The Bratty Heiress

“Dad, please… I need to do this. You took me away when I was a teen, but I’m an adult now. At least just give me the chance…”

“Nikolai will go with you, and Demyan too… I’m not taking any chances. I will check up on you next week or so, I need to be here for the new opening. I do wish that you would stay, you’re just like your mother sometimes.. it annoys me that I love you too much to say no to you.”

My mob daddy rests back to his big leather chair and finally given his approval to let me go back to Russia.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

It was two days later when I arrived at my childhood home. Zhirov, my late mother’s lawyer opened the door for us. He looked tense as Nikolai and Demyan burst into the house and start checking out each room, windows, security cameras, and looking at the surroundings. Then an hour later they were finally pleased and joined me and Zhirov in the living room.

“We need to update the CCTV and connect it to our network, but overall you’re good sis. Now… Zhirov, I need to vet all of the employees that would be handling Olga’s needs, maid, driver, chef all of them will go through either me or Demyan.”

He was telling, nope he was ordering Zhirov. The old man looked pale as Nikolai rest back on the sofa. He was letting his suit jacket open, showing off his gun straps with his shiny toys on each side.

Men and their toys seriously it was like a testosterone overflow, and at that exact moment, Demyan takes his seat on my other side mimicking Nikolai with his pride and joy also on each side. 

“Guys… chill, I’m living here alone. I don’t need strangers to cater for my needs…” I was still talking, when Nikolai interrupted me.

“It’ll be as arranged or you’re coming back with us,” Nikolai said looking at me, arching his eyebrow challenging my reply.

Gaahh… I hate him!! I pouted and slumped back to the sofa.

“I thought so… you can leave the details with Demyan. I’m going to take a nap.” Nikolai said getting up, and go to one of the guest bedrooms and leave me alone with Demyan and Zhirov.

I eventually got up and check out the fridge. I already told Zhirov to restock the fridge and air the house before I arrived for good there. Demyan was talking to Zhirov and I let him be.

Hey, if they wanted to be involved then have fun with it. I was tired, so very tired on the inside. I was hoping to finally have my solitude in Russia, but at that time I was just tired. Demyan looked at me with an I’m sorry look on his face.

I just shrugged at him, and get a bottle of beer and a pint of chocolate ice cream. Then I went to my old room, locking my door and sit on the bed and start digging into my ice cream in between my beer.

What? It’s my comfort food. Anything with creamy chocolate ice cream is my comfort food. Look, just give me this… okay?

I kept on wiping my eyes, I was missing my nerd, I wanted to drown myself in self-pity, I wanted to forget about him, just like he easily did to me. But those two goons, won’t even let me hibernate and leave me in peace.

They even follow me to Russia, damn… talk about dedication. And dad would be here next week. I pulled my knees to my chest, and bite my lip trying to hold my sob. But I couldn’t take it anymore when I quickly go to my bathroom and finally burst out crying.

Fuck you, Luka!

I hated myself for feeling this fragile about him. But I finally calmed myself down just before dinner time.

Joining Nikolai and Demyan, we decided to go out for dinner and take in the scenery of the town. Nikolai headed into the restaurant with me, while Demyan parked the car. We were seated in the far corner booth, Nikolai said that he wants to have a good view of his surrounding.

That brother of mine is such a control freak, I was still not feeling the dinner vibe so I just went along with him. But I was definitely not ready when I saw my nerd walk into the restaurant with a tall beautiful woman laughing and looking like they were having a good time.

“Fuck!” Nikolai cursed when he saw them.

I didn’t know where I had the strength, but my adrenaline was pumping, my heart was shattering, I was hyperventilating and I needed to get out of there fast.

“Olga! Wait …” I could hear Nikolai was calling out my name, but I was quickly pacing my steps. I didn’t want him to see me, I didn’t want them to see me break.

I didn’t realize that I was out of the restaurant until I heard a tire screeching, I didn’t realize that I was in the middle of the road until I was caught in the headlights, I didn’t realize I was about to get hit until I heard Demyan was calling out my name.

At that moment, it felt like time had stopped, the shock had made me standstill. And I didn’t know why but I felt the need to turn my head, and that was when I saw the horror on Luka’s face.

In a split second, I was ready to leave him, I was ready to say goodbye, I was so done with everything. The hurt of being pushed away… running away to Russia, then bumping into him out of all people… and then seeing him with another…

I felt that it was all meant to be, and I was fine with it. I was done, the hurt was just too much. I was done being dramatic, I was ready for everything to be over with.

Then I felt my body was thrown, I was taking all the feelings, I was making my peace, I was ready to leave it all behind. That was until I feel his warmth, his hands were engulfing my body, his harsh breath, and his familiar scent.

I smiled, thinking that it was his memories that I was parting myself with. I sighed closing my eyes, feeling as my head hit something hard, feeling the hurt on my body as I felt the weight of his body on mine. But all faded when I heard him cursed loudly in my ear.

“Fuck Olga! What are you trying to do to me!”

But I couldn’t say anything to him. It took all the strength that I have left, to raise my hand and stroked his handsome face.

“I love… you… always. Thank… you…” I finally managed to say with my raspy voice. Then I close my eyes when darkness surrounds me, and I was at peace. Knowing I had say want I wanted to say to him.

He’s the one, my first love.

My one and only.