The Jailbird - S01 E71

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The Jailbird - S01 E71

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 71

#UNEDITED

When I say I’ll never pick my phone to type if any of the requirements stays incomplete before 6pm everyday, I mean it.

If i return from work at 6 and find it complete, then I’d type even if I’m fuçking tired, but if it’s incomplete at 6 like what happened on Saturday, then we resting. Sure as fûck.

If the next chapter is needed tomorrow again, complete requirements on time.

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TWENTY MINUTES LATER, INSIDE THE HOUSE*

Zoya and Sergei already went upstairs, and the other soldiers has been directed to stay at the annex.

Angelika is sitting on a couch in the living room, looking sullen.

She’s picking on her nails while Aleksandr is walking around the living room, hands tucked in his pockets with grim face like he’s the saddest person on earth.

He was about to take another turn when he noticed Angelika, so he walked to her and stood in front of her.

“Are you ok?” He asked, and she looked up.

“Death… He was the last person I expected to be my father.” she shook her head.

“Why?” Aleksandr settled beside her.

“He likes shedding blood too much, and he’s cruel. You should see the way he kills” she muttered, and Aleksandr sighed.

“I love blood, and i can’t wait to meet him” he grimly said.

“Really? But aren’t we just nine year olds? How do you love blood?” She blinked.

“Simple. I grew up at the Base with mum, and I witnessed a lot of blood.” he said freely.

“Coco melon is my favorite cartoon, what about yours?” She suddenly asked.

“I hate cartoons, but I love captain America, the civil war”

“Oh… War film?”

“Yeah, and before you ask what my favorite toy is… I hate toys too, they’re stupid” he curtly said.

“I have plenty of toys, but my yellow feather pillow is my favorite. It makes me sleep well at night, and I gave it a name… Poppi” she smiled, and he stroked her hair.

“I’ll teach you how to handle a gun. You need it” he said.

“You…can do that too?” Her eyes widened in awe.

He nodded.

*

UPSTAIRS, ZOYA’S ROOM*

Zoya already changed the soldiers uniform.

Now she’s wearing a floral backless dress with thin straps, and her glasses are gone too.

She was admiring the ring on her finger when a knock came at the door, and she went to open it, revealing a maid with a cup of coffee.

She took the coffee from the tray and dismissed her with a wave of her hand.

She took a satisfactory sip and was about to shut the door when Sergei appeared.

“Can I come in?”

“Of course” she shrugged, and he slipped in, shutting the door behind.

“When is Ksenia coming home?” She asked.

“Don’t deceive the kids. You’re engaged to him, not married” he replied, ignoring her question.

Zoya dropped her coffee cup.

“So far his signature is on the deal, then it doesn’t matter. We’ll get married before the election, isn’t it? You’re not giving him your vote unless we get married” she glared.

Sergei sighed, sitting on the bed edge, and Zoya shadowed her eyes suspiciously.

“Tell me Madden doesn’t have another woman already” she said, her nose flaring.

Sergei remained on his seat, and that angered her more.

“Talk to me!!!!” She yelled crazily, picking the coffee cup and smashing it on the headboard, spilling black coffee all-over the bed.

Sergei stood immediately, nodding.

“She’s American, a female disguised as a male in the clan.” He said, and she cackled, turning around sharply.

“Whoever she is, we’ll meet at the burial tomorrow.”

*

Klara’s car is still on the road.

The drive back to the clan will probably take ten more minutes, and as she sat at the backseat of the car, her mind was totally clouded.

She might not have seen Zoya’s face, but she’s sure that she’s the one who drove in when she was driving out earlier.

The soldiers van is enough confirmation.

The fact that Zoya is back only means things will get murkier from now on.

And she’ll be drowned by guilt cos she started this mess.

FLASHBACK, TEN YEARS AGO*

“Are you sure you’ll be able to handle him? I can go” Eighteen years old Madden said confidently.

He’s standing with Klara in the middle of her office.

Klara is preparing to go meet Sergei since they need an ally in The Bratva, and he seems to be the strongest, coupled with the fact that he was also friends with late Ivan

“I’ll do it. I know how to handle him so wait for me” Klara replied, flashing him an assuring smile before leaving the office.

She thought she had it all under wraps, but everything changed when she arrived at Sergei’s office.

Sergei tendered two documents in front of her, and she swallowed an invisible lump down her throat.

“What is…this?” She muttered, her voice almost unheard.

“You want me on your side? Then I’m giving you two proposals. You either get married to me, or your son gets married to my first daughter, Zoya. They’re age mates” Sergei replied craftily.

“Get married to you? My late husband Ivan was your friend” Klara said finally.

“Then make Madden get engaged with Zoya. They can get married in the future before I cast my vote for him. I’m the strongest ally you can ever have, Klara.” he said, and Klara blinked with uncertainty before getting her phone.

