Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 69
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COMPOUND*
In the whole compound right now, even the fall of a feather would probably reverberate.
The silence is foreboding and grievous, marking the passing away of Erik at 58.
Jinx and the rest are in the kitchen, drinking silently.
This time, Lady Selesta sat with them, grieving with them.
“I’m just glad Angelika is not here to witness the grief” she said.
“I know, right? But how did it happen so fast? I swear I saw Erik earlier before we went for the mission. He was as agile as ever. He didn’t look like he was gonna die soon” Malik said.
“Erik?” Loud faced him.
“That’s right… He’s dead and no longer The Pakhan so I’m just gonna call him Erik” Malik shrugged.
“Don’t let Igor hear you, heard he’s a crying mess right now” Jinx said, and Poe sighed.
“Poe? It’s strange that you haven’t said a word” Malik said.
“She’s probably still in shock cos Micheal saved her @ss at the restroom during the mission” Loud scoffed.
“Holy shit… seriously? Then I guess she’d stop hating on him” Malik said.
“You wish” Poe rolled eyes, pouring herself another drink.
“I knew your wickedness gene is natural” Malik rolled eyes too, and Selesta smiled.
“I wonder who’s winning the election. I’m scared though… This will be the toughest since the establishment of The Bratva” she said.
“Me too… nothing is sure, but if Igor wins, we’re dead” Loud replied, and everyone sighed out.
Loud made to pour himself another drink too, but his hand met Jinx’s hand on the bottle body.
Jinx quickly removed her hand, hiding it under the table.
“You ok?” Loud asked, and she nodded, still feeling goosebumps on the spot he touched on her hand.
“Yeah I’m fine” she said.
Malik looked at her somehow and then looked away slowly.
“Can’t wait for the burial… I have a feeling it’d be a shit show” he muttered.
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NEXT DAY, ZHITNEVO*
News of Erik’s death travelled far and wide across the underworld, and it also reached this place, so the activities are maximized right now.
In the theater, Gianna and Corey are still unconscious in their individual beds after their successful surgeries, but then Corey’s eyes suddenly opened.
He made to stand, but he couldn’t cos of the pains he felt from his stitched chest.
The wall screen came on, and Nazeera’s back view came to view.
“You can’t kill Ade. You know how I feel about her” Corey said.
“She doesn’t feel the same way! She’s stuck with Madden, which is why she needs to die! It’s a good thing she wasn’t killed yesterday. Now that Erik is dead, she’d be the big bait to humble Madden” Nazeera said, and Corey’s eyes widened.
“Father is … Father is…dead?”
“Yeah… Autopsy said he died of seizure, but Klara did it. I know the exact poison she used. She must have fermented it for several years, which is why it did a perfect job” Nazeera replied.
“Then… It’s high time we reveal my identity to The Bratva. Tell them I’m the only son of Erik!” Corey snarled.
“No. We do this step by step. The day we reveal your identity, is the same day we reveal Adeline’s real gender too. I’m killing two birds with a stone” Nazeera replied.
“And I said no one is touching Ade!! Instead of revealing her, just capture her and give her to me!” Corey replied, but then the screen went off.
“Mother? Mother!!! Mother!!!” He yelled, but the screen never came on again.
He tried standing for the second time, and pains sent his back to the pillow again.
He gritted his jaws so hard, fisting the covers…
“No one is touching her… No one is touching Ade” he muttered.
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SERGEI’S MANSION*
Sergei didn’t get the news on the bulletin till this morning, and when he did, he boned his face like he didn’t hear anything.
Erik’s death was expected.
He knew Klara would do this sooner or later, and the fact that the autopsy said Erik died of seizure is another confirmation.
Erik has no health complications. He’s the healthiest Pakhan to ever reign.
“Grandpa, is something wrong?” Angelika asked from the dinning.
She’s eating breakfast at the dinning with maids flocking around her.
“No dear… Everything is perfectly fine, just that… The Pakhan is dead” Sergei said.
“Really? Does that mean Madden will become the new Pakhan now? He might be wicked, but he’s the only one with the traits of a leader in that compound” she slowly said, and Sergei smiled, sitting in front of her.
“Really?”
