Their Things | one shots

12. Sides - TOK

@ThePseudoQueen said:

Anything related to the Kolosov family! #theirthings

Rating: Non-mature

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Katerina Kolosov-Doukas' POV

"I don't like it," my husband growled irritatedly and I shot him a deadly scowl as we walked on our driveway.

"Too bad," I sneered. "If you do anything to cause problems, you will wish you never married me!"

Raphael scowled at me, blue eyes glaring into mine before he ran his fingers through his hair. "He's a gangster!"

"So are my dad and my uncles!" I retorted before snatching my hand from his where they had been intertwined. "So are you going to disassociate with my dad because he's a big scary gangster?" I mocked as I opened the front door and dropped the keys on the table.

Raphael rolled his eyes. "Grow up, Katerina."

I whirled around and faced him and with a dangerous tone, I asked, "What did you say?"

He sighed and slumped his shoulders. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for."

"Yes. Yes, it was," I spat before stomping off to our bedroom.

"You have to understand," he tried and I stopped and turned on my heel to face him once more. "Understand? Understand what? Understand that your sister is finally happy with someone who loves her unconditionally?"

Raphael made a frustrated sound as he followed after me before growling. "I am happy for her, but I'm not happy with her choice!"

"Then how is that being happy for her?" I asked incredulously before crossing my arms over my chest. "Are you even hearing yourself?"

"Yes-" 

I interjected before he could continue. "I have known Mikael since we were kids and he is nothing but honourable. He would never hurt her," I said quietly but fiercely.

"I don't doubt his intentions," Raphael said as he clenched his jaw. "I don't want his life for her. He's a mobster, Katerina! He has enemies and I don't want any of them to target Lexi because he is attached to her! Do you get what I mean? I don't want to see her in a coffin because of that!"

I bit my lip, getting his point but he had nothing to worry about! The underworld of Chicago was ruled by my father and his men. Nothing had happened for decades and nothing will. I removed my jewellery and dropped it onto my vanity table.

"Nothing will happen," I insist. "Well, aren't you afraid then? My father is the big boss and yes, he has enemies that wouldn't mind killing me!"

"Don't say that!" Raphael snarled, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me a little. The wild look in his blue eyes made me calm down a little. Knowing that the thought of a significant other dying was something that no one liked to think of, I dropped it.

"Well?" I prompt and Raphael clenched his jaw and released me. "Would you smother me with pillows to keep me safe?"

"It's different, Katerina," Raphael protested. "I'm sure he has killed people before!"

"I'm a hundred percent sure my father has done the same thing," I argue. "Plus both my uncles too," I add as an afterthought. "Technically, I have the blood of murderers if you think about it. So do I repulse you?"

"No!"

"Whose side are you even on?" I demanded imperiously.

"Yours."