Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Mafia ❯ Volume Fifteen, Chapter Fifty-Eight: Viktor ( Chapter 58 )
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-Mikhael-
We still have one problem. Vicktor is still hanging around. We're
not sure why. But Valentina still likes him. They still work
together. The fight club is still going strong. Usually, I wouldn't
care. But…
Things are different.
We're married. It wasn't by choice. But still…
I frowned to myself. I don't get it. Why do I care? It wasn't like
I loved her or something. She could have another guy on the side
for all I care.
But… Why doesn't it feel right?
Boris pulled me aside for a talk. I had a guess of what he was
going to say.
“What is it?” I asked.
“How is she?” he asked. I glanced over at him.
“What do I you mean?” I asked. I already guessed.
“He's getting too close to her,” Boris said. I said nothing. What
does he want me to do about it? Valentina won't listen to me. She's
the boss, not me. I threw up my hands.
“I don't know what you want me to do here,” I said. Boris' face
came within inches of mine.
Oh…
“Fine. I will look into it,” I said. Boris patted me on the
head.
“Good,” he said. I nervously chuckled. Why does this have to be my
responsibility? Sure we're married, but still…
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Where do I begin? Her or him? Why am I doing this? Oh yea. Boris
was pretty much breathing down my neck. Might as well get on with
it. I rubbed my forehead. Damn it.
I would talk to Viktor first. And how was I going to do that? That
guy scares me. Before, I didn't care. He was my ticket out of this
nightmare. But now…
I shivered as I shook my head.
What is happening? I grabbed the sides of my head. A hand landed on
my back. I paused and turned my head. One of Valentina's men stared
down at me. I pressed my lips together.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Sure…” I said. He didn't believe me. The guy said nothing. Part of
me wished he would. Suddenly, my phone rang. I looked down at my
pocket.
“Who is that?” the man asked. I shook my head. My phone rang
again.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Is this Mikhael?” a familiar voice asked. I froze.
“How did you get this number?” I asked.
“Valentina gave it to me,” my rival said. My face dropped. Of
course she did. I sighed and rubbed my forehead.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“Are you busy today?” Viktor asked.
“Why?”
“We need to talk.”
I stiffened in place. This was it. Time to get on with this.
“Okay… where?” I looked over my shoulder. The towering man stood
with no emotion on his face. I don't think he's blinked once.
“I know a place,” Viktor said. “I'll send you directions.”
“Right…” I said.
“Sent.”
“Uh-huh.” I got his text seconds later. “Got it.”
“Good. I'll see you in two hours.”
“Right…”
“Oh and thanks.” Viktor hung up before I could say a word. I stared
at my phone. Okay, I guess…
“Who was it?” the man asked behind me. I held my phone to my chest
and lifted my chin.
“It was him,” I said. “He wants to meet.” What choice did I have? I
had to fix the problem or else.
Viktor