Chapter Four:
The bastard sent black and white photos.
Black and white.
Not colored.
Black and white.
Meaning I couldn't tell if Olena (what type of name is that) had green eyes or ugly brown like Belikov.
Black and white.
I crushed the picture in my hand and threw them into the trashcan of spare bedroom, I was staying at the Dragomir's manor, the same place my aunt used to own. But she didn't stay here much. For what reason, I don't know.
Well, Olena was hot… you know for an old woman.
It must suck getting stuck with that ugly Russian Dimitri.
Poor lady.
Other than that I got some rather interesting news on Belikov.
Come to find out he was married to a Russian woman named Iris- Iris was usually a name for a girl with pretty eyes, get it, iris? But I couldn't tell when the detective sent her picture.
Why?
Black and white.
They had two kids too, I wondered if Rose knew that her 'baby daddy' had two other kids named Ivan and Isabella.
I doubted it.
So I guess in a way, I had Belikov by the balls. I bet he wouldn't want his of so precious Roza to know he had two other kids than Andy and Andre.
Speaking of, what was Andy's actual name?
The two kids were beautiful, they both looked like their mother.
Though not much of Dimitri in them.
Matter of fact, nothing in them looked like Dimitri. They looked like, well, me.
But Rose wasn't low enough to lie to me about kids.
If those two were mine, she'd tell me and let me be the father.
A good father.
It wasn't like I had two other kids by another woman who Rose knew nothing about.
Was it?
No.
It wasn't.
I loathed that man.
Boy.
Little girl.
I wondered how Andy and Andre would know that their precious daddy lied to them?
I bet they wouldn't like it.
Not one bit.
They were five, but they obviously weren't stupid and knew when to be mad at someone…
Especially little Andy.
Who seemed so much like her mother or not…