Sofia.
"I'm going to go get dressed," I addressed Camille, giving her a small smile.
I wiped my mouth moved my chair and got up to leave to our room. Wait. Did I just call it our room? Fucking damnit.
Simultaneously, the trio stood up and followed my angry stomping form to the room.
I was petty and I loved it.
I unlocked the door striding in, yanking the bag that comprised the clothes that Camille brought for me and got into the bathroom to change.
The trio watched me intently until I was out of sight.
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I placed the bag on the counter, washing my teeth and hands as I opened it, emptying the contents. A soft gasp left my parted lips instantly loving what I was seeing.
Clothes that actually would fit me, with undergarments.
Thank gods for Camille.
I undressed and wore the black lace bra and panties with a light undershirt, throwing on the maroon cropped hoodie and black skinny jeans and a black leather jacket. I finished off by slipping on the socks and black combat boots tying the shoelaces.
Grabbing ahold of the brush, I ran it through my hair brushing the tangled strands and making two tight French braids. I pinched my cheeks to add some color to them and clasped the unopened lip balm that I found in the cabinet to apply it.
And for the first time in three crazy days, I felt normal even if it was for a few minutes.
I got out of the bathroom to face the trio.
Oh, my... All wearing turtlenecks in different colors tucked into their slick black trousers. Their black identical coats draped over their huge forms with their dress shoes looking immaculate.
Soft curls styled to perfection and multiple rings adorning their fingers.
They all looked the same but in different ways.
What caught my eye were the black-inked words craved into their knuckles on each of their right hands it didn't look like a sentimental thing and the design was what made it clear.
It looked dangerous, hazardous even.
смерть перед бесчестием
(Death before dishonor)
That was sketchy as fuck, sketchier than them kidnapping me but I knew that nobody could be trusted and I felt that the trio had their own skeletons hidden away in their closets along with demons to fight.
Everyone did.
I did too but at least I tried to forget about them and move on but the trio's tattoos reminded me of something that I couldn't exactly pinpoint.
Something that nagged and poked at the back of my head like a compressed memory that I was holding back.
Normal people didn't just kidnap people for their own benefit nor did they have such extravagant homes with tight security without having something or being someone important.
When I tried to escape the first time, the guards knew exactly what was going on but nobody turned an eye to help me, they didn't even look like they cared.
It was as if this happened all the time.
I tried to act cool and mask my inner turmoil.
Nial was the first one to talk.
"You look beautiful, baby girl," he complimented taking slow steps towards me when he noticed that I wasn't flinching or anything. He grabbed my hand kissing my palm and Nikolai came into view doing the same with my other palm.
He crouched to my height with a soft purr to his velvety voice, "You look cute, kitten but I'd prefer you in our clothes," he planted another kiss on my neck.
Shivers made their way to my upper half and Nikolai retracted his head from my crook meeting my flushed face.
The other two let out low chuckles.
And I struggled to recollect myself.
Nikolai and Nial moved away for Nadei as he bent at his knees kissing my forehead affectionately.
"You look gorgeous, little one," he praised and he pulled out a black card and a phone from his pocket to hand them out to me.
My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets from the action.
A phone.....meant contact with the outside world and reassuring Carter was my top priority at that moment. Indeed to know if he was safe and let him know that I was safe too.
"This is yours lyubov'. Buy whatever you want and whatever you need. Camille will take care of you and keep you safe," he said with a small encouraging smile patting my head.
And I leaned into his touch involuntarily, making his eyes soften.
I reprimanded myself and clasped the card and the phone hesitatingly, thankfulness shining through my eyes. "Thank you," I whispered.
"Don't thank us for giving you what was already yours, my love" Nial tenderly crooned caressing my cheek.
I nodded and he casted me 'the look'.
"Okay."
He smirked, appreciative and leaned down to my earshot. "Good girl," he purred kissing the flesh below my ear shell.
My breath hitched in my throat at the soft yet addictive touch that made my heart swell.
These fucking men.
"Now, let's go, my love. We have things to take care of," Nial murmured, "We'll pick you and Camille up when you're done. You can call us whenever you want and stay with Camille and her bodyguard at all times, please," he concluded meeting my eyes.
