Days passed, the complications never ended. Igor was furious watching the increasing load of work, training, and academics on Iris. The girl was not even getting time to breathe. Dimitrios became more reluctant to hear any of Igor's words for Iris. Maria was tired of handling Dimitrios's weird demands like waking Iris up early in the morning for training or making her run fast in the tracks. Sometimes she wondered what Dimitrios was trying to do.
Iris was sitting for dinner beside Dimitrios as it became quite a new trend in the house. Igor was having his food but only Iris was moving her fork and spoon here and there on her plate. Picking up a small portion of the meat she tried to gulp it down for the second time. The strange smell made her a little nauseous and she couldn't understand how her appetite had actually gone.
"Is everything fine Iris? Do you want something else?" Maria asked watching her plate but she just nodded her head.
"I doubt if I had ever faced this." Dimitrios tapped his fingers on his forehead while pacing in his corridor and speaking to himself."Fuck....I didn't even see that coming...." He growled while punching the nearby wall making the painting of the wall brush off a little."What haven't you seen coming?" He snapped his head towards the source of the voice and found Igor standing in his night suit holding a cup of coffee."What the hell are you doing here at this hour of the night?" Dimitrios yelled back without even paying any heed to his intentions of coming at his wing."Why the hell have you awaken half of the mansion? And I heard of calling a doctor again? What's wrong with Iris?"Igor knew the major reason for calling a doctor home would be Iris only. This was not the first time Dimitrios was reluctant about accepting his faults but Igor was pissed off with his continuous torturous behavior."Igor, let
"Iris......" "The small scissors she was holding to cut open the tag of the new material dropped from her hand when his voice echoed in her room. "Jesus...." She gasped turning behind and watching a furious Dimitrios standing there with his hands in his pockets. "What's wrong with you?" She gathered a little amount of her courage to ask but regretted that immediately. Taking some menacing steps towards her Dimitrios closed the gap in between. "What's wrong with you, Slave?" After a certain time, the annotation "Slave" seemed foreign to her ears. Even though she was not fully excused from household works, Dimitrios had rarely used that tag to call her in public or private. Now that he had again used the same, a strange pain shot through her heart making her eyes moistened. "Slave......" She murmured under her breath expecting that he won't be able to hear. But to her surprise, he heard and a throaty chuckle left his mout
"Happy Birthday Iris...... Many Many happy returns of the day...."Iris opened her eyes hearing the sweet voice of Maria who was holding a breakfast tray along with a small decorated cake in her hand."My God, Maria. How do you know that?" Iris rubbed her eyes while sitting up on her bed with a smile worth million dollars."Well.. that's a secret...." Maria winked her eye bringing everything to the nearby coffee table. Iris jumped out of the bed to hug her tightly with a little number of warm tears in her eyes."You know I thought, no one would wish me." She laughed while dropping a small drop of tears on Maria's shoulder."Who wouldn't wish you? Tell me, I will take care of that."Hearing the voice Iris lifted her face and met Igor standing there at the threshold of the room."Igor...." She ran towards him and hugged him tightly."Happy birthday champ..." Ruffling her hair with h
"Time flies. Isn't it?" Iris asked Maria who was watering some plants in the garden. Rather they were Iris's favorite plants that she had picked up randomly."True... When you first came here you were this much..." Maria showed her the height of a small kid and Iris just rolled over the grass laughing loud. Definitely, it was a joke because it had been almost two years only since she stepped inside Bratva's Mansion. So no way Maria had seen her as a kid."Nice joke...." She replied clutching her stomach tightly."Well... What can I say? By the way, how is Daniel?" Maria asked taking a look around the corner of the premises."Shh... " Iris immediately stood up from the ground and ran towards Maria to suppress the matter. She knew what had happened earlier when Dimitrios got to know about Daniel. It was still an unresolved matter for them."Relax..... There is no one." Maria moved her head almost 360 degrees to confirm.
When Dimitrios reached his mansion Iris was already half-sleep after exhausting herself to a certain extent. Her thrashing and punching died long back. But the light sobbing remained intact for the time. He clenched and unclenched his palms a lot of time but didn't stop rubbing her back whenever she whimpered louder than usual. The moment they reached the mansion it was already late at night. Coming down from the car with Iris in his lap he straightaway walked inside his mansion. Her legs were wrapped around his torso and her head was resting on his shoulder with Dimitrios's Jacket covering her back. "My god.... Is she alright....". When his figure came to Maria's notice she almost ran towards them. It was weird for her to see a sixteen years old girl clinching on Bratva's body like a child. But as her petite fitted well, it looked more of a sack of potatoes on Dimitrios. "Has the doctor arrived...?" He asked almost in a whispe
When Iris woke up she felt herself drowsy enough to not step out of her bed. The headache was strong and the aching in her body didn't allow her to take some strong steps out of the bed. Pushing away from the blanket she forced her feet to touch the ground. Dropping her body to her feet she walked away from the bed clutching the long shirt she was wearing. When her eyes settled on the length she understood it was one of Dimitrios's shirts. "Dimitri...." She called out his name to confirm his presence in her fragile voice and already shaken confidence. She was afraid deep down just by remembering the glimpses of the incidents that had happened to her. "Dimitri...." She whispered almost not getting an answer and walked forward with her bare feet. Dozing like a drunken person she moved towards the washroom to get freshen up. Placing her hand on the door she pushed open it and got welcomed by the cold surface. Taking two mo
"Have you really gone mad?" Dimitrios was lying on the couch when Igor entered with a mouthful of annoying words. "Not now Igor. I'm tired." Dimitrios raised his hand to dismiss him but Igor remained strict in his position. "I don't care. I don't care if you are tired or not. I am asking you once again. What made you take her down to Derek?" He plopped on the couch beside Dimitrios and made his face turn 180 degrees to answer him. "She needs to get over that." "How? By killing that bastard with her own hand? That too at the age of sixteen?" Igor panted after shouting at the top of his lungs. "She didn't kill. We did that." Dimitrios replied keeping a straight face. "Oh... Congratulations... Were you waiting for her to kill Derek?" "Igor, you are crossing your line now." "And you have crossed that line already that day you decided to keep her in your house." Saying so Igor rose to his
"Nice..... You have learned well....." "Is it so?""Yeah... obviously...." Jim spoke with equal excitement just as Iris. As they were training together the door of the section burst open revealing a large figure in front of another one. "Bratva...." It didn't take long for Jim to recognize Dimitrios standing there with bloodshot eyes and Igor with the same annoying expression. "Jim, send her back. I need the boxing ring for myself." "Sure Bratva..." Nodding his head in affirmation he walked towards the end of the ring and called out his subordinate to instruct him something. "Iris... We would continue tomorrow." He turned towards Bratva and nodded his head. He knew the meaning of asking for the boxing ring for Bratva himself. There comes a few moments when Bratva decided to vent out his anger or teach the traitor some lesson. And fighting is something that he enjoys the most. The painful scream, and blood spitting out of those traitors' mouths and bodies always gave him a differen