V's P.O.V
"She's home, she's safe…" I said quietly to Vasily, but the man refused to calm down, he was pacing back and forth in his room, while Mari lay sleeping in his bed.
I had never seen him like this before, I had never seen him care for something besides his cars like he cared about that girl.
I guess it was alright with me, I never could have given her what she deserved. I never would have given her the care and love that someone as pure as she deserved.
I knew he felt guilty.
Hell, the entire Fucking Russian Mafia felt guilty because we're the reason she almost died, we were the reason she's being abused and bled for information, we were the reason she would never live the life she deserved.
"Dostatochno. Stop pacing. She's fine, she's right there and she is safe." (Enough)
He stopped pacing, but the second he looked at me I cursed for having said anything.
"She's fine?" He said emphasizing 'fine'
"Fucking look at her goddammit, V. She's almost fucking dead.
"But she's not, you saved her. You burned those Italian scums, our family, your mafia is safer because of you."
I saw pain flash in his eyes. Jesus fuck I couldn't say anything right.
"I don't care about those fucking scums, I almost lost the only person who I've ever loved.
Wait I'm sorry. Backtrack.
Love?!
The fucker said the L word?!
I've never heard him use the L word, not even to his own fucking mother.
I opened my mouth to say something when a soft voice called out. Marinette was awake.
He sprinted to her side, immediately she was in his arms, he hugged her so tight, I think all the bullshit he'd done to her had been just magically erased for her to be crying on him like that.
She looked even skinnier than before, with hollow cheeks, her face as ghostly as a shadow. She glanced up at me, her bright blue eyes were dim.
She had bruises everywhere, a cut on her cheek, and a deeper cut on her neck.
She looked like shit.
"You look like shit, Suka." I said blatantly.
Her face turned sour and she held up her middle finger.
Marinette's P.O.V
I held him to me, he came back for me. I had lost hope, I thought that was the end and that the game was over.
As much as I hated my life, and wasn't very happy, I knew that staying by Vasily and V's side would be better than falling into the hands of any other mobster.
I smiled weakly as he caressed my cheeks with his thumb.
His iced eyes looked tired, black circles clung to his eyes, he smiled softly at me, holding my tiny hands in his.
"You guys look gay." Satan spat out boredly, as he casually walked around the room. My entire body was sore, the bruises stung my skin.
"Hey, can you… uh I don't know, get the fuck out of here?" I growled, wincing slightly as my body ached.
"Make me, suka." He grinned. Vasily tensed beside me, I patted his head, giving him some puppy treatment before getting up and shakily approaching Satan.
"I am strong enough to kill you, you know." I narrowed my eyes at him.
He scoffed. "Please, you can hardly walk."
"Ugh, I wish I could have killed that guy though."
"Same, if only Vasily didn't blow his fucking brains out, we didn't have any fun tormenting that little shit."
"I want to do it again, maybe ninja kick him down the stairs, set him on fire in a thong, or feed him to my pet shark."
I heard Vasily get up, I felt the head of his body from behind me as he chuckled softly. "You don't have a pet shark."
"Well I want one, and his name will be Ramen noodles and he will be mine," I stated boldly.
"Your wish is my command." He trailed his fingers through my hair, "V, leave us."
Satan flashed his finger before trotting out of the room.
I felt my head going light, and I started drooping. "You must be hungry, what do you want? Name it." Vasily said while scooping me up.
"I want a few things," I stated as he set me down on the bed. "Firstly, cheesecake, Secondly, I want normal clothes, no more slut outfits. I want hoodies and sweatpants that say baby on the ass. Lastly… me would like a tiger."
Rawr.
"Princess, I can get you everything but the tiger."
I frowned. "Why not?"
"Because that's not a fucking pet, and you're a child, a very small one too. A tiger would eat you. And I'm not letting anything else happen to you." He said with a stern tone, Vasily kissed my forehead and I felt the mood drop.
"What's wrong?" He questions with a worried tone.
"N-Nothing, uhm… can you get Satan to bring me the food? I wanna talk to him… alone." He nodded in response and left the room.
****
"You aren't getting any pity from me miss Ma'am so don't treat me like your servant. Eat that." He sat a tray in front of me with a bowl of pasta, cheesecake, a tall glass of orange juice, and a fat slice of cheesecake."
"I knew you loved me!" I batted my eyelashes at him.
"Shut up and eat, skinny suka." He muttered turning his face away from me.
"Why'd you wanna talk?" He asked breaking the odd silence.
"Oh, yes… Vasily… he's-"
"Head over heels? In love? Acting like a love-struck teenager? I noticed."
"It's weird though, I'm not sure how to feel… why did he come back for me? Is it because of what you said? About me being a liability? Did he not trust me?" he shook his head. "No, it's not that, I think he always cared about you, which is why he favored you since the beginning. And I also think that if that oblivious fucker had known it was you under the new slutty look you had going on, you wouldn't have been treated like his bitch and more like a queen.
He was just angry at what went down, concerning your memory loss and all. And took it out on his next victim aka slutty black hair Marinette.
Get it?" He asked while sneakily slicing my cake with the fork. "Oh. Okay, so what am I supposed to do?"
"Be a good little princess and don't make the Mafia boss upset." He stood up.
"So… like a relationship?" My eyes widened.
"In a way…" he placed the tray on the bedside table and handed me the bowl of pasta only.
"What happened to your neck? Did he try to rip your fucking throat out?" he said examining me.
"I can't remember-"
I trailed off as I felt his cold fingertips circling the wound. "At least it isn't infected or anything, or else we would have to amputate it."
My eyes widened. "What?!"
He chuckled softly. "I'm kidding," he smiled widely.
