His Little Flame

Chapter 21: Fucking Idiot

(Content warning—gore and violence)
(After this point I will no longer put any warnings throughout the whole story!)

☼ Elias ☼

"Got a figure like a pin-up, got a figure like a doll," Luca sings, turning up the radio, "I love this song!" He starts shaking his head to the beat.

I turn in my seat and smack the back of Luca's head, "really? You want to do this now?" I interrupt Luca's solo, turning off the radio.

Right now Luca and I are sitting in one of my cars—a black Range Rover—waiting outside of a nightclub, owned by the one and only Mikhail Ivanov.

I got intel that the Russians were meeting up here so of course, I did the only reasonable thing to do in this situation... I rigged it to blow. Unfortunately, I know Mikhail won't be attending the meeting, but the highest officials in the Russian mafia will be, and they are my target.

I'm going to crumble his empire.

"You're no fun." Luca crosses his arms over his chest and throws his skull back against the headrest.

"We're doing something important, quit acting like a child!" I slap the back of Luca's head again.

He groans, "stop doing that!" Luca smacks the back of my head as revenge. I glare at him and his lips purse, his eyes widen, looking everywhere but at me, and his eyebrows climb up his fat forehead. "Says the one who brought snacks," Luca adds, insulting my gummy bears.

"Fuck you, don't act like you aren't eyeing my gummy bears." I raise my middle finger while eyeing the nightclub entrance.

Luca huffs a heavy breath through his nose, "can I have one?" Luca hesitates, yet reaches into the packet.

I don't respond cause I don't care.

Luca pulls out an opaque pink bear. I instantly snatch it out of his hand and pop it into my mouth without saying a word.

"That was the last strawberry one!" Luca complains, "now I have to eat the stupid lemon ones." I smirk at Luca and flip him off again.

What the fuck? Lemon? The flavors are pink, red, blue, green, white, orange, and yellow.

"My bad, I didn't know you were going to eat that," I lie and Luca narrows his eyes at me, mumbling a curse that rhymes with 'glass bowl'.

"Did you see Maeve this morning? I didn't see her all day!" Luca says, tapping his fingers on the dashboard.

"Shut the fuck up," my tone turns cold at the mention of Maeve, but I can't help but think about her. Of course, Luca didn't see her, she was probably still asleep, she doesn't usually wake up until at least 11 am... and that's the earliest for her.

"So... is that a yes, you've seen her or a no, you haven't?" Luca asks, annoying me even more. This bastard doesn't know how to read people, I clearly don't want to talk about her.

"Luca, chiudi quella cazzo di bocca." I give Luca a stern look, which usually shuts him up, but apparently I don't look as threatening while eating gummy bears.
(Italian- Shut that fucking mouth.)