Page 46 of Nemesync
Sometimes, being Pakhan was hard. The thing is, it’s filled with crap and administrative shit. Having to engage in conversation to explain stupid things to stupid people when you’d rather just punch them to death was exhausting.
Today was no exception.
We had to discuss the new procedures we’re implementing for shipments around the city. Things have been running smoothly for the Zennites. A few of our men were present, and Niko joined after his session with Zanae.
He looked thoughtful when I asked him if she was doing well.
Speaking of my pretty Zanae, she strides in, uninvited, disrupting the hushed conversations we were having.
What a fucking surprise.
My gaze hardened, but a subtle smirk betrayed the amusement sparked by her audacity and boldness. This girl was crazy for coming here; I could kill her for that.
In fact, I would kill anyone for less than that.
Addictions are hard to get rid of, they said, and they were never more right.
She just takes a seat, looking furious. “Volkov. Sending me a babysitter now? You’re really scraping the bottom of the barrel at this point.”
“Hello to you too. It’s just a precaution.”
Her pretty amber eyes narrow with fury, the droplets of gold in them mirroring the fire and heat emanating from her soul.
“Precaution? I don’t need your damn precautions. Keep your fucking dogs away from me.”
Niko observed us silently from his position against the wall. He just smiled at her, like a proud father.
My men however exchanged curious glances, questioning why a woman is here and why she is this insolent with their boss.
One of them, Dimitri, says, “Who the fuck do you think you are? Shut up. We’re not dogs.”
Oh.
“Watch your mouth, Dimitri. Disrespect her again, and you’ll lose more than just your tongue.”
The room falls into a cold silence.
Not Zanae. She was unfazed by the threat; and just turned toward Dimitri with a fake smile. “‘Respect’, darling. It’s a shame it doesn’t come with that expensive ugly suit you’ve got on.”
I look at her grinning, fucking diverted by the way she carries herself with so much confidence.
Dimitri’s mouth opens, as if he’s about to respond, but I snap, my eyes boring into him, “Last warning. Open your mouth again and I’ll fill it with bullets.”
He swallows hard, regret and fear etched across his face.
Now openly amused, I address the matter at hand for this meeting. “Now, Niko, about the shipment?—”
The principal cause of my regular headaches interrupts again, slamming her hand on the table in front of me, her face so close I could smell the vanilla of her perfume.Exquisite.
“No, Elijah. We’re not moving on until you explain why you’re so hell-bent on controlling every fucking aspect of my life.”
What she doesn’t know is that control is just the beginning. It’s beyond that. I want her to be an extension of myself. I want to embed my essence in every fucking fiber of her being, to own any sense of self she has outside of me.
But she doesn’t know that.
“Control? Zanae, you overestimate your importance. And don’t ever do that again, or I may cut those pretty hands of yours.”
In fact, she’s important, so fucking important it’s killing me.
