"Let's attend the meet-up" Vasili declared while turning away towards the door."You could need a change of clothes, Vasili" Larry casually said while following him. Looking down at his clothes, Vasili heaves a sigh. Indeed, he is covered with blood. "I will get my change on the way" muttering, he put his hands inside his pockets as if nothing happened.On the way to the meet-up, Vasili remains to be deep in his thoughts while blankly staring outside. Fear is consuming his whole being. As the minutes tick by without news about Amelia, the devil inside him is rising. Gulping hard, he tightly clenched his fist. He is getting breathless, he is suffocating from his anger."Vasili..." Larry tries to get his attention. He could see his trembling hands and it was not a good sign. "Any news?" he asks instead. "Not yet, but we will be getting one soon. Just...just calm down" Larry tries to placate him. "My wife is nowhere to be found, Larry. Being calm is not what I feel right now" he m
Eyes turn to Larry and Vasili while their eyes were set on Bernard Kozlov."Mr. Larry Petrov, I know you are part of the family but you have no jurisdiction down here. Especially our dear CEO" upon seeing Vasili, Kozlov stands up again. "We all know the boundary between the company and the organization. Isn't it befitting to exclude those who are not part of this gathering?" Callum, like Kozlov, stands up to speak."You haven't answered what has been asked of you, Mr. Kozlov" Denver smirks. Unbothered by the concerns of the two men. "Godfather, this is just a misunderstanding. I could talk to Mr. Larry Petrov for his clarification" Kozlov desperately explains but he only got calm silence from the Godfather. "Mr. Larry Petrov, could we talk privately? We don't need to involve the organization in this misunderstanding. And I don't think CEO Wright is allowed to be in here" seeing a chance to divert the issue from him, his inquisitive gaze turns to Vasili. Calm and collected, Vasili
No war happened but a slaughter. Immediately after Donny spoke, Vasili released his blades aiming a few men's skulls behind, while his daggers made way to several more chests. And a full round pistol emptied to every head.While the other Petrov took the rest. No shot missed, all bore a hole between the eyes. Only saving five unarmed men who are now gaping at the bloodbath surrounding them. Five mob leaders who started to steer schemes of overthrowing the Petrov Mafia from its decades of power and rule over the country. But now cowering at the sight of every Petrov."You are saying, Mr. Russo?" Donny smirks while watching how fear consumed the remaining men. All those who dared to grab their weapon are now lying on the floor, dead. Even those who are on the side, watching, are all gaping in disbelief at how fast the slaughter has been done. What's more interesting is no elite security raised a weapon. They are still at ease command behind the godfather. Only the Petrovs have drawn
Silence fell upon the hall as the last death was bestowed."You saw and heard everything. Those who will try scheming another mayhem like this will be dealt with death" Donny, standing from his chair, faces the remaining people. He stares at every frightened eye of the cowering men at the side. "We will never do such a thing, Godfather" everyone declares cautiously. "You can say it today, but tomorrow is another day. Loyalty is not an assurance of peace. However, all of you must understand..." Donny casually counters while his earnest gaze averted at every eye looking at him."...the Petrov will be ready for those who will challenge our power. We will wait for those who dare betray us. The Petrovs will never turn their backs on allies, however, death will be the reward for betrayal" Donny added with a grim warning. Looking at all of them, he smirks upon seeing their fervent nods. "About the real identity of CEO Wright. Until announced, no one has the right to speak on behalf of th
As they all went out of the vehicle, no words were uttered. Everyone was anxious about what to find inside. Denver turns to look at Vasili. Their gazes lock before he slightly nods at him. Gesturing for them to get inside, he walks ahead. Walking in the empty long hallway, not only do their steps echo. The thundering heart of every man is defeaning as they get nearer to the end of the seems to be an unending hallway. Turning to the right, they took the stairs down to the basement. Another long hallway before Denver stops at the thick alloy steel door. A vault-like door made from iron and carbon. "Vasili... I still don't know her condition" Denver tries to explain. "I don't care. I need to see her" he grimly mutters before taking the lead in entering the secured room. Upon entering the room, the smell of blood and antiseptics attacks his senses. But his eyes wander around the room following the beeping sound. Inside the clear glass enclosure, several doctors are attending to a pa
"CEO Wright, two students are requesting to seek an audience for you" one of the secretaries informs after he went back from lunch. Staring at her, he tries to remember who they might be. "They are intern doctors from Nevsky. Caleb Orlov and Cristy Antonov" she added upon seeing him being thoughtful.Hearing the familiar names, his eyes narrow. "Send them in" he casually orders. "Yes, sir" Left alone in silence, his thoughts wandered. It's been a week since the accident happened and as he ordered, no news about the intern doctor was broadcasted. The entire accident was presented to the media as just a mere road accident. No one knew it was otherwise. His thoughts have been wandering around when the door opens. Led by his secretary are Amelia's classmates and close friends."Good day, CEO Wright" both chorused in greeting him. "Good day," casually, he greeted back. He could see their anxiousness but they intrepidly walk to the couch he gestured for them. "What can I do for you
Entering the room, Vasili's eyes instantly find the figure on the bed. After the long hours in the office, he has been looking forward to seeing her again. Despite not being able to talk to her, simply being by her side calm his troubled nerve. Walking to the bed, the steady beeping of the machines reminded him of their situation. He has been coming home to an unconscious wife for a week now and it will still be a long wait until she becomes ready to wake up. That is if she ever wakes up. Amelia was transferred to a room inside the facility after she was declared stable by her doctors two days ago. And he has been staying with her the entire time. Taking his usual seat beside her bed, he gently took her cold hand into his."I'm home..." he softly speaks. The facility is far from being home but wherever Amelia is his home. "I got two visitors earlier..." he smiles while watching her face. "Your friends come to see me at my office" "They are looking for you""They are becoming ho
"The news nowadays was filled with different successful operations against illegal drugs and firearms shipments" Mark Saunters speaks in the middle of the luncheon meeting. "Illegal activities as such are becoming more rampant. It's about time it should be stopped. And the police district has been doing a great job. Their campaign is unexpectedly gaining positive results" one of the men around the table responded."But those groups responsible for such illegalities are well protected. What happened these days? Their protector can no longer defend them now?" another one amusingly mutters. Indeed, illegal activities are either held or well protected by high-ranking government officials, especially in the military or organizations like the Mafia. "I was not aware of any change in position among the government or news about withdrawals of support from huge organizations protecting them. They are even doing all their illegal activities in broad daylight. Under the authorities' noses. W