Chapter Four - The Mafia and the Furious

Violetta's POV

I am so confused. These two men, I feel like I know them. The one has the same hair and eye colour as I do. The other, I feel like I have always known him. Both men are very handsome. I am feeling highly overwhelmed here. I don’t understand what is going on. Has my mother really been lying to me all this time? Why would she do that if she hated me so much? If my father really did want me, why did she not just leave me with him. I could feel myself start to regress to my happy age. I couldn't do that in front of these men.

“Sir, we are being followed.” I heard the Driver say, and I turned around to see a familiar Mercedes following us.

“Oh no, he is coming for me,” I mumbled. I felt my heart start to speed up and my breathing quicken in panic.

“Who is he, little dove?” The blonde one asked. I turned to look at him as I felt the corners of my eyes begin to blur.

“He’s, he's my stepfather. He will kill me if he gets hold of me. He told me I had to be home by five.” I could feel myself start to shake. How did he find out so soon?

“Let me see your wrists.” The handsome dark-haired man said. I frowned but showed him my wrists.

“Shit.” He said, looking at a small scar I had no Idea how I got. I woke up one morning feeling drowsy and out of sorts, and there was a bandage on my wrist covering a small wound, which turned into a scar.

“What?” The blonde asked.

“He’s put a tracker in her, that’s how he found her so fast.”

“What?" I asked, looking at him, shocked.

“Vi, Little dove.” He said, lifting my chin so he could look into my eyes. “I need you to trust me, I need to remove this tracker so he can’t follow us when we get on the plane?”

“Plane?” I asked, shocked. Why was he taking me on a plane?

“Yes, sweet girl, we need to take you home where you will be safe, but we can’t keep you safe if the bastard can track you to us. There is only one way to do this; it is going to hurt, but I need to get it out.”

“H…h…how?” I stammered. He pulled a knife out of his ankle. My eyes widen, and my shaking starts to get worse.

“Adrien, hold her.” He said.

“No…no…no…. no.” I said, eyeing the knife. Had I gone from one bad situation to another?

“Violetta, my sweet little sister. Please, this is for your safety. I promise we will never have to do anything like this again, but we need to remove the tracker.” He stroked my hair, and a memory of a beautiful woman doing this came to me as I started to settle. This woman, Nee Nee, used to do this to me when I was upset, and it always calmed me down. I looked at the man who said he was my brother, and he smiled, and I suddenly felt safe as he wrapped his large arms around me. I curled into him, when I felt a sharp pain in my wrist. I screamed out.

“Shhhh, sweetheart, it will all be over with soon, I promise.” The dark-haired man said as I sobbed into the other mans chest. “I am so sorry, my little dove, I hate to hurt you like this.” I felt his fingers go inside where he cut then I heard him shout. “Got it. He opened the window a little, and I peaked to see him throw something small out of the window before he took his tie off and wrapped it around the wound he had made on my wrist. I looked up until our eyes met, and I could see pain at what he had done clouding his eyes. I held his eye contact for a moment, my brain quieting for the first time in as long as I could remember as I lost myself in his eyes.

Suddenly, we swerved around a corner and followed another car in through a gate. The car in front had Miranda and Vitaly in it. Suddenly, a line of other black SUVs blocked the gates, and men dressed all in black with sunglasses on all got out and pointed guns at my stepfather.

“Oh my God, he will have them all arrested.” I said as I continued to sob.

“I’d like to see him try,” the man next to the driver said as we pulled up right next to a jet.

“Thank you, Sergei, Thank my Cousin as well when you get back.

“No problem, Dimitri, get the Printzessa home where she belongs. We will deal with this idiot.” The man said.

The blonde who was referred to as Adrien got out and lifted me out of the car and up the steps to the plane, the dark-haired man following closely behind Miranda and Vitaly straight behind that. Once we were all on the door was shut, and the plane started to taxi straight away.

“We are being told to stay on the ground, sir?” The co- pilot said as he came out of the cockpit.

“Have you responded?” The dark-haired man asked.

“No, Sir.” The Co-pilot responded.

“Good, don’t ignore it and fly. When we are in the air, tell them our radio is down and not always connecting as it should.”

“Yes, sir.” He went back to the cockpit, and within minutes we were in the air. I sat in the chair fidgeting. Suddenly the man with the dark hair knelt in front of me. He had a green box in his hand. Opening it, he pulled out some gauze and a bandage.

“Could I properly wrap your wrist now, Little Dove?” He asked. I nodded and held out my arm with his tie tied around it. He went to push up my sleeve, but I stopped him. He looked at me before gently removing my hand and pushing the sleeve up. I felt more than saw the anger coming from him when he saw all the scars on my arm. He didn’t say anything, but he unwrapped the now bloody tie and cleaned the wound with some alcohol wipes before putting some gauze over it and gently wrapping a bandage around it and pulling my sleeve back down. “That will do until we can get you home and get it stitched and looked after properly.”

“What’s going to happen to me now?” I asked them, my voice low.

“What do you mean?” The blonde one asked.

“Well, he will be after me; I don’t know where I will go.”

“You are coming home with us, Printzessa.” He responded. “Back to the family who have been looking for you for the past 17 years. If your contact hadn’t come out this morning and your bosses hadn’t seen your eyes, we would have still been none the wiser of your whereabouts; your mother did a good job at hiding.”

“But she said that I wasn’t wanted and that I would be killed if I went back.”

“She lied to you, little Dove.” The dark-haired man said. “Your father has been heartbroken since you went.”

“I don’t understand. Why would she do that? I know she didn’t want me, but why would she take me then?”

“Because it was revenge.” He told me.

“For what?” I asked, my head was getting fuzzy from the pain in my wrist and trying to fathom what was going on.

“For my dad divorcing her. She wasn’t a very nice woman, and a horrible mother Aunty Nina brought us up more than she did.” The blonde said.

“Nee Nee?” I asked, the words coming out before I could stop them, and I heard the way my tone changed. I couldn't let them see me regress.

“You remember my mother?” The dark-haired one asked with a smile. “You couldn’t pronounce her name, so you called her Nee Nee.”

“I used to dream she was singing to me, I didn’t realise it was real, I thought she was all in my head,” I whispered.

“No, she is real, and she has missed you very much.” He told me, and I looked up at him at that.

“So, my father won't have me killed for being a girl?” I blurted.

“Most definitely not.” He smiled. I pondered; I still wasn’t sure what their names were; they had been said a few times, but I wasn’t sure I had them right in my head. “What do you want to ask Solnishko?”

“What do I call you two?” I asked as I wrung my fingers together nervously.

“Oh, Little Dove, I am so sorry, we never properly introduced ourselves.” The dark-haired man said. “I am Dimitri, and this is your eldest brother, Adrien.”

“Eldest?” I asked, looking at Adrien.

“You have three other brothers, Luka Nikoli and Mishka,” Adrien said with a small smile. I don't think he smiled very often. “They will all be over the moon when they see you.”

I sat there and thought.

“Little Dove, why don’t you get some sleep? We have a long journey ahead of us, and we can see you need to rest.” Dimitri said, I nodded and settled into the seat. It wasn’t long before sleep took over.