Alexandár's POV
I stood before her; staring at her face, sound asleep. I drugged her but technically she is asleep and she will be so for the next twenty four hours. 'Spiking her drink really did the trick', I thought as I carried her to my ensuite laying her on the bed.
I was the one who handed the 'White Russian' to Raylin, resulting her to eventually fall into a daze just before I drugged her with chloroform. Funny, she didn't notice my looks as I served her the cocktail and she probably won't remember me after she wakes up.
Because women don't give a second look to bartenders.
I want to take a long hot shower since the heated conversation with my dad earlier made me all tensed up. I slipped out of my clothes and hopped into the shower. I sighed as the hot water hit me clouding the shower room. I took in a breath and closed my eyes resting my head on the wall for a bit.
After the shower, I put on some grey sweatpants and fell on the plush mattress with a thump. I turned on to my side subconsciously staring at the krasivayak that lay in front of me.
Seeing her on my bed, reminded me of some of the men and women I had slept with, most of them being Latinos.
I observed her body which was pretty much like any other chicks I hooked up with. But, I would be lying if I said I ain't impressed. She didn't really have a body like those of perfect supermodels. Being rich and all, people tend to make themselves more perfect for the attention and media. She wasn't too curvy. Her peach skin, and plump yet angular face was beautiful without too much make up on, few light freckles around her slightly long nose, and small lightly painted lips just gave off, original vibes.
She almost looked innocent, but judging by the behavior previously, I doubt it. Her blonde locks did not go unnoticed by me. I got a sudden urge to feel them slide through my fingers.
I cleared my throat averting my eyes. I should stick to the plan and the task at hand. Besides, she is the daughter of the enemy and I know my limits surely. After a few minutes, I felt my eyelids grow heavier, and dozed off on the other side of the bed. It was big enough to keep a distance between us.
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My eyes blinked open not to the sunlight beaming on my face but to an annoying sound ringing in my sensitive ears. Sitting up, only half covered with my blanket, because apparently the other half was taken up or rather snatched away from me by my hostage.
I sighed, peeling off the blanket away from me and blanketing her. I strode towards the door and barked, "What?"
"Sir, room keeping." The boy told unflinching and totally unaffected by my outburst, he's probably used to it all.
I looked back in the room and saw her still sleeping and back to the boy, rubbing my face from my slumber I leaned into the doorway. "Not now, maybe later." I grumbled and he obeyed walking off in the other direction as I closed the door with a bang.
Moron.
I'm not a calm person like my brother Adam─ I get irritated on things. I'm also a light sleeper, my senses are super sensitive to tinges of sharp sounds and other stuff because of my traumatic past.
My father used to tie me up in chains and have me belted for the littlest of mistakes which led me to be very cautious all the time, thus; I couldn't sleep longer than a few hours. This all happened after my brother's brutal murder by the Volkova family, Adam shielded me from father's punishments in childhood but it was not so after he was gone.
I made my way to the bathroom and took a cold shower to get cooled down.
Returning from my shower I got dressed into my black business suit and sat down to eat breakfast, never moving my eyes off Raylin. 'Should I wake her up?' I pushed away that thought, she'll only grow even more aggressive, and that's not what I want the first thing in the morning.
After packing my bags and putting on my leather gloves, I then quickly got to my car in the parking lot to dump the bags belonging to me and my hostage.
I at least took the responsibility to buy her ample of clothes and accessories for her stay, so you can't say I treat people like complete shit. I'm not like my father who has no shame.
When I entered the hotel again I heard rushed words from one of the staff about a girl missing— champagne color gown—balcony— charity ball. I almost stopped for a moment for more but realized there was a Volkova man bearing his teeth to the manager.
Suddenly, I felt adrenaline course through my veins, an emotion when I picture his face. Isaac Volkova. That name itself is enough for me to kill. He's not the one barking orders to the manager, it's one of his left hand man, but Isaac is the one behind my brother's murder, I want Isaac's every drop of blood in his veins and arteries to clot.
But, I can't show my aggression now─ I promised someone. I'm not a man of my word still I like to keep something that matters to me.
