My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 81 ANONYMOUS

ANONYMOUS POV

It has been years, long dreadful years of reminiscing how the son of a bitch Grant Ended something valuable to me.

Iris had woken up that morning looking more beautiful than ever, she had even tried her best with her make overs and wearing a beautiful red dress.. My darling wife knows I love her in red.

She had gently placed a white package with golden ribbons in front of me and asked me to open it.

The smile on her face had me grinning like a fool before I even loosened the ribbons. I’ve watched brightness and life drain out of my beautiful wife’s eyes slowly for the past fifteen years of our marriage so to see her smiling was a big deal.

"You have to guess before you open Paposhka" her eyes twinkled with so much mischievousness I wish I could freeze the memory for ever.

"Lyubimaya" I pushed on the affectionate name I love to call her, it means beloved and Iris is my beloved. "You’re being unfair" I tried my best to imitate the puppy eyes she gave me whenever she wanted something she knew I might not agree to.

"Open" she said more softly this time and I didn’t hesitate before I opened the package. It was a white pregnancy test lying diagonally atop ruffled gold feathers.

Right across the clear screen "positive +, pregnancy" was written there. I cleaned my face with my handkerchief, removed my glasses to be sure my sight wasn’t playing some pranks on me.

"Iris..?"

I couldn’t hold back the trembling in my voice. "Is this... is this true?" I picked the source of happiness up to meet her own eyes brimming with tears unshed as more tie Ara streamed down her face.

"Yes...yes.." her once teasing sweet voice was now shaky and low as she rushed to meet me halfway, her tears soaked my shirt while I struggled to pull myself together, but sooner I had to let the tears flow into her soft golden tresses. We deserved it.

Since that day our life blossomed for the better, we picked baby names, picked baby clothes and had a part of our large room designed for a temporary nursery room.

Our life had been perfect.

Iris had three more months to go before bringing our twins into this world. The scan said it was a boy and a girl.

My answered prayers.

We’ve been on top of the world and that same night Calloway’s call came in for a joint business expenditure, it was something temporary within weeks and being in a festive mood I didn’t investigate before giving a go ahead, he’s not a stranger to the mafia world afterall.

Days later, Grant Calloway had called again angrily asking why his side of the deal was yet to be delivered and when I reached out to the man in charge, he was unreachable. I had my men track him down and they discovered he snuck off with all the shipments due that month.

I planned to settle Calloway personally because things like this are a bad name for the Russian mafia and I wouldn’t want an American prick to dishonor my legacy.

But then around that time Calloway’s wife, Bianca went missing around the same time the shipment was stolen and someone somehow put it in Grant’s empty head that I kidnapped his wife just so I can use it as leverage to not release the shipment.

Me?

Kidnap another man’s woman because of a shipment, a shipment that wasn’t up to a drop of water in my ocean of large investments. Even Iris’ part of the family was worth more than Calloway’s generation put together.

But without doing his research unfortunately, he believed the rumor and decided to have his revenge using what I value most in the world.

I came home from a brief trip and was expecting my wife to come to welcome me with her round tummy and soft kisses only to meet an empty home.

Later her guard would inform me she insisted on going out alone for a brief walk in the park not far away from our house and that was the last time anyone saw my Iris alive.

Calloway didn’t bother to negotiate or make sense of the situation.

He took matters into his own hands and sent my wife’s body butchered in a package he had delivered to my front step right when I was losing my mind.

My wife’s dog, Rosa, had been barking restlessly for days, definitely looking for my wife and once the package came in she started whimpering, which was what prompted me to open the package only to be met with my wife’s severed head staring lifelessly at me.

My future

My heartbeat

My past

My presence and my world butchered in a container.

I wailed like I’ve never done before, I cried like I never imagined anyone could ever do.

"Irisssssss" that was the last word I said before I woke up from coma six months later according to my men.

I was in a coma for six months but somehow someone already leaked it that I died in a coma and the whole world believed I’m dead.

But in their defense I’m dead, since Iris died with our babies in her, my life had died alongside her.

I’ve never felt alive and the only thing keeping me in this world was the idea of revenge.

After I woke from the coma, my men informed me that Bianca Calloway was found in a far away continent later with my man that disappeared with the shipment. They had run off to start another life having planned the heist together.

Grant Calloway had killed my wife and children all for nothing.

I’ve waited for a day like this when I would find him genuinely obsessed and in love with someone just so I can have my revenge and die in peace.

I know the Fucker hates his now ex wife and his daughter didn’t seem to move him as much as I expected when I had my men crash their car. I expected him to be broken and distraught but the idiot didn’t even budge from the hotel till a few hours later.

I’ve been tracking his daughter, Lena, for years but the Buffy guard Jay seems to always be in her shadow. The trip to Texas was the first time she would be without her shadow but I didn’t get the reaction I was expecting.

But, I saw the way he looked at that girl. I’ve been observing their cat and rat relationship for months. I’ve gone to her godmother’s house to do my research and I’ve invested my time and energy into that.

Then I brought in the Luca twist but Vitellio was a pussy whipped bitch, his fiancée could control him better so I had to resort to this version of me and I don’t regret it.

I lifted the whip in my hand and slashed it on her naked thigh, the muffled screams and teary eyes still didn’t fill in the vacant ache in my chest.

I raised the whip again...