orders never fully work. I placed the picture back down on her desk and stood up. I strode over to the door, and right as my hand touched the handle, there was a knock on the door. I pulled it open, to reveal a worried Joanna.