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>𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃

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𝐊 𝐑 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓 𝐈 𝐀 𝐍 • 𝐏 𝐄 𝐓 𝐑 𝐎 𝐕

My knuckles begin to crack with each punch I allow it to collide with the boxing bag. I'm so livid and confused. Mila's father knew this the whole time, he wanted to find out my reaction to having not just a sister. But a brother as well.

I nudge my tongue out, tasting the salty sweat that has fallen from my forehead. I slick my hair back and take in a deep breath. There are a million questions battling in my mind, hoarding my thoughts, taking over priorities. I forgot to check in at the warehouse. I'm confused yet angry. My mother kept a large secret from me. Leonid is only one year older, so for them to send him away causes questions to bombard me. Does Leonid know? Did my father know?

My phone vibrates at the side of me, while Mila is recovering and Elias is keeping an eye on her I said I'd do more to help, little did I know Leonid would be the one to call me downstairs. I growl wanting to hide the emotions embedded in my veins and mind. I grab a towel and wrap it around my neck, wiping the sweat off my forehead and making my way to the basement.

I watch as Leonid throws punches to someone, I could only assume is American. But I'm not looking at them. I'm watching Leonid. His every move, I'm eyeing his every feature just to try and answer my own questions. "What are you gawking at?" He questions, watching me with a confused expression. I shrug my shoulders.

"What do we have here?" I shake off his question by adding my own.

"American spy." I nod. Watching Leonid giving blows to the American with his knuckledusters. The American's face bleeds with remorse. The crimson dripping from his face, I try and focus on his unrecognisable features other than the fact I'm in the same room as my brother.

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It took another ten minutes before I decide to leave, I couldn't bear it anymore. I always felt a little lost knowing I had a sister and could never spend time with her. Now I have an older brother who I've spent my whole life with, and it was all a lie. He wasn't my cousin. But my brother.

I decide enough was enough, I can't continue my day with all these unanswered questions. I get into my car and go to my aunts and uncle's house. I wait outside patiently while my knuckles whiten with stress.

The door opens to reveal Galina's shocked face, her eyes are heavy with chocolate and her hair is pushed up into a ponytail. "Oh, Kristian honey." She smiles allowing me inside. I enter their cosy home, suddenly welcomed by pumpkin spice.

"Take a seat I'll grab you a coffee." She smiles at me, she passes her husband, Akim.

He was slim and tall with glasses on top of his head that slicked his black peppered hair back. His blue eyes scan me. "Kristian." He smiles. But stops when he notices my serious face. "What's wrong, is Leonid okay?" He enquires as if he is his real father.

"You tell me." I state and stand. He looks at me with a questionable look while Galina walks back in with a mug of coffee in her hands, black no sugar, just the way I like it.

"Boys, what's going on?" Galina looks between us both, treating us like we're one eighth of our age.

"I'm here for some answers, and I'm pretty sure you can give them to me." I clench my teeth and ball my first up, "Who was going to tell me that Leonid is my brother?"

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I sit in the car outside of their house, replaying the conversation in my mind. Leonid was given to them straight after he was born, apparently my mother didn't want a child with my father yet and kept her pregnancy hidden from him. I had too many questions, why? How? Apparently, they hadn't been getting along, to the point my father would look at my mother with repulse. The only times he would touch and approach her was in front of guests. She knew keeping Leonid would be the one thing that would keep their marriage together, she knew Leonid would be the heir of the Bratva and he would be trained at a young age.

I couldn't understand why my mother had me not long after and decided to keep me, but it turns out I was a part of their few one-night stands. Mother had acted strangely and my father wanted an heir, forcing her to take the pregnancy test in front of him. Stealing the test before she could see it, a positive test was revealed. Hurt was filled within her, she knew she couldn't hide this pregnancy and having Nikita? A baby girl? That was the worst for a mafia family, so she took her. Protected her.

I shake the thoughts out of my head and drive straight back home in hopes that no one would be around, I couldn't cope with work talk tonight, especially with my men, I hope all of them have left apart from Elias who is looking after Mila.

