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Ibrahim's POV

Hatred, pain, surprise along hurt were screaming in her face. Well, it's not her fault after all I'm the person who fucked up. I looked at her face trying not to miss anything. It has been 3 years. She has grown into a beautiful girl. She's just like my Janine. More beautiful than her.

"What the hell am I doing here?" She asked me.

3 years. It has been three years and her first question was that. Can't say that I'm surprised. But coming to the reality I thought about the reasons that she's here. I smirked raising an eyebrow.

"Come on Little girl, it has been 3 years and this is what you've got to ask?" She smiled. Too sweetly.

"Oh my bad, so tell me how did Mr Ibrahim Mazur die? Because I've never heard him ask such a question," Woah! Where did that come from?

"It has been 3 years Little girl, things change," I told her. She scoffed.

"Don't avoid the question old man, why am I here?" I looked at her.

"I need you back..." Before I could finish she interrupted.

"What?" I looked at her sternly.

"I need you back in this life," I told her and her face changed instantly.

Rose's POV

"No," I replied. He had a boring expression.

"Not a chance in hell," I told him.

"Listen, little girl, I want you back in this life for a reason, besides it's not something new to you. You lived in this world for 18 years," He told me. I think my blood has turned to lava by now. I clenched my hands.

"I don't want to be back," I told him. I was on the verge of exploding. he raised an eyebrow.

"Really? As far as I can remember you loved this," He told me.

That's it. That's fucking it. Fire explodes, Damn broke and I, I wanted to broke his nose.

"Never. I loved this life never. And you know what? I don't want this life. I never did. It was for you I did everything I did. I want a normal life. The life I've been living for the past 3 years. Why can't you get it? I NEVER loved this. I. WANT. A. BLOODY. NORMAL. LIFE." I yelled.

Call me disrespectful. Call me nasty or spoiled or even a bitch for yelling at my father like this but I don't fucking care. He fucking deserves it. Even now after all these years, he kidnapped me for something that bothers him.

When I left I thought that this is over. He looked at me still damn calm!

"Don't yell at me, little girl. If you do this for us only for this time I can and will pay student loans along with other benefits. Because from what I heard, even with those little, little part-time jobs you aren't able to pay them. So think about that."

Okay, well that was unexpected. Don't call me a bitch, but I'm struggling with those student loans for some time. I've been thinking about applying for the scholarship and with my grades, I'll get that easily but it will take probably another two months and this way is easier. Besides, I already got a scholarship first time. It would truly be a huge help. Besides no matter how much I want, I can't escape the truth.

But did he just say, "Us?" I asked him.

He nodded. "Yes us," He snapped two fingers and two other people came to the view from his behind.

When I saw them my eyes widened.

OH FUCK ME!

FUCKING DIMITRI BELIKOV AND HIS PA, IVAN ZEKLOS.

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"I guess you know him," He asked. I nodded.

"I'm not surprised after all, he's in college investment board," I took my eyes off them and looked at him. (Ibrahim)

"Is that how you found me?" I asked.

"No, one of my people saw you in my club last week," He told.

Shit! I shouldn't have gone there.

I looked at them and one look at him proved to me that my father isn't aware of what happened between us. I smirked inwardly.

"What's he doing here?" I asked.

"He's the leader of the Russian mafia. We've been working together for a couple of months," I nodded. I looked at all of them. There's something much more going on. Something so much more.

"What is it? Why are you working together and why do you need me?" I asked them leaning back. My father smirked.

"Nothing goes away from you huh?" I raised an eyebrow.

"We have a common problem. That's why we united our mafias. Neither one of us wanted to drag you to this. Not even me, actually he didn't even know you as my daughter but something came up and now you're the only option for both of us," He told. I scoffed. Of course, he didn't want me because I'm his daughter. He wanted me because of work. Fine, let's play in this way.

"What's there for me?" I asked them. I think it took both of them a surprise but they recovered.

"As I told you, I'll take care of your student loans," I nodded.

"I got to know that you're searching for a publisher," A sudden voice took me by surprise. I looked at Mr Belikov.

Jackass! He's acting all innocent now.

I nodded.

"Well, then I can help you. I own a publishing company. You might've heard about it, 'Olena's," I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'll publish your book," I smirked.

"No other... offers?" I asked him smirking. He looked at me with a soft glare. He shook his head. "Maybe or maybe not, but that belongs to your decision Ms Mazur." I gritted my teeth.

"Hathaway," I told him.

"Sorry," He told me.

"What do you say? Do you agree to do this?" My father asked me.

"Who's the problem?" I asked both of them. My father looked at me and he looked at something behind him and gestured his head at me. Another person, whom I know so well came to the view with a tab and a warm smile. I couldn't help smile too.

My favourite uncle.

"Miss. Rose, it's so good to see you once again," I chuckled.

"Come on, uncle Pavel, I thought we were past those Miss address a long time ago," I told him air quoting 'Miss'. He chuckled too.

"Sorry old habits," He told me.

Pavel Bianchi. He was my favourite uncle, still is actually. He's one of my father's most trusted people. Don't get me wrong, he's sweet but a cold-blooded murderer when it comes to working. He always had my back. I've seen him cry only once. And that was the day I left.

I heard a throat clearing that belonged to my father.

"Show her Pavel," He told and uncle Pavel nodded. He came near me and placed the tab in front of me and the picture made a shiver run through me. A very common emotion wrapped my mind but I didn't show it.

"Him?" I asked looking up hoping that they're lying but all of them nodded.

It was that bastard. The person I hate with everything I have.

Robert Doru

"I'm in..." They all released a breath. "But on one condition, "I told them. They looked at me puzzled.

"What?" My father asked me.

"I'm in but I'll work with you, not for you," I told them.

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