#Chapter25
Don't you just love poking the Wolf's tail; watching Elijah's face contort into that of an angry wolf. A playful smirk on mine awaiting his wrath. He yanks me by my arm pulling my face to his level. Our eyes meet in a standoff, his aggravated while mine held amusement. I may not be back home reclaiming my father's empire but I am still a Vatore's Princess, and no one will refuse me not even the head of the Russian Mafia.
Kirill came to whisper something in Russia to him. He frowns pulling me along with him to the VIP lounge where stern looking faces locked gaze at me. Maybe because they haven't seen Elijah drag a lady by her wrist or because the lady looks special to the Russian King to be brought into a man's meeting.
/"Lyubaya sekunda dolʹshe , i ya rasstrelyayu vashi glaza cherez svoi neschastnyye rozetki./" (Any second longer and I will shoot your eyes through your miserable sockets.) He growls making them shift uneasy.
