“Sir Ivan was here, but he’s gone. The Dragon Ikar heard Ivan talking to the Demon Bruno as they walked out of the club. The Demon Bruno was offering Ivan his help, and they’re heading to the City Of Souls in London,” Enzo says, rubbing his beard.
“Motherfucker is making it harder! Did Ivan have Princess Anastasia with him,” I growl, fisting my hands?
“Yes, she was sitting next to Ivan: he was holding her hand,” Enzo says, nodding.
“Fuck,” Dionisie growls, shaking his head.
Is it possible that Princess Anastasia wants to be with Ivan?
It’s bloody insane.
The bloke killed Uncle Ugo!
It fucking looks like it!
Bloody hell.
“Enzo, we need you to go to the City Of Souls, search for Ivan and Princess Anastasia at the Demon’s Bruno haunts and home. But, first, we need to know what’s going on: get back asap with the DETS,” Vladimir growls, pulling out a cigarette from his silver engraved case. He flips the lighter and lights up, taking a long drag and inhaling deeply.
“Fucker, give me a cigarette,” I growl, taking a stick from the case lighting up. I inhale, exhale, looking around the club.
It’s fucking relaxing; yeah, it doesn’t affect us; we simply enjoy the smoke.
“Hell, that motherfucker better not harm Princess Anastasia,” Dionisie scoffs, shaking his head. He looks around the club at the different cute females.
It’s not often that we’re out in the club where there’s a variety of different female beings. It’s like being at the candy store; each female is extraordinarily unique and beautiful.
“Will do, excuse me,” Enzo says, sliding out of the booth.
“That motherfucker Ivan best not harm Princess Anastasia,” I scoff, looking around the club, enjoying the eye candy.
Konstantin
A month later.
Bloody hell!
It’s been a massive feat creating the apps for Kozlov’s empire. The coding comes easy to Vlad and me, so we took the entire project on. We didn’t get any help from the other entities or the humans.
Yeah, you can say that we don’t trust anyone to do this since there will be a lot of Kozlov’s high-security documents.
I rub my neck, close my eyes leaning back into my black leather chair. I’m not at my estate; I’m always in the fucking office. I open my eyes to look at the rain falling onto the streets in London.
The London branch is running smoothly, the new company acquisitions, the challenge of turning the companies into a strong, profitable business is a fucking thrill. I enjoy it; I enjoy selling the company to a great profit. We move the money, we invest in stocks, and I try to help the small business owners by giving them some low-interest loans and some business support. That feels great to see them succeed.
Before the associates notice that I'm not getting older, I don’t know how much longer I will stay in London.
Bloody hell, I’m ready for the change.
My cell beeps, and I pull it out of my wool coat inside my pocket. I slide my finger across the screen to read the text.
Enzo ~ Update. I’ve located Ivan and Princess Anastasia, they’re in London. Princess Anastasia is alive, safe, and well. However, the Tsar requests that I take them back to Kozlov’s Palace.
Vladimir ~ Thanks.
Kon ~ Good.
Dionisie ~ Awesome.
