The Bratty Heiress

You’d think that Megan might get tired of me right? Well, that too made me confused. See, I’m very loveable after all. Or maybe because she just finds me bearable? meh…

But yeah… Megan continues being my rock throughout the years. We had just finished our finals when on one particular night I asked her to accompany me to my favorite nightclub Player. 

She had always been a little socially awkward, and I do love her too much to have a good time without her. We were done with our finals, but she keeps on studying, while I kept on telling her to have fun.

“Olga, you should really hang with other trust fund kids…” that was what she would say every time I hit her nerve, just because she wanted to study.

“No! I want you! Don’t you get it Megs, you’re my rock.” I hugged her tightly until she finally laughs, and tumble down to the bed with me. 

“Oh, Megan… you study too fucking much. Let’s play!” I slumped myself on her bed, flipping through some fashion magazine.

“Olga, I’m here on a scholarship. I need to maintain my grades, and make sure that I can get into the top internship program. It’s still Monday Olga… we just play last Saturday.” She scolded me, for being out too many times.

“Okay then, I’m going alone. At least there’s no one that’s going to lecture me there.” I pouted at her, knowing for sure that she would not let me go out on my own. 

Strangely trouble always comes, whenever I was out on my own. Hmm… I wonder why? 

“Wait, you’re going alone? where are your guards?” She was questioning me, and actually worry that something might happen to me.

Awww… so sweet! 

Luka went missing last year, not knowing where and I couldn’t care less. I was just glad that the pervert smartass was no longer watching me. Roman and Demyan, and sometimes Ivan would be on standby across the hall. But today Nikolai called me, stating specifically not to go anywhere that night. 

And being the good little sister that I am, obviously, I would be going out! I was giddy, knowing that I won’t have my guards with me. I’d just go to Player, it’s safe there. I know Shane the club owner personally, and Jack the bartender would watch my back for sure. 

“Guards? who need guards? when I have you… my trustee sidekick.” I grinned at Megan and start opening her drawers, picking out her outfit. I know already that she would bend to my wishes.

Every time.

She sighed and finally shut down her laptop. I was doing my victory dance on the inside. 

“Okay, but just for a couple of hours, then we’re done okay?” She mumbled her words. 

One hour later, after a grueling outfit choosing and intensive makeup session for Megan, we finally head out for the door. Nikolai was right, my guards were not present. I could see Megan shrugged, she probably gave up and hope for the best. I mean… what could go wrong? It would only be for a couple of hours anyway. Right?!

Hmmm…

“You know you’re sexy as hell if you would only dress and put on your make up appropriately. You should stick with me Megan dear, we’ll make a deadly combo….” I was babbling on and on until we arrived at Players.

Then I was heading directly to the bar, and greet Jack. This club had always been my playground. I was moving around smoothly and finally parked my ass at our usual seat by the bar. 

“Jack! start our girl Megan with something strong yeah? she needs to loosen up, she studies too damn much.” He laughed at me then gives a sexy wink and pour each of us a glass of a vodka mix. 

Moments later a tall, dark, and handsome guy was chatting up to me. He was liking that I keep on laughing at his jokes and drinking my shots. He probably thinks that I would collapse at any moment, maybe Megan was right. Maybe I should really slow down on the drinking since I was definitely still sober. 

Don’t know if it was the Russian blood in me, or maybe I have a high tolerance for alcohol, caused by too much partying. 

Megan was still her awkward self, as she tries to pull her dress down several times already. My poor poor child… She really needs to understand how sexy she is, how she made that dress fit her like a glove.  

“Olga, I’m going to the ladies, you stay here okay? I’ll be back in five minutes yeah?” Megan whispered as she passes by me. 

“I’m good Megs, not going anywhere…” I said to her while trailing my hands up to the tall guy’s shirt, he was smirking at me looking satisfied with himself. 

I think he was drunk when he pushed me to the corner with too much force, which was a bit too rough for my liking. My head was looking for Jack, Crap! This is not freaking happening to me! 

“Dude, I think you’re drunk. Why don’t we step back a little yeah?” I was grasping for Jack’s attention, but deep down I know that I was in trouble. 

Damn it, I could already imagine Nikolai would lecture me over and over again when he finds out about this.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 

I could see that Jack was getting out of the bar trying to reach me, while I was pushing the guy back, but he was too damn strong. And that was when Megan came to my rescue with a bottle.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

She hit the guy on the head, he was so drunk that he collapsed to the floor instantly. I was speechless then quickly hug Megan, suffocating her with my gratitude.

Her hand was still holding on to the bottle. Then out of nowhere, my guards arrived. Oh, fuck! Busted! 

Jack ushered us to sit on one of the VIP lounges, while Ivan and Demyan take care of the drunk guy and hauled him out of our sight. 

Jack was tending to Megan’s wound, which cut deep into her palm from the broken bottle. She didn’t seem to realize that she had cut herself until Jack takes out the large bottle piece from her palm, then she cursed loudly. But then all were quiet when my entourage finally arrived at our table.

Oh Shit! 

“Olga, what the hell happen?” Max was by my side in seconds, then Nikolai was on my other side looking furious at me. Then they all looked at Megan, and her injured palm.

Max quickly took her hand in his, and told Ivan to get his pack from the car, and told Jack to basically get lost. He was gone in seconds. Damn… I’m in deep shit!

Trying to stall their anger, I told them about Megan’s heroic attempt in saving me. While Max expertly tended to Megan’s wound, and start stitching her palm after spraying her hand with what looks like a numbing agent.

From that faithful night, Megan had become a permanent member of our family. This was how we take care of each other. Her future success was paved smoothly by our mafia family.