She dialled Madden’s line…

“How’s it going?” His deep voice came, and Klara held her breath before talking…

“Send your fingerprint and signature to Sergei’s database. Tell Sin to help with it” she said.

“Why?” He asked.

“Just do it, Madden… Please” she muttered, ending the call.

Sergei grinned, resting back on his chair.

Five minutes later, Sergei’s database workers came in with the fingerprint and signature.

The two were printed on the document, then it was photocopied into two so Klara got her copy too.

“Madden has my future vote, and you have my support, Klara. You made the right choice” Sergei smiled at her.

That’s wrong.

Cos when she returned to the clan and Madden heard about it, he lost it.

“The f+ck? Marriage? Engagement? Me?” He laughed insanely, and Klara gulped.

“Me???!!!!!” He yelled, making her stagger and she fell on the office desk.

“It’s for the best, Madden” she shook her head, and he grabbed her tightly by the neck, choking life out of her as his eyes brimmed.

“Ma…dd…

“I could have gone by myself… I could have beat him to a fuçking pulp after he made the stupid offer, but you insisted on doing it yourself, and now I’m signed over to Zoya? I’ve seen her once and I can’t stand pick-me like her!” He spat lividly, his cold palm still intact around her throat.

“I…I… I’m sor…

He already let her go before she could finish, and she landed on the table, then he started walking out angrily.

“Madden please!!” She ran after her and pulled him by the arm.

The moment he turned back, he was with his gun.

She wasn’t expecting his next move, cos he shot her directly…on the arm.

“Ohhhhh!!!!!” She grabbed the bloody arm.

“Don’t f+çking touch me” he muttered.

BACK TO THE PRESENT*

Klara sighed and rolled up the sleeve of her right arm.

The gunshot wound scar is still there, a reminder of her stupidity that year.

The car finally zoomed into the compound, and as expected, it’s full of dignitaries from The Bratva, chatting in groups.

Immediately she stepped down, she was surrounded by most of the men, and she began leading them to her office.

On her way there, she sighted Igor standing in front of the power house, glaring hatefully at her.

She entered the house anyways, but Igor’s glare didn’t stop till Andrei joined him.

“I called the consigliere like you asked, but he wasn’t answering” he reported.

“I’ll call him myself. I need to see father’s vote by myself, though I’m sure I own it” Igor replied and left.

Andrei suddenly felt arms around himself from behind, and he slowly removed the arms before turning to meet the expected face.

Maya.

He checked out her hands for any sign of new cuts, but there was none, so he smiled.

“I like it when you smile” she suddenly said, and the smile faded as he looked at her to see her smiling too.

She looks radiant.

He was still holding her hands when she craned her neck up a little bit, giving him a pure peck on the right cheek.

“Have fun, I need to go pick my dress for the burial. Don’t miss me too much” she smiled again, walking away.

Andrei’s smile immediately returned to his face as he watched her till she disappeared into her suite.

*

KITCHEN*

The trampoline is full of mobsters again.

No one wants to miss a moment of the sightseeing.

The important men who’re pouring into the compound every minute are much, and Adeline is busy feeding her eyes.

She hasn’t seen anyone of them before,.. The Bratva is really large, or maybe she’s not really staring at the men.

Maybe she’s staring at the one whose tousled hair covered his right eye… The one who’s wearing a sleek suit, the tallest one, the one with the most attractive accent… The youngest and the most handsome.

Madden.

He’s with like five other men right now in front of house of Orlovs, and whatever they’re discussing is none of her business.

She just wants to keep watching her attractive man like this.

There’s nothing as refreshing as seeing Madden in a suit. It fits him in all damn cuts, but he hates it.

He’s starting to get uncomfortable with it, cos she saw him undo the first three buttons of the dress shirt like his habit.

Seeing his dark chest tattoos made her soak underneath.

There’s a sick type of thrill that comes with seeing his tattoos in the bedroom, but seeing it outside like this felt too much, and she almost went there to button up for him.

That shouldn’t be for all eyes, at all.

She smiled at her own insane thoughts and bit her upper lip, then Madden made a slight turn, and their eyes met.

She blinked immediately she got caught, and she was about to look away in embarrassment when she saw the corner of his lips curl up in a slight…

Smile?

Madden Smirnov… Smiled?

F+ck! She should have photographed that and kept it in her skull, but before she could, he already entered the house of Orlovs with the men.

She smiled widely, finally facing the rest, and she was shocked to see all eyes on herself.

Poe, Jinx, Loud, Malik…

“I… Need to use the washroom” she awkwardly said and stood.

“Micheal!” Trixie appeared that moment.

“We meet later” Adeline replied and left the trampoline.

She bumped into Lady Selesta, and the lady held her.

“Your cheeks are flushed” she said.

“I’m fine” Adeline replied and released herself.

Instead of going to the restroom, she made her way to the manor.

She needs to keep her eyes away from Madden publicly at this rate.

But what to do? He’s illegally attractive, and her attraction to him is getting worse these days.

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