13| ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

VLADMIR POV:

She is Dead. Raffa's Woman is dead. "Hold on", I said running upstairs to share this with My Father.

I saw him busy with another call. "Dad, I have A.....", but he stopped me in the mid continuing with his phone.

Arghh... This Old cunt...

I snatched his phone away from him.

"Vladimir, that...", I cut him off in the mid.

"Brody killed her", I said, hearing that he smirked in pride.

He grabbed My phone in A flash, "Brody, Is she Dead?", he asked.

DIMITRI POV: (Vladmir's Father)

"Brody, Is she dead?", I asked. But,

the other line is silent. It made me highly doubt this, making my eyebrows scrunch together.

"Mission Completed", I heard a voice, which cleared My doubt.

Fuck It's not Brody...

"Who the hell are you?", I asked on the verge of exploding. "Find out by yourself. Come on", he said like it's A fun game.

Closing My Eyes, I thought. Who's he? Think... Think... Think... If he killed Brody, he's also in the same business