Two Broken Hearts

Chapter thirty-three

Maria's POV:

I was now in a plane to Russia because apparently my father had some business there. I would be thrilled if I could just say to Matteo that we will see each other so that he isn't startled.

I was sitting next to my dear father and he couldn't fucking stop talking! He talked on and on about what's been happening with the mafia since I've been gone.

I just nodded my head, uninterested.

He didn't get the hint tho..

The whole way to Russia was pretty boring, I was told not to say anything because I tend to be very... Colorful with my mouth.

I hated being told what to do or how to act but it's actually a miracle I'm alive. I have a bruise on my cheek and one on my neck from my father's violence but other than that I'm fine.

The rest of the flight was pretty much without problems.

We landed in Moscow, Russia and it was really cold. My father was here billion of times so he knew his way around. Russian and Croatian are similar in some ways so I could maybe understand what someone is talking but... It would be really hard.

My father however learnt Russian and was fluent just like in many other languages like Italian, Spanish, French, English, Slovenian and maybe even a few more.

I knew three languages which was a great disappointment to my father. I knew Croatian, English and German.

Anyway my father was right now talking in Russian to someone and hugging them like they were old friends.

He then introduced me to that man, who looked to be in his late twenties. There were men behind him as well, their hands in their coats, probably holding on their guns, in case we do something suspicious.

"это моя дочь, Maria." My dad said.
(This is my daughter, Maria.)

The man took my hand and kissed it, looking at my eyes.

I was weirded out.

He said: "Рад встрече!"
(Nice to meet you!)

I nodded, knowing what he said.

"Она красивая." The man said while looking at my father. (She's beautiful.)

I knew he said I was beautiful but I pretended not to know.

The man showed us to his car and we got in. I was at the back with another men who looked to be just over twenty.

My dad was sitting shotgun and the men whose name I learnt was Adrian. He was second in command to the Russian Mafia and my father was very close to him. He was I guess a father figure to him. I almost gagged at the thought of him being a father to anyone.

Just because he is my biological father doesn't mean I consider him a father.
That just means he can make kids.

Good for him!

The mob boss of Russian Mafia's name is Leonid Smirnov and apparently he was a very scary man. Well... I was about to find out.

I prayed I don't see Matteo here but I somehow knew in my gut we would meet in Russia.

We drove for two hours and finally we were in front of big gates.

Adrian called out to the guards at the gates and they opened the gates quickly.

When he parked the car and I got out I could see around twenty armed men who were looking very cold and emotionless.

They had guns and all sorts of weapons on them, looking like they're going to war right this second.