For What Is Rightfully Mine

Part 6

Amelia looked at her son a moment. She squeezed his hand before letting him go. Yurik gulped and walked closer to his father. Ivan eyed his son before swiftly grabbing him and holding him close. His minions relaxed slightly.
Yurik at first was too shocked to move. He had missed his father far more than he wanted to admin. He clung to the massive man as he forced himself not to cry.
"I missed you papa." He whispered as he hid his face in his father's chest. The smell of cigar smoke, vodka, and fresh smoke filled his nose.
"Da, cub. I missed you too." Ivan whispered so quietly that no one else could hear. Resting his chin softly on top of his son's head, the Russian smiled cruelly at Amelia who only glared in return. The mobster put his son the couch next to him and Yurik looked back and forth between his parents. Oh god, what happens now? Yurik thought to himself as the sick feeling returned.
"I can't believe you actually came." Amelia said with a bit of laughter,"and you came with your entire cavalry. Were you too afraid to take me on alone?" She looked around the room at the Trio and Ivan's sisters. Toris avoided her eyes.
"How dare you sa-" Natalia began before Ivan cut her off.
"Quiet." He ordered his sister simply before turned back to look at his old lover. He took another drag from his cigar.
"I did warn you stay away from what is mine, Amelia." Ivan said with a simple smile. Amelia glared at him darkly.
"Yours? And what makes him only yours, you son of a...." She growled as she stepped forward only to have Natalia put a knife to her throat.
"Mama!" As soon as the word left his mouth, Amelia stomped hard enough on Natalia's foot to break bone. The Belarusian gasped out pain and her grip on the knife loosened. Now distracted, Amelia elbowed her in the stomach. Natalia wheezed for air, having had it knocked out, before Amelia threw her over her shoulder. She slammed the the russian's younger sister into the wood floor. She was about to go in for a killing blow when she heard the flick of a few gun safeties go off.
"Tut Tut." Russia said a bit amused as he put the remains of the cigar down, still smoking on the coffee table in front of him. All the other four guns in the room aimed directly at Amelia.
"Now, Natalia, you should have had a bit more self control." Ivan began.
"But big brother..." Natalia began as she began to get up.
"I can fight my own battles..." Ivan began but was interrupted by Amelia.
"Really? Says the man with four guns pointed at me and he's holding none of them!" She yelled and Ivan's eyebrow twitched. Yurik one's that look; his father was displeased and done dealing with whatever was bothering him.
"Now whoever said I play fair?" Ivan stated cruelly as he stood up. Before anyone could say a word or move a muscle, he had a gorgeous silver revolver out.
"Nyet! Papa don't!" Yurik tried to get up from the couch to protect his mother only to have Toris grab his shoulders. He forced him to stay on the couch though the boy continued to struggle.
"He'll never forgive you." Amelia said simply and cold as she looked Ivan dead in the eyes. She was not about to backdown. "If you shoot me dead, he will never forgive you."
The displeased look on his face seemed to vanish and he smiled evilly at her. She could tell the anger was still there, but hidden under a mask. Yurik struggled even more; his father was always the most cruel and heartless when he was like this.
"Oh don't worry." He shot her through the right thigh and she hissed in pain as she crumbled to the floor. "I'm going to make this far worse than death."
Yurik bit hard into one of Toris's hands when he least expected it. The Lithuanian's hands loosened just enough that he was able to spring to his feet. He made a mad dash and jumped in front of his mother. His father glared down at him as his son looked terrified up at him.
"Move, boy." The Russian ordered with a hiss. The boy gulped before gathering up the courage.
"Papa, please." He pleaded in Russian, knowing he might be able to convince his father better in his native tongue. "You've made your point. Let's just go home. Please."
The Russian was quiet a moment before roughly grabbing the boy's hair. Amelia pulled out a knife from her jacket and slashed at his hand. Ivan moved out of the way just in time. He threw Yurik to the side as he swiftly kicked Amelia in the jaw. The blonde American hissed in pain as she fell backward onto the floor, hoping her son was alright. The knife now far out of her reach.
Katyusha was now hold the boy back who still continued to struggle. His father growled in annoyance and shot Amelia in her other thigh. The American gasped in pain as tears pooled down Yurik's face. "Stop it! Leave my mama alone!"
The mobster only seemed to shake in rage more. On one hand, he was proud of how loyal and brave his son was. On the other, he was beyond pissed that that loyalty wasn't to him.
"You are so very lucky sunflower." The Russian hissed as he placed a took on top of her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. "You are no longer worth my time." He looked toward his son. "I have more pressing matters to deal with."
The boy's mother struggled underneath him for both air and to protect her child. Ivan grabbed a lamp and he smiled cruelty and almost sadly down at her. "To think.... I once loved you." He bent down, putting more pressure on her lungs. Before her hands could claw at his face, the lamp was mashed into her head and everything went black.