VERITY'S POV ~_______~_______~

I went upstairs and was on my phone for the time being. The next two hours I sketched, called my friend group, and just chilled.

I knew my father sent me upstairs because it was mafia business. I was curious who he was meeting, but I didn't take the risk to go downstairs.

As of right now, it was 8:15. Meaning I had about 35 minutes before Derek comes and picks me up for the fight. I was picking out an outfit that would be easy for me to fight in but also look nice.

That was until I heard a loud BANG as if somebody fell or got tackled, and yelling.

I ran down the stairs and was met with a horrid sight.

There my biological sperm donor was on top of my dad, Mikael, hitting him and throwing punches. Some of my biological brothers were trying to get them off each other while the others fought Maxim, Andrei, and Alexei. My twin was standing in the corner, not taking part to which I was grateful for. My birthgiver was yelling with my mom, Mikael's wife- who I hadn't seen for a while since she was in Russia- to stop fighting.

"Stop." I said, but nobody heard. "STOP!!!" I screamed this time, my voice ricocheting off the walls.

Everybody stopped and looked towards me.

"What is the meaning of this?!" I spat.

Everybody quickly clambered up to their feet.

"Verity, dear I told you to stay upsta-" Francesco started in a hoarse voice but I cut him off.

"Dad, explain what the fuck is happening here." I snarled.

"You see, Ve-" I cut Francesco off again, sending him an glare.

"Not you. I'm talking to him." I pointed to Mikael.

Francesco's eyes held hurt that he didn't even try to hide.

"He is not your dad, Verity. I am." He said, his voice now quiet.

"You are my father by blood, yes. But that doesn't mean that I will ever call you that, especially after this little incident. Mikael here raised me, treated me as his own when you weren't there. After you apologized this morning, I really thought that there was a chance I could trust you guys or .." I sighed, cutting myself off this time. "Whatever. You lied to me, said this was a business meeting. Obviously, it isn't."

"Verity, I'll explain to you. Just.. don't interrupt me." Mikael said and I shot him a glare to which he sent an apologetic look back.

I looked over to Anya (Mikaels wife) and gave her a hug. She had raised me as well alongside her sons, treating me as the daughter she never had. She had been in Russia the past few months with her brother, Dimitri, who had been admitted in the hospital due to heart problems.

"Hi mom." I muttered. "Is Uncle Dimitri okay?? Is he out the hospital?" I asked, referring to the reason she had to go away to Russia for so long.

Out the corner of my eye, my biologicals looked surprised.

Maybe it was because I used such a soft tone with Anya. Maybe it was because I hugged her, something I barely did to anybody. Maybe it was the soft smile I sent her or the look of motherly love she had in her eyes. Maybe it was the way my voice and eyes and mood changed when I was talking to her and the way that I did not hesitate to have physical touch with her.

I talk to Anya like she is my mother. Because she really is. She was there on my first period, she cut my hair when I needed it, she taught me everything I needed to know feminine wise. We even talk about boys sometimes- well, I do. I'd rather not hear about her and Mikael.

My biological mother, however, held tears in her eyes and a sorrow look upon her face, and I sort of felt..bad? She just heard her own daughter, that she hasn't seen in years call somebody else mom. But as I remember what just happened just a few moments ago and the avoidance my mother has put towards me the past week all feelings of pity and sadness were wiped away.

"Yes dear. He is okay. He is out now, he misses you. Said he's gonna visit soon." Anya spoke in a soft voice, swiftly kissing my forehead. I smiled at her and pulled away, looking around the now disheveled and messy living room.

I walked up to Andrei and Alexei and Maxim, avoiding my biological brothers who were telling me to get away from them. The three of them were looking quite guilty. When they saw me approaching they averted their gaze and suddenly found random things on the walls and floor interesting.

"You absolute idiots." I snarled at them.

"Huh? Oh hello dear favorite sibling of all time whom I love very very much!! How are you doing on this fine day ?" Alexei said cheerfully, clapping his hands together as if he just spotted me.

"Oh no, you aren't getting out of this one. What did I tell you to do if my biologicals contacted you idiots?"

"To tell you and say no to the bios." The three of them muttered in unison.

"And what did you do when they did contact you?"

"We didn't tell you and we said yes to meeting them.." They mumbled once again in unison.

"Exactly. So my dear brothers, so your asses better apologize right now or Я возьму эти кроличьи тапочки и засуну их тебе в задницу так глубоко, что через неделю ты все еще будешь блевать кроличьими ушками." I said in a serious tone, pointing to the bunny slippers on my feet.

(im going to take these bunny slippers and shove them so far up your ass that in a week from now you will still be throwing up the bunny ears.)

They all nodded their heads frantically and threw apologies my way.

I took one more look at the people who raised me, who now all except Anya had bruises forming on their faces and blood oozing out cuts on their faces and fists before turning to my biologicals.

My biologicals all had cuts and bruises except for bio mom. Oh, and Valentino, who had not partook in the entire thing. He was standing next to the stairs, watching everything go down with an angry look. When he saw me come down the stairs earlier, he gave me a slight nod which I returned.

I appreciated my twin not taking part in the whole thing. I wasn't angry at him. I really considered Valentino my family. He has not done anything wrong ever since I came here. He took my side in everything and understood where I was coming from.

"And as for you lot.. I don't even know what to say. I'm not angry at Valentino, he did nothing- unlike you. I cant believe you'd just - " I sighed, shaking my head. "Fuck. I cant even talk to you right now or even look at you all. I'm going to go blow off some steam. Don't send a guard after me or so help me god. If you aren't Valentino, Maxim, Andrei, or Alexei- don't follow me. Don't even try finding me. Got it?" I seethed.

Mikael and Anya did not look worried and nodded subtly at me. I have a bracelet that has V.V. Engraved in it, standing for Verity Volkov. Yes, I took their last name long ago. Not legally, but I introduce myself with it.

In the middle of the bracelet is a diamond. Not too small, not too big. Just perfect. Inside the diamond is a tracked chip. If I press on the diamond, it sends a S.O.S. To Mikael and his sons along with my location, and also alerts his closest soldiers that will immediately come to the location.

I have the same with a ring. The ring is a snake that slithers on my finger , with the eyes being diamonds. Me, Maxim, Andrei, and Alexei all have the same jewelry with the same purposes- our own initials carved upon each one.

My biologicals tried to stop me as I stormed out the front door. I looked at the time- 8:45. I threatened the guards to open the door, who looked rather scared.

Of course, I wasn't really going to cut their dicks off and shove it down their throats if they didn't open the gates. But they thought I would with the serious look on my face.

I ran up to a car a few blocks over- a hellcat to be exact. I opened the door to see my best friend Derek, who nodded at me. We made our way to David's Fighting Ring and met Miya there.

We entered the large club and went down the secret stairs to the underground fighting area. Where the fighters in all of Italy fight.

On the way here, I filled Derek in on everything that happened. He then told Miya before we stepped in.

I looked around at the people warming up and fighting whilst others are watching or betting and cheering on for their favorite fighters.

A feeling of glee came upon me, as I remembered the feeling of adrenaline and happiness I get whenever I fight and win.

Finally; I can blow off some fucking steam. Punching bags aren't enough. I need something that will hit back. Someone.

Especially after tonight's events.

I observed the room one more time and my breath hitched in my throat as I saw a certain pair of grey eyes looking right at me. Thank fucking god I had my mask on.

But what the hell was storm eyes doing here?.. __________________________________ Word count: 1440

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