I open the door wide and find Mila with a glass of water in her hands, evacuating the kitchen. "What are you doing walking around?" I enquire, making her jolt. In her state she shouldn't be walking around too much, whatever she says.

"You made me jump." She looks at me and sighs, placing one hand on her chest to steady her breathing. I give her an apologetic look.

I watch as Elias passes and I give him a slight nod, indicating that he is done for the night. "Everyone else out?" I ask and with Elias' nod I'm relieved. Elias walks out, leaving both Mila and I in the front room.

"You look tense." She looks at me with a questionable look, attempting to read me as if I'm an open book of her favourite novel.

"I'm fine." She rolls her eyes and pats the sofa seat next to her; I walk over and sit.

"Since I'm not on any medication, why don't we have a drink?" I nod and allow her to help herself.

"I'll have what you're having." She nods and walks to the fridge where there is a half bottle of red wine. She pours us both a glass and passes me one, I thank her and we cheer.

"So, what has you so riled up?" She questions me, pushing and pushing until I give up and answer her. I'm in two minds whether I should or shouldn't. I sigh and groan.

"You know about Nikita." She looks at me with a knowing look, she knew about Nikita for ages, but what I'm about to tell her is going to shock her.

"Well, so did your father." She rolls her eyes at the mention of him, since she's found out how much of a shit father, he really is she's lost all respect.

"I saw her recently, face to face. I spoke to her." I look at her face, she looks as white as a sheep. My plan was to never get in contact with my sister, keep her at arm's length, but that didn't happen.

"Your father led me to her." I growl remembering the letter which caused my blood to boil, "Turns out, I also have a brother."

I look at her, there's nothing but silence in the room. She sets her wine glass on the table in front of us and makes me look at her. "Kristian, I'm so sorry." She takes my hand in hers and looks at me, her orbs stare at mine with sympathy. She hasn't heard the worst of it yet.

"Is he alive?" She enquires, treading on egg-shells so she doesn't say the wrong thing.

"Very much so."

"Why don't you go and look for him like you did with Nikita?" Her grip is tighter on my hand, showing me comfort.

"I already know where he is." I sigh, "I already know who he is." She looks at me, eyes wide.

"Who?"

"Leonid." She looks at me, baffled and speechless. It was less shock than what I had, but knowing Leonid is my brother really turned things around. Although we've technically always called ourselves brothers, we never would've thought it.

"Are you going to speak to him?" I glance away from her face, taking her hand in mind and twirling around the small diamond on her left hand.

"I'm unsure." If I tell Leonid, it may cause more problems, he'll fall out with Galina and Akim, that's not what I want. It'll cause a shift in the mafia, Leonid may even want to take over, not that I blame him, but he is the rightful heir.

"Come here." Mila strangely opens her arms, ushering for me to enter, I give in and accept the comfort. I rest my head on her chest, feeling her chest beat against my ear. Feeling Mila hold me made me feel free, I know she was holding me not just because of the news I've just received, but for all the other shit we've been through.

I look up and stare at her, watching as she darts her tongue out to dampen her lips. Those lips I had kissed not too long ago, those lips I had wished to kiss again. And why the fuck not? Without a second longer to think, I pull her close to me, cupping her face until I can't get her any closer.

I tangle my tongue with hers, tasting the red wine from her, licking her and inhaling her delicious scent. I grope her hips, guiding her to straddle me. I groan as she wiggles slightly, but refused to part herself away from my lips. My hands travel to her lower back. I find myself tracing the back of her skin, I must've slipped up her simple T-shirt.

"Kristian." She groans in my mouth, she parts herself away, staring at me with lust in her eyes.

"Yes?"

"I shouldn't want you." I look at her, tucking a lose strand behind her ear.

"Then don't have me." I state sternly, watching her closely.

"But something inside of me wants you." She tucks her bottom lip in between her teeth which pushes me over the edge. I hold her up, placing her head against the sofa pillow while I settle in between her legs, holding my lips against hers while she releases soft moans into my mouth.

"Fuck." I groan. I let my hand travel up her soft skin until I reach the hem of her shorts, I look at her and she gives me a nod. I slip them down along with her red lacy pants. I smile at her, kissing her lower stomach. "I can't wait to have you."