“Yes. Igor kicked me once, but despite Madden’s heartlessness, he never hurt me” she replied, and Sergei smiled again, then a guard came in.
“Sir, godmother is here” he reported, and Sergei stood immediately.
He rushed out of the house to meet Klara outside, wearing pure white is if she didn’t witness Erik’s death.
“If you’re here to introduce yourself to Angelika as her grandma, then this is not a good timing” he said, but the theory changed when Klara grabbed him by the shoulders, pushing him back till his back crashed on the nearest pilla.
“Klara!!!” He grunted as his blood stained his black shirt behind.
His guards outside couldn’t dare move. It’s the godmother anyways.
They move, they die.
“What are you not telling me about Ivan? What are you not telling me about my husband and who is Nazeera!” She demanded, and Sergei’s eyes widened.
“How did you know about… about… Nazeera?”
Klara slowly released him, her eyes red.
“Is she truly… Ivan’s other woman? Ivan cheated on me with her and then she went ahead and tormented my kids? She injected them with madness, Sergei! Maya is still curable cos she only received it for a year, but she injected Madden for four good years with two shots!! If he experiences something too triggering, do you know what happens? He’d run mad for real! Only a thin thread is holding his remaining sanity together!!” She thundered.
“I was the third wheel in the friendship back then, Klara. Erik and Ivan were the close ones, and if anyone knows Nazeera’s full story, it’s Erik. But one thing is for sure… Nazeera is only taking revenge of what your husband did to her… Ivan wasn’t a saint, Klara” Sergei said.
“What are you talking about?” Klara swallowed emptiness.
“The burial has been scheduled for tomorrow, right? Let’s talk after the burial” Sergei replied.
“Grandpa?” Angelika came out, and Klara gathered herself.
She didn’t give Angelika a glance before going down the stairs, and her guards followed.
Her car drove out of the estate, and as she’s leaving, another car drove in.
“Who’s that?” Angelika mumbled cos it’s not only one car.
Three other vans followed that car inside, and at the back of the vans, there are soldier men, all looking dangerous in their uniforms and holding their ammunition.
“Who’re they, grandpa?” Angelika asked again, but she still didn’t get any answer cos Sergei was staring too.
The front door of the first car opened, and a woman stepped down, wearing the soldier uniform too and glasses.
Even in the soldier uniform, it’s obvious that she’s curvy… Her hips are showing__her body is attractive.
She’s got black hair which was tied in a low bun under her cap, sharp jaws and nails. She looks strict, and she’s wearing a ring on her ring finger, too.
The ten soldiers inside the other vans jumped down, and they all lined at tension in front of Sergei.
They saluted in sync…
“Sir!” They chorused respectfully, and Sergei smiled.
Angelika’s heart was beating fast as realization hit her.
“M..mommy?”
The woman smiled at her before opening the second door of the car, and a boy came out, frowny and so damn handsome.
“Mommy!!” Angelika shouted, and tears were already streaming down her eyes as she ran down the stairs.
The woman squatted, and Angelika flew excitedly into her arms. Angelika almost entered her as she hugged her dearly.
“Oh dear…I missed you” the woman said, and Sergei went down the stairs too, beaming with smiles.
“Welcome back home, Zoya. I never knew you’d be arriving early like this” he smiled.
“I’ve been in town since yesterday, father” Zoya smiled, and Sergei carried the young boy.
“How are you doing, Aleksandr?” He stroked his hair fondly.
“Is that my twin sister, Angelika?” Aleksandr asked, pointing at Angelika in Zoya’s arms.
“Yes” Sergei smiled.
“I…I have a twin?” Angelika sniffled, and Zoya smiled.
“Yes, sweetheart. His name’s Aleksandr. Call him Aleks for short” she said.
“Hi, Aleks” Angelika waved.
“Hi, Angel” Aleksandr waved back, and Angelika smiled at him, but Aleksandr never smiled.
It’s like he’s allergic to smiling.
“He takes after his father too much” Sergei grinned.
“My husband? How’s he doing? I heard about Erik’s death” Zoya asked.
“You’ll find out tomorrow, at the burial” Sergei replied.
“Your husband? You mean… My daddy?” Angelika asked quickly, and Zoya smiled with a nod.
“Yeah. My Madden Smirnov” She replied, waving her ring.
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