The Bratty Heiress

“What do you mean he’s gone? He’s your tech guy… he can’t be gone, he still has his session with me.” I said a bit harshly at Nikolai who had just come back from God knows where.

“Easy sis, why don’t you do something else first? He will let me know when he’s ready to go back.” Nikolai said as he grabs a beer from the fridge.

“So, tomorrow or a couple of days from now?”

“More likely weeks or months from now, maybe you can do it via email or phone. You could still reach him at a certain time. Just leave him a message and he’ll get back to you.”

“But… the last time he’s gone he was jailed. Is he safe? Do you know where he is? You do know.. don’t you?”

He was nodding his head, ending our conversation right there. Then he walked away from me, clearly not wanting to reveal where Luka was hiding out.

At that moment I decided to play Nancy Drew and find my missing nerd.

Wait… why?

I should just let Nikolai deal with him, but it didn’t sit well with me. I had spent the whole morning studying his files and from my bird’s eye view, he was not well. He needed help, he needed someone to talk to.

Or was it just my feelings that were playing tricks on me. Damn it, Olga, you really need to chill!

But then it only took seconds for me to make up my mind.

Okay, Nancy let’s do this. We will deal with the consequences later.

With that said, I stepped away from the kitchen and take Nikolai’s keys that he carelessly put on the kitchen counter then go to the garage.

I quickly hopped into Nikolai’s car and search for his paper trail. For someone who has been in the mob business his entire life, my lovely brother sure loves to leave his paper trail. And I knew he would have several from his little outing with my pervert smartass.

And as I predicted I found his receipts for gas and their lunch also his snacks, which I think he bought when he was on his way back home.

Mountains, he’s hiding out in one of the mountain villas owned by the Markov’s. Now, I just need to find out which one.

Maybe I should just let him have his space. I’ll give him a week then I’m going to find him.

Nah… maybe a couple of days… shit! Who am I kidding, I’m giving him a day.

Megan… need my rock.

I  pulled out my phone and call my wing woman. “Megs babe, are you still at the office? No… I’ll tell you later. I’m going there now.”

She was a bit confused with my abruptness and telling her that I was on my way there. But then she knows just to say yes to me, and she did exactly that.

I finally reached the office an hour later “Megs, come on let’s bail. I need to get myself hydrated.” I parked my ass on the chair and waited for her.

“Why don’t we just go to my place? We could get some drinks and dinner on our way back. You look like you need some serious talk.”

Seriously, she must be one of those mind readers cause I was just about to ask her if we could go to hers.

“It’s my pants isn’t it?” I asked and she laughs at me, while she was getting her stuff and getting ready to go back.

We arrived at her place just before dinner. She set up our dinner, while I air out the wine.

“This feels like college all over again, minus the pizza. Why didn’t we get pizza?” I said pouting at her.

“Sit Olga, and tell me what’s wrong. I haven’t seen you like this since that Luka nerd went missing years ago. It took me days to get you back to your normal self.”

I looked at her on that realization. And my subconscious was remembering the day. Crap! She’s freaking right.

How can he do this to me?

“Shit! It’s him again, isn’t it? What the hell happened when he take you home?”

Yup. Definitely a mind reader.

“Remember when he got shot? Well, that whole day we were together and he kept on teasing me. But that was it, just a tease. So I decided to get myself a date and obviously he ruined it and that was when I seek you out and we went to players. And the guys get us back home. Oh… and he kissed me, he’s a damn good kisser. Then there were bad guys, shots, and I almost drowned in the pool. But the point was, I had the hottest masturbation session via video chat….”

I paused to drink my wine, Megan was looking at me with her mouth open gasping but not saying anything, obviously waiting in suspense.

Did I tell you that I’m a very good storyteller? Well… I always think I am, usually up until Megan slaps me on the head telling me to get on with my story.

To which she actually did at that time. So… let us carry on then.

“Okay… okay… damn it, woman, you surely can never get enough of my stories can’t you?”

Again, I paused for another drink and again she slapped me on the head.

“Right, so this morning he was gone. After our hot video session last night, he just vanished. He said something about keeping me and the family safe bullshit.”

“Ahh… but that’s where he’s wrong you’re coming after him aren’t you?”

My grin widened as I started spooning the chicken salad, well more like strips of chicken with a lot of mayonnaise with a bit of green as my garnish.

What? Don’t judge me… this is how I do my salad. So back to my conversation with Megs…

“Duh… obviously. I mean, hypothetically when I arrived at his hiding place unannounced what would he do? Worst case scenario, he’d send me home. But hey I would be there already the least he could do is hump me first, before he sends me back.”

Megan looked at me shaking her head, then start eating her dinner.

We moved to the couch and continue our chat and drink more wine. Then my phone buzzed with the word handsome on the screen.

“What the fuck?”

Megan took my phone and laugh her ass off when she sees the caller ID picture was Luka winking on the screen tilting his glasses sexily.

Oh God… did I mention how hot he looked last night stroking himself with his glasses on? Right… okay, back to the story.

“How could you do this? Wait… forget I asked….” I hadn’t finished my sentence when he starts talking on the other line.

“You should get back home, I already send Demyan to pick you up at Megan’s.”

“Well hello to you too Luka! And now BYE!”

I was irritated by him, who the fuck did he think he is ordering me to go home. I’m safer here… I think, I mean I did get attacked at the house.

I was still thinking when the word handsome and his equally sexy face light up my phone for the second time. I groaned and picked it up, while Megan was still laughing but getting up and went to the kitchen giving me some privacy.

“I will give you another hand job session if you go home with Demyan.”

“Okay.”

What the… nice one Olga, no playing hard to get it is then…

“Good. I’ll call you again when you’re in your thong.” His voice was heavy and sexy, while mine was hardly voiced when I said another yes.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

He finally hangs up at the exact same time as the front door was knocked. Megan opened it, revealing Demyan who was ready to take me home.

My mind was still thinking about his words when Megan snapped me calling me out from the front door.

“Olga?….”

We finally said our goodbyes, and she told me to keep her updated while giving me her smile.

Okay then…