The Agent’s Badboy

“Who’s in the house?”

“Karla, I know you heard me already. Zasha arrived with Darko this afternoon, she’s been caught kissing Darko by her dad. Look, I’ll explain to you later when you get home. I think the two lovebirds are still in Darko’s room.”

“And you’re not jealous?”

Yegor smirked when he heard that she sounded a bit jealous when she raised her voice from the other line.

It was around two in the afternoon when she called him telling him that she was bored when some of her workloads were being transferred already by her boss. And that was when he decided to tell her about Darko and his new girlfriend.

Karla was listening in on his words when Yegor told her that he loves her and was simply letting Darko sort out Zasha’s issues with her dad. The agent was asking about his marriage arrangement with the Kuznetsova heiress and he was simply telling her the same thing, that he was going to wait out.

The couple continues talking, while in the other room of his mansion Darko was finally finished being stitched up by their in-house doctor. Margo joined him in the lounge telling him that Zasha was resting in his room.

“Thank you, Margot. Could you buy her clothes and woman stuff, everything that she would need? She’s in a bit of trouble and will be staying here for a while.” Darko gave her the thick brown envelope that he had prepared earlier and thanked her.

“She cares about you.” The beautiful old woman said after taking the envelope.

“I’m not who her dad wants, I’m the bastard son, Margot. She supposed to be with Yegor.”

“Yegor’s in love with Karla, even a stranger can notice the love between those two. And you’re as stubborn as your brother, give the woman a break. How would you think she feels?”

“Margot…”

“You should tell him, he’s your half brother. Yegor has the right to know, I don’t know how many step-siblings he has out there. But you deserve this, your mother fought…”NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Yegor was about to talk to Margot about cooking Karla’s favorite French mustard chicken when he overheard her talking to Darko. They both stopped talking when Yegor appeared with a questioning look, he has been listening in for a while up until his name was mentioned.

“So when are you going to tell me about this?”

“Yegor, I don’t know what you heard…” Darko was stunned but tried to appear calm and it didn’t fool Yegor, not one bit. He has known the man for more than a decade to read his facial expression. And from there he knows that Darko did not expect him to know the truth about him being his half-brother.

Ever.

“Honestly, I’m just going to say this. Just to get you boys settled in on your love life.”

“Margot,”

Darko tried to interrupt but she continues her words.

“He’s your half brother, your dad loves his mother but he was respecting your mother as he was bound by the cartel. Though at the end your mom betrays him and leaves him for another man.” Margot looks at the mob boss as if he was still the little boy that she used to take care of.

“… I don’t know if you remembered but that was when the beatings started,”

Her words made Darko look at Yegor, he didn’t know that he was abused by their mob dad. Darko could see he clenches his jaw and knowing him for the longest, he knows that Yegor was feeling it, he was remembering the situation.”

“Honestly, I know your dad is a player, just like you have grown to realize. But he did love Darko’s mom in his own way, that was why he actually took you in after your mother’s passing.” Margot said looking at Darko wanting her words to seep into his mind.

Both men were listening to her words, Darko didn’t know that his biological dad actually loved his mom, and Yegor was still stunned at the knowledge that his best friend was his half-brother.

The mob boss has Luka as his half-brother and he did not expect that he has another half-brother. Though unlike Luka he likes Darko, they have been such a good friend growing up.

Secrets were hidden and at that moment they were all out in the open.

“And all this time you keep this hidden from me?” Yegor demanded his answer, he felt as if Darko has been lying the whole time and he was conflicted as to how he should take the news.

Then he looked at Margot.

“I know you’re the badass mob boss, but remember that I was the one who makes your special hot chocolate milk, and I’m the one you came running to every time you’ve taken the beatings. So stop looking at me like I’m at fault here.”

For once Yegor didn’t say anything back to Margot, he just nodded but then he looked at Darko.

“Why don’t you boys have some drink while I prepare dinner for your lovely women.”

The older woman patted their back just like when they were kids as she told them to go play outside after each time she would catch them stealing her freshly made baked goodies.

Yegor remembered the incidents, he tugged his lips and told Darko to follow him.

“We should do what she said. I think the older she gets, the scarier she became.”

Darko laughed at his words, while Margot silently watched the two men and know that everything would be just fine.

“How’s your shoulder?”

The mob boss poured two glasses of the fine golden liquid and gives one to Darko.

“I’ll live. No one gets to get rid of me that easily.”

“To us being brothers.” Yegor cheers making his underboss smirked and clinked his glass with his.

They both talked about their childhood and their dad, Darko was saying sorry about him not knowing that Yegor was abused by their dad.

Yegor shrugged and poured both of them another glass of the forty-year-old whiskey. Then he was quick to change the subject, not wanting to dwell too much on the matter.

“How are we going to go about with her dad? are you two a couple?”

“I like her, I want to protect her. But she is supposed to be yours, though I know you have the hots for Karla.”

“I’ll kill anyone for her, hell I’m thinking of buying an island and kidnapping her there.”

Both men laughed then Darko continues his words. Both seemed to have an idea of who’s who already.

“Zasha is a free woman, I’ve never once expected her to marry me.”

“I know, I think we should wait it out. She was kicked out of her house already. So I don’t see why we should contact the old man. He fucking hit and slapped her so hard I wanted to punch his face to a pulp!”

Yegor nodded and talk some more until moments later he told Darko to accompany Zasha and ask her if she wants to have dinner together.

“But no pressure, just dine to your privacy if she’s still not feeling well. But Karla and I will wait for you in the dining room.”

Yegor still needs to tell Karla about his new half-brother and more about Zasha. He didn’t know if she would want to dine at the same table as his fiance. But then he thought he was just going to text Darko should there will be any change in the plan.

The brothers parted and Darko was going straight to his room where Zasha was laying in a fetal position looking so small in his bed.

“I’ll take care of you.” The underboss whispered spooning her carefully from behind. She shifted and turned to face him and rest her still wet cheeks onto his broad chest.

“I’m scared.”

“Don’t be, I’ll kill him for you just tell me how and when.” He wiped her cheek and kissed her forehead softly.

“… you’re safe, stay here with me for as long as you wanted. I talked to Yegor, he knows about me being the half brother…”

She backed away and looked at him, his hand reached out for her strands and tucked them back behind her ear then he continues his words.

“He welcomes you here and told me that he will wait for us with Karla for dinner. That is if you’re up for it, no pressure there’s always tomorrow. I can have someone set it up here if you’re not ready.”

“I’m not, can we skip dinner?”

“I can’t, I have a very big appetite and I need my three meals course.”

She finally smiles though she winced from the pain seconds later.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t joke about food.” He kissed her hair, liking that she was smiling again when he wrapped her in his arm and rubbed her back gently.

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you. Now that you’re here I would never sleep alone.”

She finally laughs and hits his chest playfully.

“Darko! I’m hurting! don’t make me smile.”

“I’m sorry baby, but I won’t make you cry. Though a certain mob heiress said that I can make her horny.”

She cracked another smile and winced again, but that time he cupped her slightly bruised face and kissed her on the lips chastely. His breath fanned her cheek. She can smell the whiskey that he just had while her body was caressed and gently touched.

“No one will lay a hand on you, ever again. Not when I’m still alive.”

She was held deeper in his arms and knows that his words are true and that was when she falls deeper for her dark handsome bastard son.