Billionaire Flawed 2(106)

“Hey, are you ok?” Anton asked Tasia with deep concern in his voice.

“My mom… I miss my Mama. I want to go back home, Anton. Please help me!”

Beads of tears began to take shape around her eyes. He could feel how she missed her mother. Because he experienced it himself.

“What? I-I can’t. You know why, don’t you?”

He took her hands and placed them over his shoulders as he drew her into him.

She kept sobbing. Tears wetted his coat, but he did not mind.

She pushed him away as she felt her stomach turning. Spewing out, she released the cereals she’d eaten for breakfast out of her mouth. To her aid, he wrapped his own coat around her for extra warmth, despising the chilling wind. He thought it was just a simple cold. But it was far greater and risky.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes. I’m fine. I must have eaten –“ She paused as she continued vomiting.

Arriving back to the warehouse, Java was by the door waiting. His weight was as heavy as his anger. He was pissed off. The rest of the brothers who flew to Ukraine with him were arrested. Now, he needed to dissipate his anger to someone.

“Where you been? Both of you?” He interrogated.

“We’ve just gone for a walk,” She replied as her voice trembled.

Touch her and you’ll see what will happen. Anton said to himself as he noticed she was terrified.

“I told you not to leave your department, didn’t I?” He shouted at her as his saliva spat at her face. Disgusting.

Then, Java grabbed Tasia’s arm.

But before he could pull her in, Anton grabbed her back as quick as lightning. “Don’t touch her!” He said in a very stern and candid tone, indicating he was serious.

“Anton! What are you doing?”

“She’s my rookie. I brought her here. She’s under my supervision. Let go of her!”

Anton’s eyes flamed in vexation. Java knew when he was serious. Out of respect to the rules and regulations, he pushed her away back to him.

“You better take care of your rookie. She’s used every luck she has.” He said as he spat to the floor.

As they walked away, he called one of his slaves by finger sign, a code of quiet calling.

Eyes must be vigilant.

“I want you to spy those two. I smell something fishy is going on between those two monkeys. Find out what it is.”

“Yes, sir.” The servant saluted.

It was him, the person who was outside their door that night.





Chapter Seven

Why do my breasts hurt so much?

Tasia was looking in the bathroom’s mirror, examining her growing body. She had been sick for the past few days with severe nausea and cold. She thought it was because of the changing weather, but she was heedless of something that was springing up within her.

“Hey, Tasia. We’re having a fitness check-up in a couple of minutes. So hurry up!” One of the brothers must have been told by Java to call her.

“Yeah… I’ll be there in a minute.”

Getting to the assembly area, she saw Anton standing opposite her where the leaders sat along with the huge monster.

Fitness in Sekret rynka mafia was taken seriously. They had to be extremely fit to perform important tasks. There was no room for any lanky member.

One. Two. Three….. Fifty-four had gone through the check-up, and now it was her turn.

As soon as she stepped on the scale, the red arrow quickly swayed to the right.

“You need to reduce your diet. You’re too unfit and heavy. Watch your weight!” The checker said to her with contempt in his voice.

Java cut in.

“I thought you don’t have any appetite, Tasia? Why are you getting fatter and fatter every day?”

She couldn’t breathe. His words stung.

She laughed, instead, purchasing time to make up a convincing lie to cover up her mischievousness.

“Hahaha….. Sorry, but I’ve been eating chocolates lately. I have a sweet tooth, so I love candies.”

Java’s squinted eyes narrowed. He knew something was not right. He was just waiting for her to confess. But he knew she would not sing as quick as she could find a way to get away with it.

“Very well. You may continue your work.”

“Thanks!”



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“Hey, tell me. Is there something that I need to know about?” Anton asked as he followed Tassia everywhere she went. From the kitchen, even to the bathroom.

“Nothing. I’ve already told you I’m fine. I’m good as a cow.” She giggled pretentiously.

“Don’t lie to me. I know you’re keeping something. What is it? Do you have cancer, or bulimia, perhaps?”

“Don’t be stupid! How many times do I need to repeat myself – I’m freaking fine. Don’t worry about me.”