Olivia Sparks - Volume 1 Chapter 134 Plea Bargain

By the threshold, Vasiliev and Sui security detail were on a stand-off, their guns aimed at each other, ready to fire shots if needed.

The line of security was so thick, only Nikolai, Olivia, and Konstantin could see the joke that was unfolding inside the master bedroom.

Olivia c.o.c.ked her head to where Natalia was tied down, taking pleasure how Nikolai, the King of Vuono, almost exploded in anger at the sight of his sister struggling on her restraints in her black catwoman suit.

Seated near the bed was Natalia, her hands looped and tied at the back of the chair with Maxen’s bowtie. Her feet were busy kicking up in the air, as if it would help loosen her restraints.

She glanced towards the hallway that led to the door and her eyes skipped where Konstantin was standing, targeting Nikolai’s inferno stare. She knew Konstantin would not help her, not in the presence of other people because that brother of hers had a knack of pretending to be a righteous man when everyone knew he ruled the underworld in Vuono.

So when her eyes reached Nikolai’s, she pulled her most pitiful look to date, and the faucet in her eyes disengaged, streaming salty tears from the corner of her lids, down to her cheeks as she silently pleaded her brother to come and rescue her from her predicament.

Buzz… Buzz… Buzz…

The sound of an electric shaver came to life along with Natalia’s piercing shrieks.

“Maxen what are you doing?!” Natalia cried, her shoulders shaking in terror. “Stop, please.” She felt her head lighter, if it’s out of shock or because of lesser hair, she didn’t know.

“But I made a promise to Olivia that if you pull something crazy, she could shave your hair.” Maxen forced a smile, walking towards MIB1 and taking the golden shaver from his bodyguard.

However, just as he was about to hand it over to Olivia, Maxen dropped the shaver on the floor and it danced to the beat of its vibrations when his ears started ringing.

“Max, are you okay?” Olivia cupped his arms, examining his face. He was squinting his eyes and clutching the side of his.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just a bad fall earlier.” He reassured her, “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“It was an accident. I swear. I didn’t mean to hurt him.” Natalia wailed in her seat, her tears sliding on the leather costume down to the carpet, soaking in it up. “When he opened the door I jumped on him and he fell backwards in the ba”

PAK!

Everyone froze everyone in their tracks at how quick Olivia slapped Natalia, the latter’s face tilted to the side, wearing Olivia’s handprint.

Fixing her jaw, Natalia looked up, her eyes burned with a promise of retaliation when her face flung to the other side, receiving another slap from Olivia.

“You bi”

PAK!

Natalia’s speech was interrupted when she received another ear-ringing slap.

“Baby, that’s enough. You’ll hurt yourself. Maxen squeezed her waist, momentarily calming her down.

But those who knew her had an idea that she was far from done because from their vantage point, Olivia was shaking with anger.

Walking towards Nikolai, her hands slithered in his suit jacket, dipping into the inside pocket. She scoffed when she found what she was looking for.

“Old habits die hard, Your Majesty?” she sneered in derision, a corner of her lip tugging up in a lopsided grin. A sting on her wrist made her eyes dart away from Nikolai’s orbs to where his viselike grip was.

It was painful, yes. But she didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her discomfort nor did she wince in pain. “Want another scar on your face, Nikolai?” she asked, a slow satisfied smile curved her lips when Nikolai’s hand loosened.

Jerking her hand away from his grasp, she walked back to where Natalia was, stopping by Maxen who was leaning on the edge of a table, his long legs stretched on an incline to steady himself.

For a brief second, their eyes connected and they saw each other’s emotions swirled in the pools of their eyes, exchanging unspoken words through small, understanding smiles.

Behind them, Nikolai yawned, stealing their attention. “Make it fast. I’m tired, and I’m done with this drama.” Nikolai dipped his hands on either of his pants pockets. Glancing at the weeping mess Natalia, a cold shiver ran down her spine as he uttered the words that she was not expecting to hear, “You did that to yourself. Deal with it.”

“Nikolaaai! What are you saying? Konstantin. Get me out of this.” She yanked her limbs as her pleas fell on deaf ears.

