MAFIA BLOOD

GOOD-BYE

Authors note: Hey, hey wonderful readers! I'm back! Before I get into the story I want to start by thanking everyone who supported 'Baby Mafia' once again. The constant support and reads it keeps getting is outstanding! :) So, many of you have voted and asked for a sequel over the months and guess what here it is! I hope it lives up to your expectations and if it doesn't I apologise in advance. Well without a further of do, here it goes...

P.S. Please remember that I am not Russian and have never been to Russia, I just got the city names from the internet. So please forgive me if certain descriptions of the city and/ country or anything else about Russia is not accurate. Keep in mind that this is a fictional story with fictional events, characters and blah, blah, blah. Okay, so please do enjoy the story and don't forget to vote, comment if you enjoyed a chapter. And feel free to leave a suggestion if you have any, they are always appreciated. Okay I'm gonna shut up now. Enjoy :D

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(Lavender's point of view...)

"Come along Lavender. Our flight is leaving soon." He said, but I just stood there watching dad leave the airport as a feeling of utter hate for him filled my heart. As soon as dad was out of sight I attempted to run, but before I even made it five feet I felt my hair being yanked back and Vladimir spun me around and gave me a slap in the face.

"Don't you dare underestimate me Lavender. I am not your father and I will not hesitate to brutally punish you if you don't submit to me. So from now on you will do what I say, when I say it. Do you understand me?" Vladimir whispered in my ear. Frightened almost to death by his threats I immediately nodded my head and walked off with him.

When we entered the aeroplane I saw nothing but luxury. I'm talking; reclining seats, cup holders, television monitor's behind every seat and all sorts of glamorous things. I've never been on a plane before, but I didn't need to be an aeroplane expert to know that this was a business class plane.

We walked through the aisle's until we made it to two window seats in the center row of the plane. Vladimir let me go first and I walked over to the seat nearest to the window. I stood near the seat just staring out the small round window. In that moment I wished I had some sort of super power that would help me escape this horrible fate. I was snapped out of my thoughts when Vladimir cleared his throat.

"Aren't you going to sit down?" He asked me. He was already comfortably seated in his seat with his phone in hand. I just remained silent and continued to stare at him blankly. Suddenly Vladimir grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me down on the seat. He then leaned towards me and whispered in my ear: "Here's something I want you to understand from this moment onward. When I ask you a question I expect a nice, clear answer. If you ignore or fail to answer me next time there will be severe consequences, got it?" He asked, his words full of venom.

With tears clouding my vision I answered him with a loud and clear 'yes.' A few minutes after that a air hostess stood in front of us and informed us that the flight was about to begin. She then gave us a step by step guide on how to wear our safety belts. She also told us what to do if the plane hit turbulence and instructed us on what and what not to do during the flight.

Once everything was said and done, the plane's engine came to life for the take off. I was staring at the television monitor attached to the seat in front of me when Vladimir placed his fingers on my cheeks and turned my head to face him. He then wiped away the one lone tear that escaped my eye and said in a calm, soft voice:

"Smile. The sooner you accept that this is happening the better. I'm not as bad as you think. I'm actually a reasonable, caring guy once you get to know me. I promise I'll be a good husband to you if you obey me." More tears escaped my eyes as Vladimir spoke and he wiped each one away with a sincere smile drawn on his face. He then looked me deep in the eyes before peaking my right cheek with his soft lips.