I Always Get What I Want

Sheilas Pov.

Friday, the day before the party. There has been some time since I had to call my brother and checked in, I should call, and then can I ask if he knows who Zion West is. I scrolled through my phone for my brother's number. He answered after four signals.

- "Privet Sesrta, kak dela? (Hello sister, how are you?), Vladi, my brother, answered the call with a tired voice.

"Hello, brother. Can we speak English?

Vladi Sighed.

"Fine, but you need to speak more Russian, Sheila, or mom's going to ubit' tebya!!"- (kill you!!)

I rolled my eyes at his threat. "I know. So, how is everything over there? You sound off."

Vladi Sighed. "It is under control for now. We got rid of the cause of some problems. But you know this world. There is always going to be someone who tries to take you down. Younger, hungrier thugs who want to prove themselves.

They are more unpredictable and harder to control. You can never rest; you always need to sleep with one eye open."

I felt my heart pound faster when I spoke. "Yeah, I get it. I wish you could just walk away from that lifestyle. But I know it is more than money for you now. I understand that you want this, Vladi, but do not you dare get killed. I will wake you up from the dead, so I can kill you myself if you do."

Vladi started laughing. "You are funny, you know. But did you want anything else? I have work to do." I played with my bracelet and took a breath before replying. "Yeah, one question. Do you know who the king of the underground is? Zion West?"

Vladi was silent for e few seconds. "Yeah, I know him; we are allies for now. Why?" I bite my lip. "I ran into him, and he got my attention, so I wanted to clear with you before I dive into that fine piece of ass." I heard Vladi snore.

"You really are my sister. But be careful, sestra(sister.) Zion is not the nicest guy to be around. And do not hold on to who you are if you need to put him in place. I will personally end him and his fucking gang if he mistreats you in any way you do not want. Da? But I know you can handle your own; I taught you well. And I can tell you roll your eyes at me."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, glad to sort this out. I will let you go back to being the feared Russian mob boss now."

Vladi coughed. "Sestra, I run the biggest fucking mafia in the world; don't you dare undermine me, ever. And do not forget that you need to be careful with your identity. Zion should be cool. But keep a gun close if you need. I must go now. Proshchay! (Goodbye.)"

And then he hung up the call. I sighed.

Glad that he answered this time. It sucked, knowing that he can get killed at any second. He was always in danger. He got involved in that shit when he was ten. There was a gang in our area who used children for drops of drugs and money and then had them selling drugs from an early age.

The gangs snatched them early and then broke them into that lifestyle. I remember Vladi showing me a gun he got when he was thirteen. He killed for the first time a month later. He never came back to the person he was after that. He was shut down. Lost to the dark side. Vladi worked himself up in the cartel over the years. He ended up becoming the right hand to Aleksander, the leader of the "Bratva" (Brothers), the biggest mafia in the world. He was twenty-five at that time. When Aleksander was shot and killed two years ago, my brother was next in line for the throne since Aleksander never had any children of his own.

Vladi claimed his place as the new boss, and I cannot imagine how much blood he had to get on his hands just to prove his worth. I know he was involved with hideous crimes. Such as trafficking of all different kinds. It is disgusting, and I can never forgive him for that. But I cannot cut him out of my life entirely either. I know that he needed mom and me to ground himself every now and then. I would meet him when he has business here in New York. He usually would come every third month.

"Hey, we have work to do, chop, chop!"

Celine woke me up from my thoughts with her annoying energy.

"Yeah, yeah."

I sighed and got inside from the balcony and followed her into the big living room. "So, what do you think?" Celine asked me and, wow. She had transformed my living room with a fabulous grunge/rustic theme that went in dark colors through the room and really gave me that mystic vibe I wanted. There were big pieces of fabric hanging in a flowy wave from the ceiling, and the dark woody details looked so astounding against the wine-red tones of the fabric. The bar was filled and ready for the party tomorrow.

I did have a station for coke, but I did not take any drugs myself, but I had guests that appreciated it, so it was available for them. I had a few rules during my minor events.

Firstly, clothes need to be minimized. You get two wear two pieces, choose wisely. ( That rule is for fun.)

Secondly, you need to have a plus one if I invite you, and they need to be the same sex. So, the boy brings a boy and the reverse. I only asked ten people.

It would be twenty people here tomorrow, plus me and Celine.

And the third and final rule: Everything is allowed, and everyone is available.

Of course, with consent. It is usually a very wild night. And I lived for that shit!

"What are you going to wear tomorrow?" Celine asked me with a stressed tone in her voice.

"I'm wearing a short strapless dress in a gold tone and my Louboutin heels in black and gold to match. And then jewelry in the same color."

Celine nodded approvingly.

"I have a pink set in a flowery material that would look hot on you."

I smiled, and Celine hopped up into my arms and kissed my cheek.

"Thank you." She exclaimed and then got down.

"So, everything seems to be in order. The food will arrive tomorrow. So, I will head back home. I will come a few hours early tomorrow to get ready here with you? " Celine said and waited for my approval.

"Sounds good. I call a cab for you? "She nodded.

"Yes, please, I will take a last look around. Hola at me when the cab is ready out front?" She left the room, and I called the taxi company right away.

Saturday.

Panic. The guests will start arriving at any moment now. I jumped into the dress. The dress looked good. You got the full view of my breasts from both sides since the dress had a low cut. I got my heels on and then the jewelry. I heard Celine had the music on, so I fixed my hair up a bit and then got out to join her and have a glass of wine before everyone would start to arrive.

First to join us were my favorite blonde sisters from Denmark. Emma and Sofia. They moved here two years ago, and Celine and I met them at a club one night a year ago and clicked with both instantly.

They were outgoing and loved a good party. They worked as models and influencers. Tall and gorgeous. Next to arrive at the party were Heath and Nikolas. Two good-looking guys with an edgy style.

They played in a band that recently had got one hit into the billboard list. Both men were fun and carefree in their thirties. Then the other guests dropped in by two by two. We stood talking and fooled around when the doorbell rang again. "It must be Karl and Zion," I mumbled to myself and then walked into the hallway. I opened the door with a big smile on my lips. And there they were.

Zion had his hair in a bun and was wearing a pair of jeans and a white shirt underneath his black leather jacket. Karl had a couple of black jeans and a gray shirt underneath a green bomber jacket.

"Come on in." I insisted and kissed Karl's cheek when he passed me and nodded to Zion.

"Well. You know the rules, Karl. Did you tell Zion?" I looked over to Zion, whom which now stood bare-chested to my left. Damn. He was completely covered in ink. Muscular and with a sexy body. He was the definition of dangerous. He grinned at me when he noticed my shameless staring. "He did. Fun rules" Zion winked at me and then left to join the party.

"Be careful around him," Karl said in a warning tone and then followed Zion into the living room. I just smiled because I knew I would have him tonight.

I always get what I want.