Page 16 of Koroleva

"So, introduce me to your mother. Didn't you say they were the same?" I joked, raising the bottle.

"My father would chop you up if you dared to touch either of them. And I would throw your remains to the pigs so they wouldn't find a trace."

"Uuuh, how creative! How old is she?"

"My mother?"

"No, your sister."

"She just turned seventeen."

"Ummm... That means that in a year..."

"In a year, nothing. If you mess with my sister, it would be like messing with me."

"Does she also have a black and hairy asshole?" I laughed provocatively.

"I'm not going to talk to you about my sister's ass."

"Brilliant. Some things are better left unthought of," I muttered inwardly, feeling annoyed.

"Nikita lives in Saint Petersburg and she has no intention of coming to Spain to meet you."

"She's doing well, because if she looked at me the same way you do when you think I don't see you, I'll tell you that by eighteen I'd have her moaning in my bed," I replied jokingly.

"I'm not looking at you at all!" He exclaimed, offended. "And if you ever put one of your dirty fingers on her, the next day she'd be dragging you to the altar by the balls."

Yuri crumpled up a napkin and threw it at my face.

What irony. Who would have thought that that phrase would become a reality? That the night before, I was with her dear sister in the bar's warehouse, and today, I was going to marry her.

The only difference between his prophecy and reality was that it wasn't my friend pulling my balls, but my father.

8

Mrs. Capuleto

I Stopped hearing everything around me.

I didn't want to hear a damn word of that sermon. I didn't want to because I was furious. When I discovered Capuleto's deceit, I wanted to scream, but I am to blame. One of the things I learned early on in this world is: know your enemy. I failed to do so and made a rookie mistake.

Fool! The first thing I should have done was to investigate the enemy better than I know myself, from what time he wakes up, what makes him constipated, or when he goes out for a run.

I did my homework poorly, and now I was paying the price.

My mother was sitting in the front row, next to Massimo, on one of those chairs adorned with flowers and ribbons reserved for family and close friends.

The rest of the guests were seated on the stone tiers of the amphitheater.

I stopped listening to everything around me. I didn't want to hear a damn word of that sermon. I didn't want to because I was furious. When I discovered Capulleto's deceit, I wanted to scream, but I am to blame. One of the things I learned early on in this world is: know your enemy. I failed to do so and made a rookie mistake.

My sisters occupied a crucial spot. They were to my left, where four seats had been arranged for the witnesses. They were in the front, and two men dressed in black sat behind them.

I recognized one of them; he was the one who knocked on the door last night. He continued to look at me suspiciously, who could he be? A cousin of R? His right-hand man maybe? I would find out. I was going to get Andrey working on all the details I had overlooked because of Mentium.

Irisha kept wagging her eyebrows, making eyes, and nodding towards my future husband, indicating her approval. How basic she was! She saw a pretty face and thought he was right for me; if she knew that bastard was our brother's killer, it would be a different story.

Sarka was distracted, scanning the faces of those gathered with curiosity. She had never attended such a large event that wasn't a concert.

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