Clearing my mind from it I strode into the room where my hostage was, I carefully placed her into a big duffle bag so that no one noticed and calmly exited the hotel, heading to my car. I unzipped the bag, peeling it off her then gently put her on the passenger seat. I sat in the driver's seat turning on the ignition and drove at full speed till I reached the highway resuming at a constant, average speed.
I peered at her and saw her stir a little, I turned away and focused on the road hoping she won't wake up just yet. I could've asked my most trusted men to carry out the operation─ abducting Raylin, but I guess I just wanted her to get used to me a little bit because we don't want a frantic, crybaby as a spouse, do we? I just thought maybe I should lure her to me, so she wouldn't really try mad methods to escape from me.
After a long two hour, there was a huge black gateway in my gaze, where there I saw my men with their cars already waiting for me.
This is where we exchange paths. The point where two worlds meet. The barrier separating two worlds.
Ours and theirs.
Selena's POV {AT THE PARTY LAST NIGHT}
"Two whiskey shots!" I snapped at the bartender.
I decided to spend time with Raylin herself a bit, as I was kind of getting bored spending time with boring people here. I knew she always hit the balconies every time but asked her ex anyways.
Apparently, he decided to give us sisters some time alone. Raylin might be a pain in the arse, the parties are not the best without her.
I collected the drinks from the guy and headed back to where Elliot said Raylin was, but when I reached there I saw no one. Maybe I came to the wrong one, I looked around again and check all the corners. I sensed she was here before, as her scent was still here lingering in the cold night.
Now, Elliot wouldn't be lying but there's something that tells me that Raylin is simply not here.
I downed the whiskey shots and dumped the glasses somewhere, I swayed my way looking for my mom. I saw her talking to some friend of hers. "Excuse me, can I steal my mom for a minute?" I gave her a tight smile dragging mom away from her friend. I never liked that t bitch anyway─ even if she isn't dressed up like a disco ball.
"Not enjoying the party, dear?" Mom still had that fake smile on her face she had on while talking to that mad lady.
"I most definitely am, but they are not complete without your daughters, are they?"
Mom gave me a questioning look. "Mom, where is Raylin?" my tone was laced with worry now.
"She must be mingled in the crowd." She waved it off, turning back to her 'oh-so-important-talk-than-her-daughter' conversation again to most cake up woman in the entire party.
Just kidding, almost all of them are dressed and done elegantly, no pretenses, but it is I who does not like he crowd.
"Are you really? Are you?" I mind linked her.
"Yes, I am." She answered back.
I grabbed her hand angrily, again snatching her away from her delicious cake. "Mom, I can't sense her here. I never lie and you know that." I pressed on the issue as she came to a realization, I narrowed my eyes at her in an accusing manner.
"What's the matter, Mrs. Volkova, are you..." a lady piped in with a concerned face, mom politely waved off the matter by telling her that something urgent came up so as to not make a scene here.
Nobody needed to know that Raylin had gone missing, or else we would lose our power and respect over certain aspects. We had to act normal; like as if something we missed an appointment or like an extremely important meeting with a client.
The investigation had to be done secretly without any commotion or else people would start cooking up stories, spread rumors, then some others might even take it against us.
While Isaac just stood there, zoning out, as his mind played with worst kinds of scenarios, doubts and dangerous thoughts, one of them including a name, screaming at the back of his head that was long forgotten in the mafia history that crawled out once again to fill the lives of the Volkova with misery.
Alexandár's POV
I sensed her stir a little on the bed. I turned around, drinking the last sips of the scotch. I smirked, and took a sharp intake of breath and walked, slowly with steady steps not wanting to wake her up just yet.
Doesn't the same food on your dinner plate every time, get little... boring?
After we arrived at Moscow I booked a hotel room for us to stay for rest of the days. I wouldn't care to hurt her, I despise this family, but my main target is Isaac─ the head of the Volkovas.
Volkova. Cunning, betrayers, Snatchers. Her sister screwed up my brother!
But, I'm a son of a Morozova. A killer machine. A rogue. And I don't back up when an opportunity to take a revenge comes my way.
I carelessly threw the glass that was in my hand. I kneeled down on the side of the bed. It's funny, how all this time, she wasn't aware of about a single happening around her surroundings. I laughed. I know when and how to use someone like her.
And we'll see what I can do with her after I kill her family and take the empire.
'It's me who's speaking, not you...' My devil hissed.
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