Chapter 15 Veronica
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
VERONICA
Istomp out of ze house, damn near cracking ze heel off my fucking Valentino.
Vho the fuck does zhat trash American bitch think she is?!
The second I hit ze driveway, ze door to ze black Aurus Senat svings open and I slide in, seezhing.
“Did zhey find anyzhing?”
“Da, Miss,” Dani nods. “First file is on ze seat beside you.”
I snatch it up and read the contents.
Constance Hazer. Age tventy-six. Freelance Corporate Liaison. Zhree siblings. One niece. One nephew. Two parents still living. Zhirty-six zhousand dollars in student debt. Has known Pyper since middle school…
I flip one page, zhen another, and I feel my patience evaporate.
“VHAT ZHE FUCK IS ZHIS?!” I hiss, tossing ze papers, annoyed.
“Useless information! Give me somezhing useful to use against that bitch vhere I don’t have to get my hands dirty.
I know if somezhing happen to her family, I vill be the first person zhey suspect!
And ze last zing I vant is Misha or Pyper breazhing down my neck!
” I grit, fisting my hand in humiliation as he looks in ze rearview mirror at me.
“Ze second file may be of interest to you.”
“Interest…” Zhat is a vord I like.
He slides it over and I tear it open. Names, addresses, relationships, little notes.
I skim, curling my lip at such boring female, vondering how zhey…
how Misha, could prefer her over me… no, zhey really don’t’.
Zhey… he’s just confused. Misha, Dimitri, and Nadya, zhey all love me and once ve’re married, I’ll be right vhere I belong. Vit zhem!
A sickening fire twists in my gut and all I can see is zhat bitch smile at my husband, laughing vit my Dimitri... and her hand resting on my sveet Nadya’s arm! I’ll cut her to fucking pieces!
Zhey are mine, ALWAYS mine.
So vhy ze fuck are zhey looking at her like she’s ze center of everyzhing vhen zhey kicked me out for vanting more attention?!
It should be me sitting on Misha’s lap!
Every breath zhey take, every bit of varmth and focus zhey give zhat HUMAN, zhat intrusion, it’s being ripped directly from me.
Zhey are mine. Zhey are mine. Zhey are mine. ZHEY ARE MINE! All zhree of zhem.
She can’t appreciate ze dizzying, all-consuming pressure of truly belonging to zhem…
of seeing and experiencing ze vorld of pleasure only zhrough ze lens of zheir desires.
She taking zhem for granted, and zhey love her for it, vhile zhey condemn me!
And ze very zhought makes me vant to scream until my zhroat bleeds.
Zhe zhought of zhem touching her… ze touch zhat vas meant only for me, sends a pure, desperate vave of agony zhrough me. It’s a physical ache, a tearing need to reclaim vhat is rightfully and eternally mine.
But I know Misha… zhis is a game to him! He’s testing me! He vants me to repent and show him just how much I vant to be his again… yes… just a game, and I’m villing to play it!
I vant zhat human bitch to know zhey belong to Veronica. And anyzhing and anyone vho stands between our perfect, all-consuming love is simply an obstruction zhat I need to remove. Quickly. Completely. Eternally. Zhen… only zhen can ze four of us finally be one, just as vee vere always meant to be.
Now I have to worry about zhis bitch! I take in every ounce of information I have until my gaze freezes on police reports. Multiple. Stalker. Restraining order. I keep turning pages and my eyes catch ze photos.
Her smiling, arm hooked around a man, like ze whore she is, leaning into his shoulder, lips kissing his jawline, smiling.
In ze other phone, he looks at her vit a smile and his hand on her thigh, but she’s shrunk vitin herself, not smiling like ze first one, her light downcast and cheeks somevhat hollow… zhis is it!
I take ze photo out, examining it, zhen looking back at ze one on ze restraining order, tapping my finger, eyes narrowed. Zhis name… and zhis fac— Recognition sharpens slowly in my mind zhen something inside me cracks.
“I knew zhat homevrecking vhore looked familiar!”
“Did you find somezhing, Miss?”
“Da!” I tell ze driver, voice flat and cold. “Get ze Hashani family on ze line.” I grin, heart racing and he hesitates.
“Miss… they’re—”
“Are you questioning me?”
“No, Miss. Right avay.”
Vhile he dials, I take in ze photographs and smile, loving ze one vhere zhat cocky vhore had been put in her place. I prefer zhat yapping dog mouth shut like in picture.
Oh darling, you picked ze wrong fight. You should’ve left your mouth shut.
Because now your little American mess is going to meet real consequences, and I vill enjoy vatching you discover vhat zhat looks like.
“Zhey are on ze line, Miss.” I hear and giddily reach for it.
“Vhat?” I hear over and grit my teeth at ze disrespect, but I ignore it.
“Dren, hello. You remember me? Zhis is Veronica. I do business vit your Albania family five years ago.”
“No… vhat?” he states coldly, and I close my eyes, vanting to hang up, but…
“Constan—”
“Vhere? Tell me now!”
“I… v-vell she’s here vit me in Rus—” The calls drops and I look at it, heart racing, setting ze phone down, feeling shaken. Vell, it seems like zee leetle dog might finally stop yapping.