Our eyes locked and his smile slowly faded as he stared at me, he lifted his hand and tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear.
"How dare those bastards mess up your pretty face." I brushed my tongue against my torn lip, he looked angry, and for that moment I felt like his little princess, who he cared so much about.
His face was so close to mine I could almost taste his lips. "You seriously have to stop watching me with those fuck me eyes. You'll turn me on, naughty suka." He leaned in and whispered in my ears. My heart began to race and my cheeks heated up as he slowly pulled away, with the cheekiest grin on his face, flashing his vampire fangs.
Just as I was about to respond with a seductive comment, the door flew open.
"Have you eaten yet?" Vasily questioned as he made his way over to me. "N-No, I'm getting there," I replied with a small smile. He rubbed my cheeks and turned to Satan. "You are needed in the war room."
V nodded and before he left, he shot me a wink. I bowed my head, letting my hair curtain my blushing face. "Are you feeling okay? Should I have someone check on you?" Vasily asked.
"No thanks, I just need rest and I'll be okay." He took my hand and kissed my knuckles. "Okay princess, I'll be back to check on you a bit later." He said before leaving.
****
I couldn't sleep that night, I was overthinking everything. I draped a blanket over my shoulders headed outside on the balcony of the room and sat on the floor gazing at the night sky.
I felt a burning sting on my thighs, I unraveled myself as looked at my bruised and bandaged body. Tears slipped from my eyelids falling to the cold floor.
I felt his presence behind me quickly dried my tears and turned away.
"Why are you out here, In the cold, it's almost three in the morning," Vasily said with a tired voice.
"I can't sleep, you can go to bed," I replied, but instead, he sat beside me. "Why are you crying, princess?" He raised his hand to my cheeks but I pulled away.
"I'm not a princess, please stop calling me that." I frowned.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm nothing close to a princess! Fucking look at me, I have so many scars and bruises, I have nothing, I am nobody, I have no one and I'm not even pretty. I'm just your slut." It was as if my mind had a mouth of its own, I couldn't believe I had just said that to him.
"How'd you get that?" He asked pointing to the scars on my legs. "A belt…"
"This one?" His finger caressed my abdomen. "A knife…"
"And this one…"
"That's from you actually… when you threw me… the glass cut me."
"Oh. How'd you get those on your neck?"
"You…"
"And your hand?"
"That was me actually…" I whispered pulling the blanket over me.
"Which one hurts the most?" He questioned.
"Uhm… the ones on my breasts and neck. It's hard to eat when I constantly feel your hands around my neck."
He retracted his hands and sighed. "Come, let's go inside, you'll catch a cold."
His hands tucked under me, he picked me up and took me into the bedroom and sat me on the bed.
He then laid on his back and pulled me on top of him, his muscular arms wrapped around me, pinning me down to his chest.
I felt stuffy, unable to breathe. Clustered, my heart began racing as he hugged me, flashbacks of those bastards tying me down rushed through my mind.
"I-I-" I was unable to speak, almost as if my airway had been clogged.
Till I felt his fingers playing with my hair, he pressed his lips against my forehead, and I melted in his embrace.
"You're my princess, and I think you're beautiful." His voice was soothing, his chest was warm, his breathing steady, I felt a sense of security as he latched me close, holding me close.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep, trapped by his warmth.
****
Warmth… heavy hands… shallow breathing…
I shot up and tumbled off the side of the bed.
"Ow fuck!" I held my head groaning loudly.
"What the- …are you okay?" Vasily peeked overhead watching as I lay on his bedroom floor after drunkenly tumbling off like a tipsy fool.
"Y-Yes," I respond while taking his extended hand, and climbing back unto the bed. "What happened? Did I snore? I don't think I snore…" he trailed off.
"Oh, no you don't. I just forgot I fell asleep on top of… you." I glanced at him, he had an amused smile on his face. I frowned. "Don't laugh at me or I'll kick you." His face turned dead serious, as if he was ready to rip my throat out.
I gulped.
"I-I take it back."
He pulled me close to him, dangerously close. I bit my quivering lip as my heart raced in my chest.
"You're cute, like a marshmallow." He patted my head twice with a bright smile.
My cheeks blushed pink and he slipped out of bed, taking me with him.
"I have an important meeting today, so I can't stay long."
I frowned, that meant both Vasily and V would be away, leaving me all alone.
"Don't pout now suka. I can get you a pet to keep you company if you want?"
"A tiger? Or shark? Mr. Ramen noodles?" I asked flashing him my pleading face.
"I'm not getting you those." He laughed. I glared at him and huffed. "Fine then." He walked over to me and stood with his arms folded.
"Say please and maybe I'll get you one."
I frowned again. "No." I narrowed my eyes at him, crossing my arms.
"Well so be it, don't ask again." He shrugged.
"Fineeeee! Please can I have a pet tiger... Big daddy."
I cringed at my words and so did he. "I'm not sure that name really... Suits me." He replied with a chuckle.
"Omg I want a tiger!" I groaned impatiently. I leaned forward resting my forehead on him and fake sobbed.
"What happens if it eats you?"
"What do you mean what happens? I'll be dead obviously!" I shouted back holding my position.
"I'm not letting you get eaten by a fucking cat, Princess." I wailed as I hugged his waist, gripping his ass cheeks.
"Don't try and seduce me." I could feel his eyes staring down at me when he said that.
I went down on my knees, slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders, showing my boobs, and shot him my wide eyed pout. Which is almost like my 'fuck me' face that always works on V.
"No." He blatantly responds walking away.
"Argh!-" my eyes widened as I noticed the tent in his sweatpants.
Hehe
It worked after all your hard-core motherfu-