The Bratty Heiress

“Look, he’s pretty messed up. I mean he’s still psychologically having the wants, the needs for the drugs. And he has to deal with it with his strong will. He didn’t have any superficial wounds just self-inflicted knuckle wounds. But I think he would recuperate faster if you’re by his side.” Becca reported Luka’s condition to me, the day after he was brought back home.

And dad called me two days after they forced their way into Yegor’s safe house and get him back. Then he also said that his brother managed to escape, and told me to go back home. Since that day Megan and I were on lockdown fearing that Yegor might come for me to retaliate.

It had been five days since I’ve been hiding out at Megan’s. Until dad finally ordered me to go back home, and face him like an adult.

“… look, just strip the bandage off.”

“He can strip off his own bandage, I’m not his nurse.”

“My child, just get back home and let Megan do her job, she’s not your nanny.”

His words finally got to me, I have been dragging her down with me. And just like a true rock, she was with me all these five shitty days. And I think we had made a permanent dent on her couch from too much drinking and lounging.

Okay, Olga… time to let your rock get her alcohol level back to zero, and let her get back to her boring daily routine of working for your mob daddy.

That afternoon we said goodbye and she gives me her signature bear hug and told me to cool down and stop hurting myself.

Maybe she was still drunk, yeah I was certain that she was. Cause I would never hurt myself, why would I do that? Honestly, I have more than most people out there. But deep in the far corner of my mind I know I wanted the only thing that I couldn’t have.

Him. I want him.

Screwed. So screwed.

This relationship thing just turned into a relationshit for me.

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Demyan was picking me up. He was supporting a black eye, making me raised my eyebrow at him.

“Don’t, just don’t freaking ask. I could never understand your kind.” He mumbled as he put the car in gear, and smoothly made the transition, and get us into the dense afternoon traffic.

My kind? Women? Wait…

I was suddenly smirking, while he rolled his eyes at me from the rearview mirror. Absolutely knowing that he had given out too much information for my nosy nose.

“So enlighten me Demyan, my kind meaning woman, meaning Becca? What exactly did you do to deserve that decorative fixture on your eye?”

I smiled sweetly at him while getting comfortable in the backseat and waiting for his answer.

“Not that I didn’t think it made you more of a badass than you already are, but still tell me what happens? Come on… I have my own hell to face moments from now, just humor me…”

He was about to spill when he suddenly cursed.

“Fuck! Not again!… buckle up Olga…”

He wasn’t finish with his talk when the car was hit from the left side, I was just about to buckle myself when I was thrown to the other end of the seat.

Demyan cursed and looked from the rearview mirror, and concentrate on the two cars that were coming at us from both sides.

“Demyan back up, call them…” I was squinting my eye, as my head throbbed from the pain. I could feel the blood trailing down my forehead, then I see the blood-stained my favorite white top.

Damn it!

This is why I don’t drink reds!

“Nikolai, two cars. I’m on the highway… I’m getting off at the next exit. And see if I can shake them…” his words were harsh and loud. I could hear him clearly, though my ears were still ringing from the impact.

“… Luka, I need him with the lights and traffic… Shit! Olga! I said buckle up! Fuck! Duck now…”

“Demyan! what the hell is happening?” I cried out frantically as the car swerved, and we were halted by three vehicles.

It all went by so fast. I didn’t even comprehend what was going on until I see Yegor coming out from one of the cars.

Five days… five peaceful days of binge drinking with my bestie, only to be taken again on the first day I decided to go back home.

Yegor opened my door, Demyan was being restrained by two of his men and ready to be gunned down.

“Come on Princess, let me take care of the wound for you…” he was signaling his guys to kill Demyan.

“No! Don’t kill him. I’ll go with you…” I begged him.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“You are coming with us either way…” he shrugged with his twisted evil look in his eyes.

I didn’t know what came over me when I saw the hunting knife on the floor of the car, it must’ve dislodged from one of the hidden compartment when the car swerved. All I knew was the need to keep Demyan alive.

Yegor tugged his lip upward when he sees me took the knife from the floor.

“And what do you think you’re going to do with it? He’ll be killed before you even stab anyone of us.” He looked amused at me.

But then he clenched his jaw when I took the knife and take it to my arm and pressed it deeply until it drew blood. I could hear Demyan was cursing at me, but my eyes were fixed on Yegor’s as I cut myself deeper.

The frustration, the hurt, the desperation, all the feelings that I’ve kept for the last five days were all out on that hot afternoon by the side of the highway.

To all the outsiders we were like a couple that was being helped after their car accident since his men were keeping us shielded from public watchful eyes.

My tears were falling from the pain, but my will was strong. I had no other wants but to keep Demyan alive, and I know that Yegor needed me alive. That it was not worth killing Demyan when he would be killing me too.

The knife staggered a bit when my hands trembled from the intense pain, while my head was still throbbing from the pain. Blood was dripping to the road as my arm was slit longer from the knife.

“You’re one crazy-ass vixen. Give me the knife, and I’ll let him live to tell the tale of how Yegor abducted their princess for the second time.”

I did give him the knife but only to be caught in his embrace, as my adrenaline finally died out and darkness surrounded me.

“I got you beautiful.”

That was the last thing I’ve heard as he carried me back to his car. The pain was too much until he injects me with the syringe.

What is with him and his syringe?

Did he wanna grow up being a doctor?

Did he like putting people to sleep?

“Sleep now beautiful.”

See? I know I’m beautiful, but he kept on telling me to sleep… what is wrong with… that… but… I was… sleepy… maybe we should continue… this… la.. ter…