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спасибо за помощь, предатель

"what the actual fuck!" April yells as she enters my bedroom. She is standing by my bed with her phone shoved up in my face. My tired eyes throb as they scan the screen. The screen shows Thierry and me in front of the cafe. I roll my eyes and roll over on the other side of the bed. It's about 7:30 am and I'm so tired. I have no idea how she even entered the house.

"This is what Lukas wanted anyway." I say as I snuggle closer to the sheets. "Uh I don't think you had to go full Mia Khalifa mode though." She says with a sassy tone in her voice. I can't help but giggle at her response.

I roll over to face her. Her light red hair is pulled up in a messy bun and she is wearing her gym clothes. "Look, April. The dude kissed me. Without consent may I add."

"Well have fun explaining that to your fiancé. Anyway I'm here to borrow your gym so I'll grab some breakfast with you in about and hour or two. We'll meet in the kitchen yeah? Deal." She says as she jogs energetically out of my bedroom door and down the large, spiral staircase.

I sigh and sit up on the bed. What will Dante think? He'll probably kill me..or Thierry. I'm so mad at myself. I look over at my bedstand where my phone is laying peacefully. I grab it and unlock it. I have no messages from Dante. At all. He's probably super busy in Russia. I look through the internet to see several news titled "Mistery gangster forgotten?" And "Actor Thierry West cafe date with pop star Arabella Valentino." I roll my eyes and lay my phone on the bedstand again.

Once again I find myself with my head in the toilet. I wipe my lips with the back of hand as I stand up and flush the toilet. I shake the water off my hands when I'm done washing them. I lean towards the mirror to examine my skin, just girl stuff. I take one last look at myself before my eyes land on the pregnancy test on top of the shelf behind me. My heart starts pacing in my chest as I think about whether or not I should just take it. I stand still for a few seconds before I aggressively turn around. I grab the test off of the shelf and do my thing.

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Dante's POV:

"So I'm going to tell you how this is going to go. Either you tell us the exact location of the warehouse or I'll blow your brains out." I say calmly but aggressively to the middle aged Russian. He's tied up to an old chair on the middle of an old living room. The gang and I had broken into the Russians's main house and attacked them. There were dead bodies everywhere around us, which probably made the Russian man even more scared shitless.

Blood runs from his nose, head, ears and jaw and down his neck. He stays quiet. "On second thought.. your name is Piotr right?" I say with a devilish smirk, I know I'm right. His eyes show panick just for a split second as he hears his name. His face quickly turns back to normal. That split second when he was caught off guard showed me that he is indeed Piotr. "Ahh yes, you are Piotr Marakoff, Vladimir's second command. Are you waiting for daddy to come pick you up?" I say and pout at him. The guys laugh with me as the Russians facial expression turns to rage.

"Look Piotr. I don't have time for this. I know your beloved wife Zoya is waiting for you at home with your baby girl Eva. It would be a shame to take Eva's life so soon. She's only three isn't she?" I say and push my gun further into his neck. Piotr tenses and mumbles something.

"What was that?" I say loudly. I take a hold of his neck with my hand and squeeze. He gasps for air and tries desperately to get his hands free from the rope. His eyes begin to roll to the back off his head, which gives me dejavú from my late nights with Arabella.

As he is about to loose consciousness, he opens his filthy mouth and mumbles. "Ладно ладно" I release the grip of his neck, and he lands on the chair again. I must've lifted him up while chocking him, I don't recall that.

"Now tell me what you know." I say as I stare into his worried, blue eyes. "к востоку от москвы" he says and sits back in defeat. I smirk as I turn around to look at the guys. "I guess we're going to Moscow guys." The guys cheer and give each other high fives. I turn back to Piotr and whisper. "спасибо за помощь, предатель." I chuckle and turn around to exit the building with the guys beside me. We walk out, leaving Piotr in the chair. He's not my problem.

We enter the black, bulletproof Chevy suburban, Scott is behind the wheel and he starts driving like a maniac. Only now am I able to check my phone.

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You've got 73 missed calls from Mia Bella.

Message from Mia Bella: Dante, we need to talk. I NEED you to come home right now, I'm being serious.
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"Uh hey Luci, I need you to check this out." Alessandro says from the back seat. I turn around so I can see him. He is holding up his phone. On the phone is a photo of Arabella and that Thierry dude. They're kissing in front of a cafe.

"Alessandro, continue this mission. Take all the best men you can have. I'm counting on you. Antonio, Scott and Roxanna I need you to come with me. We're going to Los Angeles."

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Hi sorry if you're Russian lol, it was a 100% google translate :/ also for the rest like me who don't speak Russian at all, he basically said the warehouse is near Moscow. Dante then said "thank you for the help, traitor." So yeaaa

Anyway hope you enjoyed this chapter, tell me what you think by commenting, I loooove reading the comments.
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