“Tch.” Olivia took menacing steps towards Natalia, her lithe frame cast a heavy shadow, darker than the leather suit that Natalia was wearing. “See this little pill?” she tipped her head, raising a tiny white pill against the light.

Natalia scanned the room, her eyes skipping from Nikolai, to Konstantin, and finally to Maxen. She saw his hand ball into a fist, his knuckles turning white at the sight of it. Unperturbed, she jutted her chin, challenging Olivia. “So what if I knew it? Everyone in this room does.”

“Good then. Just so you know, I won’t use it on you because I want to hear you cry while this shaver touches your skin.”

Natalia huffed, shaking her head. If Olivia thought she’d buy her taunting, well, she was wrong. “Go on. Keep bluffing. Everyone knows how you’re good with that anyway.”

“Oh, I am not bluffing. And do you know what? Nikolai will even help me hold you down, right, Nikolai?”

Everyone’s head snapped towards Nikolai who grunted as he took hurried steps to Natalia, his big hands held her in place. He shrugged when Nataliaa sent a piercing stare at him, accusing him of colluding with the enemy.

In front of Natalia, Olivia held her palm up, and in an instant, MIB1 dove, picking up the shaver on the floor.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Natalia’s stomach twisted and churned in a greasy way, she wanted to throw up on the spot.

“You see that?” Olivia trailed off, patting Nikolai’s face. “The King of Vuono is my bitch.”

She inched the shaver closer to Natalia’s head, breathing in the whimper that escaped the latter’s lips as her eyes popped out of its sockets in terror. But Olivia’s not done playing with her yet, so she pulled it away, turning it off just to turn it back on a second later.

“Your father couldn’t take a no. Your brother couldn’t take no. Of course, the princess doesn’t take a no too.”

Gritting his teeth, Nikolai’s clamped hand on Natalia tightened at the mention of their late father. “What’s all the talk, Olivia? Just shave her f.u.c.k.i.n.g hair.”

“Nikolai, did I tell you to speak?” Olivia tipped her head to the side.

“No. But you don’t have to smear our father’s name in her eyes. Just. You have my word. Okay? Shave her hair, I’ll fly her out as soon as possible, and she will never set foot in Nisia again.”

Natalia’s eyes watered, and her lips curled down. She never saw her brother strike a plea bargain in his entire life.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Olivia c.o.c.ked an eyebrow towards NIkolai. “Do you see that scar on your brother’s face? I did that to him. I slashed his face when he crawled on top of me one night. He likes drugging girls, you see, and unfortunately for him, he drugged the wrong girl because I love hiding weapons under my pillow. For protection’s sake. I’m a girl after all, and girls needed to protect themselves from monsters all the time.

“What do you know, Olivia?” she seethed, but she quickly turned away when Olivia turned the shaver back on.

“Oh, I know a lot of things. Because unlike you who ran after boys, I spent my time investing in myself, learning as much information as I can. Everyone likes pretty girls, right, Nikolai?”

She smirked when Nikolai refused to answer her question. Your dad likes girls too. So when Nikolai came back to my flat after I slashed his face, I showed him everything that I had hidden in my little Pandora’s box. You should have seen his face. It was a sight to behold.”

“You are lying! You are a lying bitch!”

“Say all you want to say. I have the evidence. I can send you a copy if you want.”

“That’s enough, Olivia.” Nikolai straightened his spine. He could see right through Olivia’s head. She’d done it to him before. She didn’t like using force because physically she’s weak, so she used what she’s best at doingpsychological warfare. She’d break down your morale, burning it into ashes, the way her father stomped on hers a million of times.

So he took the electric shaver from her hands, gripping it tight, doing the dirty deed for her for the second time.

“Bald?” he asked, blowing air out of his nose.

“What? Who said I’ll shave her hair?” She ran her fingers in Natalia’s eyebrow, her cold fingers froze the latter in her seat. “Oh, and just shave one. I want her to shave the other for me on her flight home.”

With that Nikolai shaved a single eyebrow from Natalia. Olivia smiled at the melody of her cries which served as her red carpet out of the room.