THE RUSSIAN MAFIA'S ANGEL

Ares entered into the room he was told they had successfully held the princess of Prague in.

Before he entered it, Ivar walked up to him with his shoes, and his loose suit jacket.

It was the only way he could wear a suit. Loose jacket, loose pants.

The door was opened up for him, and as soon as he stepped in, a pen was sent flying his way.

He caught it before it could poke his eyes, then dodged just as the second pen made its way to him.

"You're late!" He heard the screeching sound of her voice next, and smiled.

"And you're as pretty as ever."

The boys in the room walked out, leaving them alone.

He took the seat across from hers, and stretched the pen back to her.

"You better keep it before I'm tempted to stab you with them."

"You're joyous this morning," he said, reclining into his seat.

"That's because you sent that redhead spawn of the devil to fetch me. I told you I don't like the bitch." She huffed, and folded her hands around her body.

"Vivian is an expert at crossing borders. She's the one I trust to deliver you to me safely," Ares replied, keeping a cautious eye on her.

"Ugh, I don't care! I just don't like the bitch! You could have sent Xander," she finally said what was truly on her mind.

The corner of his lips pulled into a knowing smirk.

"You still carry a thing for him?"

"He's still fucking that crass bitch, Luciana?" She questioned back.

"You know for a princess, you do have one heck of a dirty mouth on you."

"Don't give me grief about that, Ares. Not you please. I already have to deal with the dos and don'ts of a princess at the palace. If I have to watch my tongue here too, I'd rather not come around," she whined.

"Noted," he nodded. "Are we going to talk about the deal now?"

Her eyes squinted, as she sent him a pointed, searching gaze.

"What?"

"Your eyes. What happened to your eyes?" She pointed with a finger.

He sighed inwardly. In his dilemma, he had forgotten he didn't do anything about the eyes.

"I'm a gangster, Nina. We don't particularly pay attention to our looks," he said, trying to weasel his way out of that one.

"Nice try," she snorted. "But you're not like the others. At least none that I have met. You're actually pretty. One would mistake you for a royal aristocrat, than a gangb—"

"Careful now," he warned, knowing exactly what she was about to say.

She flinched at his swift change in expression.

"Yeah, it's times like these I see how you're one. It still amazes me how you can go from pretty prince, to whatever that was." She shuddered.

"Let's not beat around the bush, babygirl. Do we have a deal or not?"

"Are you going to let me spend the rest of the day with Xander if I say yes?"

"I think he's the only one that can grant you that permission," Ares replied.

She scoffed. "You're the boss. Your word goes all the time."

"Do you really want him to hang out with you based on orders? Is that what you really want?" He stared intensely at her.

"What?" She squirmed internally, under the intensity of his gaze. "I can't even get him to look at me with nothing more than sisterly adoration. I'll take whatever I can get, orders or not." She shrugged.

"Fine, then you have a deal," he replied, stretching his hand.

She shook it, but just couldn't keep her eyes off the dark circles.

"Seriously, what happened? Haven't gotten enough sleep? Don't tell me Ava has been keeping you up?"

"Ava is not in the country right now," he replied.

"So who is it? I'm guessing it's a woman, right? Brunette? Greek? Russian? Thicker than an oatmeal?" She listed in ascending order.

"She's blonde, Italian-English, and thinner than a broomstick."

Princess Nina gasped, as her hand slammed the table separating them.

"No way! That's all the things you're not attracted to in a woman. Her vagina must be insane to have you whipped."

He scoffed dismissively. "Okay first of all, I'm not whipped. And I wouldn't even take her vagina if it was offered to me on a platter. Let's just call her a captive. An important one."

"Ouuuiuu, kidnapped by the sexy mafia king. Sounds delicious!" She licked her lips, causing him to chuckle.

"I'd love to spend the entire day with you, babygirl, but I have to do something important. I'll send Xander to you. Wear something nice," he said, rising to his feet.

"And the signed documents?"

"Give them to him when you're done with your date. Don't act too desperate," he said, halfway out the door already.

"But I need to be fucked, Ares. It's been so long!" She called after him, and smiled right after.

He laughed as he walked out of the room. One deal was done. It was time to follow his heart.

He went through the adjacent doors, and didn't stop until he saw the golden coloured door.

Walking into it, he continued into an escalator that took him down.

He walked out of it when it stopped, and stepped into the adjacent room.

Before he could open the door that would lead him out of the room, the door opened on its own.

He was greeted with his underboss who had his tongue shoved down a girl's throat.

"They have no shame, boss," Ivar, who had opened the door for him, said.

He walked over to the light switch, and flicked it.

Bright light filled the room, its interference, causing the two lovers to pull apart.

"Where's the girl?" He asked. "Is she awake?" He asked again before they could answer his first question.

"She never fainted, boss," Xander replied, walking over to him.

"Don't come any closer. Go to Nina."

Luciana instantly frowned upon hearing the boss's orders.

"Hold it," he said before she could make a complaint.

Xander saluted obediently, and walked out of the room.

"Where is she?" He shifted his gaze to Ivar.

"The office," he replied.

He nodded, and swiftly walked towards the small room they called the office.

The sight he encountered when he walked in, made his breath pause for a few seconds.

Angel was crying heavily with mucus running down her nose, as Sullivan taunted her to eat.

Blinded by rage, he lunged forward, grabbed Sullivan by the throat, and pulled him from ground up.