"Okay."
He and Nikolai walked out as we ascended the stairs to find Camille and Dimitri making out but stopped when catching sight of us.
The enthusiased woman pulled my hand to shuffle us towards the awaiting car with raw excitement, her movements as fluid and graceful as ever.
The trio was long forgotten as we got into the back seats of the fancy black matte Audi R8 with the chauffeur getting into the driver's side starting the car.
The passenger seat was opened abruptly making my eyes snap towards the tall, muscled woman with a 'don't fuck with me' aura. I noted her formal but elegant attire and realized that she was the bodyguard that Nial mentioned.
She turned to look at us nodding her head in greeting and I did the same giving her a grateful smile.
And with that, Camille informed the chauffeur of her wanted destination and revved the car.
Camille started up a conversation about some random stuff that I was again uncaring of it.
My thoughts drifted back to how I was going to let her go as extra as she wanted with this unwanted shopping trip not caring about the expenses that would come with it.
I mean they did say what was theirs was mine.So why not take advantage of it? And wind them up a bit even though. There was a possibility that they wouldn't exactly care.
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Author's POV.
The Alexeyev brothers had never felt freer and at peace than when they were with their Sofia.
They had always thought that they wouldn't find someone that could make them feel.
Something.
Anything.
Which resulted into thinking that monsters like themselves were never meant to love or be loved.
By anyone.
At least that was what their parents embedded into them at such a young age as they forced them to be who they wanted them to be.
They manipulated and tricked them into thinking that love was just an enigmatic unrealistic emotion that made a person weak, breakable.
And fragile.
But to their shock, Sofia had managed to veer her way into their hearts and make them fall for her in such a short time.
After all many psychological studies had proved that it took most men 8 seconds to fall for a woman but women take at least 8 months to fall for a man.
Quite shocking but it was the truth.
The car came to a halt as the trio got out of their car, Dimitri in toll.
They made their way into the large warehouse, the guards greeting their Dons with the utmost respect.
The trio walked into the warehouse said place buzzing with faint music while their employees fulfilled their tasks not daring to glance at them the wrong way.
Some rearranged guns, ammo, bombs, and all kinds of weapons in their niches to be shipped to the person that had bought them.
The armory looked immaculate and filled to the brim with daggers of all sizes, throwing knives, handguns, Glocks and Nikolai's favorite sniper and assault rifles organized to his liking.
You name it, the trio had it.
They were into arm dealing businesses and were the best-known mafia in the Underworld for it. Were also known for leading an Assassination crime syndicate inferred to take out the worst kinds of people.
Rapists, sex traffickers, terrorists, serial killers and rogue gangsters.
Just the worst of the worst.
But the thing was that they didn't and still don't condone human trafficking, sex trafficking and drug dealing.
They tried to take out the people that were a part of those horrendous things that wrecked people's lives.
Quite chivalrous and heroic, right?
Wrong. It's hypocritical.
And they knew that.
They didn't have the right to take someone else's life no matter how bad they were and they knew that they were tainting the world not ridding it of its human filth as they would've liked to do.
The Alexeyev brothers had already accepted that they won't able to leave the Mafia life no matter how much they needed to.
Some of their soldiers casted their eyes down and continued counting huge quantities of cash placed on the tables staking them up to be put in their respected places.
The trio checked over the shipments personally making sure that everything is in its place yet their trail of thought always drifted back to Sofia.
The little angel.
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THREE HOURS LATER
The trio missed Sofia terribly.
And it had only been a couple of hours, with them feeling suffocated as if they couldn't breathe without her. The constant need to have by their side was overwhelming.
Dimitri was left to supervise the rest of the operations as the trio made their way to get Sofia and Camille seeing as it was enough time for them to finish their shopping trip.
Their hearts thumped faster with anticipation and absolute love.
God, she truly had them under her spell.
And they knew that they wouldn't hesitate to take out anyone who would dare snatch her away. They'd die before anyone took or harmed her.
She was theirs.
She seized their cold hearts and unfroze them from the apathy that surrounded them without even knowing.
A saving grace and a broken angel.
But an angel nonetheless.
A light in the Darkness.