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"What was-"
"Don't think that I'm done for anything just because of whatever happened last night. Mind your hands and lips, Luka." With that, I hurriedly walked away. Staying around a guy who had been nut-kicked wasn't the wisest of ideas, especially when he was a Volkov. The men were insane and the women were...well, I had yet to have any meaningful interaction with them just yet.
"Hey you!" Someone yelled as I ascended the stairs. It sounded feminine and a bit more like Irina but not fully.
I turned toward the source and saw Faina storming towards me from the hallway leading to the living room. Gawd! There were so many hallways in this house that they made my head spin because I had lost my way twice in a single day.
"How may I help you, 'Mom'?" I sprinkled some scorn in my tone as well as my grin.
She got to me and without permission, grasped my wrist and then started dragging me straight ahead along the hallway leading to the extra rooms.
I wasn't scared at all, none of them would dare harm me. Not when I was legally married into the family.
Drakon had a holy rule; Never touch family.
It bound every one of these families, including the ones who weren't directly involved in the organization.
'Should I act scared? Or should I act normal?' I pondered as she roughly pulled right into Milan's office.
My heart pumped hard as the realization hit me hard.
"Faina?" Milan called surprised, abandoning his papers. When his eyes landed on me, I caught the confusion which lingered as short as his eyes stayed on me.
"What is the meaning of this? You couldn't even kno-"
"I want to know what happened here last night!" She snapped flinging my hand away as if it wasn't still attached to my torso.
Argh, this bitch.
Milan exhaled loudly, communicating his disappointment as well as exhaustion for the drama Faina had hauled at his door.
Rising from his seat, he said, "Can we not do this? I'm quite busy right no-"
"This is 'my' house. And I'm your stepmother!" She continued screaming her authority at us but it only sounded like a desperate cry for attention.
I lightly pressed my index fingers on my ears to block her loudness but to also irritate her beyond restriction and see what she could possibly do.
"Faina, let's not go there. DON'T!" Milan hissed smacking his palm on the desk. "And for the record, this is 'her' house now. She's in charge and only she can question everyone in this place."
Faina scoffed turning her deathly glare at me. "I see that she has already bewitched you. And you..." She took a step closer. "I'm still-"
"Shouldn't you be more concerned about your husbands rather than your stepsons? Should they report to you every time they want to put their dicks in a pussy?"
Damn! I was having too much fun here. I never knew I could be the villain of the story, but here I was, slowly turning this family upside down without doing much.
"You have no manners you damn who-"
"Hush-hush! I've heard this line before. But do you really have any moral right to call me that? Or are you mad at me because of a certain dick that you haven't forgotten?" I teased throwing a glance at Milan.
I saw him sigh, shutting his eyes and turning his face to the ceiling as if thinking, 'Why are these bitches here?'
A slender and softer hand gripped my throat viciously, triggering Milan's quick reaction. "You have such a loud mouth for a little bug Ilay picked up from nowhere."
I grinned sticking out my tongue just as Milan got to us, ripping her hand from my throat and pushing her away from me. "Have you lost your mind?" He questioned her, standing in front of me. "What rule has she broken? Only Ilay has the right to punish her Faina. Lay a hand on her once more and I'll forget that you're my father's wife!"
Damn! Things had just taken a dark turn. What would he do?
I peeked from the side of Milan's arm and grinned at the fuming female stabbing me and wishing me death with just her eyes.
Something was definitely wrong with me. Why was I finding comfort in the discomfort of others? But, not from everyone, no. Just these bitches on their high stools looking down on me.
If they had shown up in my life before getting entangled with Ilay, I might have bowed my head and bit my tongue helplessly. But Ilay had handed me power and I had to use it fully to protect myself.
"She's just, she's just a loose-"
"And what about the woman who put aphrodisiac in my drink, hm? Do you think she's an upright and loyal wife?"
My mouth formed an 'O' as these two continued serving me some tea. Just wished I had some popcorn to enjoy the show.
Faina's eyes watered and softened as she looked up at Milan. "That...that was a mist-"
"I have been quiet about it just because it'll spell execution for you Faina. So don't push your luck. And if you're so desperate to know what happened, then I'll-"
Milan's anger was interrupted by the sudden banging of the door behind me.
I jerked hopping around, only to meet the icy blue pair that never failed to make my heart flutter and my soul shatter.
He was my devil and their evil.
"What have I missed?"
A pair of hands suddenly cupped my shoulders from behind me before Milan pressed his body on my back. "We were just having a small talk, right, Kally?"
Oh gawd! The way he uttered my name, soft and extremely gentle, left my knees weak and my lips smiling. Argh! These brothers would soon be the death of me.
Even with Milan's provocation, Ilay maintained a composed look as he walked over to us, his eyes trained on my face.
"I was looking for you," he whispered bringing his thumb to caress my cheek lovingly. "Are they harassing you?"
I laughed silently, with only Ilay noticing it, before shaking my head. "But our 'Stepmom' insists on knowing about last night being the mistress of this house."
With one final caress, Ilay walked past us, and we followed his movements, with Milan turning the two of us in their direction.
"I thought I made it clear when I said that this is now, MY, house? Or does no one take me seriously anymore? Should I find a retirement home for Dad and yourself?" He asked pushing her chin up to gaze straight into her eyes.
Faina angrily slapped Ilay's hand and backed away from him. "Don't be so smug Ilay. You're not yet the-"
"Dare me FAINA!" He snapped furiously, his entire body seemingly trembling from the pure anger that must have been boiling through his body. "I don't need to be the Czar to take you down. And I definitely don't need to be one to bring you and your entire family to your knees. After all, I have so many dirty secrets about them that people would pay billions to have."
The threat hit home when I caught the defeated face Faina wore. There were angry tears in those eyes as well as fear.
Oh Ilay, never failed me when it came to making people look like balls before his eyes, including myself.
"You...you...you..." She stuttered tumbling backward on the desk.
Ilay smirked at the terrified Faina sliding his hands in his hip pockets before glancing over at us. "You, unhand her."
His eyes had turned sour glaring at Milan's grasp on my shoulders.
His grip loosened. And just as I was about to walk forward, a pair of warm soft lips were pressed on my cheek.
My brows lifted while Ilay frowned.
Milan answered our reactions with hearty laughter and then said, "It's fair game, right? You presented her to us willingly, brother."
An air of indifference dawned upon me understanding the truth behind his words.
Now I had become an item that the two of them wanted to claim? How...thrilling.