𝐢. 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰
21 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨

         𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐅𝐄𝐃 the Shayk home, it was cold and bitter. The matriarch and her husband, Avia and Ivan Shayk had cold expressions painted on their faces, Raisa ― the second oldest daughter, stood beside her eldest sister Alla. 

"Where the hell were you two?" Ivan questions, crossing his arms over his board chests ― and Raisa's eyes floated over to her sisters. Now, she was 18 years old ― but it seemed like her parents cared less about their ages. 

"Out." Alla speaks, not even looking at the two of them. Her fingers scrolling through her phone, until Raisa pulled the phone out of her hand ― "Hey! What the hell Raisa." She speaks, bitterly and the young brunette rolled her eyes.

"Show some respect, Alla." Raisa speaks, rolling her eyes as she turns back to her parents. "We were out at the woods." She says, and her father visibly relaxed ― not that he was happy about the fact that his two daughters were practising things with guns but happy that they were safe and had each other. 

A blonde boy came through ― no older than fifteen, and Ivan gritted his teeth together. "Arlo! Didn't I tell you to get too bed, earlier." Ivan spat, and Avia put her hand on her husbands arm, trying to calm down his temper. 

"Like I give a fuck." Arlo snarled back, Raisa cocked a brow at her ― youngest sibling. 

"Arlo!" Raisa snapped, as she walked towards her brother. "When our father says go to bed, you listen." She speaks, before pushing his head down ― ruffling his hair, after she had pulled him into a headlock. 

It was silent in the living room for a good few minutes, before gun shots outside adverted all their attentions ― bullets were ricocheting off of the house, before they smashed through the window. "Get down!" Ivan shouted, scrambling to push Avia down onto the floor. 

Alla ducked behind the couch, and Raisa jumped to get behind one of the chairs. Arlo was like a deer stuck in headlights ― and wouldn't budge. Raisa closed her eyes, as she reached out to grab him and just as she did. 

She felt something drop onto her, a warm sticky fluid flowing over her fingertips ― she peeled open her blue eyes to see her brother ― dead, on her. "No, Arlo." She whispers, trying to find a pulse. "Arlo, no. You're not dead, please ― wake up." She whispers as the gun shots started to diminish. 

"Raisa." Alla speaks, grabbing her sister by the shoulders ― "He's gone, he's gone." She speaks, and Raisa looks at her younger brother ― muttering a small 'no' refusing to believe that her younger brother was dead. "He's gone Raisa." Alla speaks, finally able to peal the brunette away from the body. 

"Oh god." Raisa speaks, shakily ― covering her mouth with her hand, before realising there was still blood caked on her fingertips ― and instantly pulls it away. "Oh god, no." Raisa speaks, as Ivan reached down to close his sons eyes.

"This is all your fault, if we weren't a mafia family. Arlo wouldn't be dead!" Raisa snapped, before managing to get herself out of her sisters arms before running out of the large mansion ― tears rolling down her cheeks. 

"Raisa!" Alla called out, as she stood at the top of the stair case ― but her younger sister was no where to be seen. Ivanna came out of her room, which was in the corner near the front door ― to see her sister calling for someone.

"What happened?" She asked ― simply, not knowing her brother had just been killed. "Alla, where's Raisa?" She questioned, and Alla turned to face her. 

"Go back inside, Iva. Everything's alright." She speaks, as sirens rang ― it wasn't long before Ivanna realised ― everything was not alright.

"Not everything is okay, where the fuck is my sister?" She questions, Alla sighed before turning to face her. 

"I don't know, Iva." She spoke, gnawing down onto her cheek. "I don't know where she has gone." 

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              𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 and dark when Raisa arrived at an abandoned factory, she knew she had to do this ― she couldn't be around her father, her mother, or her sisters. It would bring back the bad memories of what really happened. 

She knew that this was some sort of retaliation from the mob ― but she had no idea for what, for all she knew ― her family hadn't done anything to get themselves some retaliation, so it was either planned or spontaneous.

Raisa walked towards the building, her heels hitting off of the muddy pathway ― once getting to the door, she opened it and walked in. Her eyes wandered around the empty building, before pulling a bracelet off of her wrist ― that had her name on it. 

A body that almost looked identical to her was lying on the floor. A tear slipped down her cheek, as she leaned down, flicking open her lighter and threw it onto the floor ― before running out of the house. She looked back once, muttering.

"I'm sorry." Before turning and leaving.