Chapter 6: Chapter 6

Author's POV

Everyone was alert, all hands were few inches away from guns under the table.

Guards were standing by the walls in small meeting room.

"Your claim is the weakest here..."

The king, Igor said who is in his late sixties.

For some reason he hates Vladimir and doesn't want him to succeed his throne.

Vladimir looked at him calmly not reflecting any emotions.

"He is the oldest among them"

Dimitrov, Vladimir's father who is also kings stepbrother defended his son's claim.

"And illegitimate too"

King said.

"Will those families on high table  accept him?... They want pure blood."

Dimitrov clenched his jaw angrily.

"You were illegitimate too..."

"You know what I had to do to get it..."

King spat.

"Unfortunately... Our king has only one daughter and she is married to me so according to the law I am rightful heir to the throne."

Sentos, The husband of king's daughter said.

"As his daughter, I claim the throne."

Liliana, King's daughter said.

"I am the Rightful heir to the throne... I have pure blood, I am not a bastard and..."

Ivan looked at liliana.

"I am the man which is what High families want... They don't want someone who linger behind his wife like a puppy for the power."

He is younger brother of Vladimir but he is fighting for the throne with all his power.

"And your own father doesn't support you."

Liliana mocked.

"Enough! All of you."

King roared.

"I was true heir too but you snatched it from me... I won't let you do the same to my son..."

Dimitrov growled.

"Vladimir is the best for the throne... You know his capabilities. He is the strongest among you all."

"You are blind in love for you son, Dimitrov."

King let out a mocking chuckle.

"People will never accept him as a king... It will destroy everything... And Italians are waiting for that..."

Vladimir was calmly listening to him but his every word was recorded in his mind. Every insult, all the humiliation, he wasn't going to forget that.

"You think you are successful king?"

Vladimir asked and King glared at him.

"Watch your tone, boy"

He spat.

"You controlled people by warming their pockets, you were scared of war so you did some useless treaties with our enemies from which we didn't get benefits at all... Last year Americans entered in our city, destroyed and killed one of our High family and you couldn't do shit because you were scared of that one fucking female bodyguard..."

Vladimir accused.

"I don't see any growth of Russian mafia... You have failed as a king and you are challenging my capabilities... You are scared of me, Igor... Accept it."

King started laughing.

"This is the difference between you and me, The King!... War is not everything, you have to play politics... In my reign people haven't seen even one war... People want peace and security..."

"If they want peace and security then they shouldn't be members of mafia..."

Vladimir countered.

"Show me growth... Show me victory... Show me what you did for us except peace... We are way behind than Italians, you limit our business by those fucking treaties... And compared to last few kings you are the most unsuccessful..."

"You are challenging me?"

King growled angrily.

"I haven't yet..."

Vladimir glared at him.

"If I do, you won't be able to stand in front of me with head high... Trust me you won't understand my politics, it's not basic like yours..."

Igor clenched his jaw.

"I will make sure you don't even see the throne again... Sitting on it is the another thing..."

Vladimir stood up from his chair making everyone alert. They wasn't ready to accept but they all know that he is the craziest person in the room.

"I would love to see you bowing to me when I sit on the throne..."

Vladimir challenged.

He turned around and left the room. His father, Dimitrov followed him out of the building.

"He wants to make his son in law the king..."

Dimitrov said madly.

"That's what last king did and now him..."

"Don't worry Dad..."

Vladimir looked at his father.

"I will take the throne, I have promised you... All the humiliation you endured years back will be paid by them... They can't snatch the throne again..."

"You have to avange, Son... I want to destroy him... He snatched everything from me."

Dimitrov gritted.

"You are my only hope..."

"Right! He is your hope and I am the fucking disappointment..."

Ivan said mockingly.

"Right Dad?"

"You yourself know who is the best for the throne..."

Dimitrov glared at him.

"Instead of supporting your elder brother you stood against him..."

"Just like you!"

Ivan spat.

"Didn't you stood against Igor few years back? Huhh?... Just like you dad, I am just like you... You stood against your bastard stepbrother and I am standing against mine..."

"And I assure you that history will repeat itself, Ivan... Bastard will ascend the throne again!"

Vladimir challenged.

"All the best!"

Ivan smirked arrogantly.

"See you soon"

He went towards his car.

"Ignore him... I have a meeting, I need to go."

Vladimir said.

"I trust you, Vlad... I know you won't disappoint me."

Dimitrov said and he nodded.

Vladimir got inside the car and headed for the meeting. He was halfway to his office on the highway.

"Road is surprisingly empty today, Sir."

His bodyguard said.

Vlad looked up from his phone and looked at the empty road suspiciously. This side is never deserted.

"Karl, turn back..."

Vlad said sensing the trouble.

"But sir__"

His bodyguard noticed two big tankers coming from the both sides towards them in full speed. There car was between their way.

"Jump!"

He screamed.

Vlad opened the car door and jumped out of it second before two tankers crushed his car in between.

He was battered in his own blood. Whole body scratched and wrist twisted painfully. His head was bleeding after colliding his head with the concrete wall. He was loosing blood.

"Sir!"

He heard his bodyguard who wasn't injured as much Vlad was.

Vlad was drifting in and out of the blackness. He closed his eyes and when opened again he was on the stretcher, few people where taking him to the emergency room.

His whole body was numb, he could only hear Whispers.

"Don't close your eyes!"

His eyes darted towards the source of angelic voice. Her brown eyes were looking at him with concern.

"Keep your eyes open..."

She said with so much care that it almost melted his heart. There was so much gentleness in her voice.

"You are fine!"

She grabbed his numb hand and placed gently beside him.

Vlad kept his eyes open just for the angel. Her voice literally bring him back to the life.

He was angry when he couldn't see her after the surgery so he demanded her as a Doctor. In his messed up life she looked like a ray of hope.

When he saw her for the first time after sobering up, he was mesmerized by her. Her voice, her smile, her positive attitude and the way she touched him while treating.

He decided to make her his but then saw the ring on her finger.