Il Mio Re His Princess ✔ (Complete)

Chapter 18:Back To Business

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Rose's POV

After two weeks of constantly complaining dad was out of the hospital and recuperating at home under the watch of private doctors and nurses. He was recovering incredibly fast and I was thankful for that because I still had a problem to deal with back in Russia. I left Noah watching over Ollie and Rayne under strict supervision from Aunt Ivy and Uncle Axel. I was at the door with my suitcase in tow, I sighed and opened the door when I heard Noah call out.

"Amore, wait a minute." I stopped in my tracks and ran a hand over my face, it was currently 3am and I know its my dads private jet I could pretty much get a flight on 10 minutes notice but I would get to Russia and it would be approximately 9am there and I had a conference call at 11. Noah wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the back of my head, I turned around and leant into his muscular frame and hugged him tightly. He gladly hugged me back before pressing a kiss to my forehead. I smiled weakly before saying

"I'll see you when I get back." I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before turning to leave, when I heard a dark maniacal laugh behind me when I was dragged back and Noah stated darkly

"Your not leaving just like that my love." I put on my best innocent façade and then kneed his baby maker before grabbing my bag and sprinting out of the house with my bag and hopping into my fixed Porsha  and drove off, I looked back at the doorway as I was waiting for the gates to open and Noah was holding himself I chuckled softly and saw him stick his middle finger up at me, which only made me laugh harder. I sped through the gates and was soon at the airport and leaving for Russia. I slept for almost the majority of the flight, thank god dad's private jet has a bedroom.

I had been in Russia for about 4 hours and I had attended 2 short meetings and was now on my way down to the warehouse, Calla had informed me that they had found who they think is the rat whilst I was in the states with dad. I sighed as I made it to the doors and typed in the code which revealed a biometric security system, I placed my thumb on the scanner which revealed another key pad where I typed in my personal code 23.09.31.NV and then the metal door opened, I shut it behind me and made sure it was locked before entering the main room. Calla was waiting by the bar with a glass of scotch in hand, I waved her over and she swallowed what was left in her glass and slammed it down on the bar before walking over to me.

A/N*This whole conversation was in Russian but I am too lazy to write the transliterate and translation so . . .*

"Boss, the rat is in lockup waiting for you." I nodded and I made my way down to the lockup where an unfamiliar looking member sat, bloodied and beaten.

"What is your name?" I barked, the man just sat there, I unsheathed my knife from the innards of my combat boot and slowly stepped towards him, letting the dim light from the broken lightbulb above him shimmer against the clean ridges of the blade. A sadistic smile spread across my lips as I asked again

"What is your name?" He again did not respond so I dug the blade into his shoulder and then twisted it slowly, he cried out in pain as I drove the blade deeper. Blood trickled down his arm covering the black ink that stained his skin. I let out a dark laugh as he cried out when I quickly removed the blade which made a large amount of blood fall down his arm, he gaped at the amount of blood that was leaving his shoulder but it wasn't enough to kill him

"So what's your name?"

"Afanas. . . my names Afanas." He choked out, a larger smile crept up on my lips, now the fun begins.

"So Afanas . . . you not only infiltrated MY mafia, but singlehandedly caused the death of over 30 of MY men and women and lets not forget feeding information to MY enemies so you have any clue what kind of punishment that calls for." He shook his head no and I cackled manically. "Enjoy the ride Afanas." I sung out as I skipped over to my table full of the perfect ingredients for torture, I raked my fingers over the selection of blades in my possession, I have always preferred knives over guns, the kill feels more personal. I know I am a bit of a psychopath, but who isn't in my line of work. My eyes caught sight of the meat cleaver. I smiled as I picked it up and ran my fingers over the large, cold metallic surface I approached him a mischievous glint in my eye. I raked my eyes over his probably limp and weak body. I placed the edge of the blade on his knee cap and smiled at him before slicing off both knee caps, I picked them up off the floor with my bare hands and placed them on a platter and stated "The pigs will enjoy those later." His face was contorted with pain and anger as he cried out