God of Crime: Strongest Mafia Boss
Chapter 361 CH 346: YOUR RIBS HURT



[Beverly Hills — Natasha's Mansion]

Sitting on a sofa in her living room, with her legs crossed and holding a book in her hand, Natasha was bathing in the sunlight that ushered through her balcony, her hair shining in the golden luster of the burning sunlight.

The sun had already gone high up in the sky and the day had started for many, all of them on their way to their individual works.

Standing behind the sofa Natasha sat on, a mature woman wearing a black suit with a pair of tight pants could only direct a bitter smile toward Natasha.

Sniff~

Natasha's smile trembled ever so slightly and she averted her eyes while acting as if she had heard nothing and that the earlier sound of someone sobbing had just been an illusion.

"Sister~~ I am sorry."

"Hehh…"

Natasha simply sneered at the pitiful tone of the girl's voice and turned the page of her book.

"Stay like this for two more hours then we will start our combat training."

"Ugh…"

A cute groan leaked from the girl that was speaking to Natasha but she simply ignored her groans and pitiful moans and focused her mind on reading the book at hand.

In the end, the one who couldn't wait anymore was the servant standing behind Natasha and witnessing this pitiful scene.

"Please. The young lady is…"

"Stop. Don't try to plead in her favor. Fedora messed up this time and she needs to understand that she indeed messed up. Big time…"

"But…"

Natasha sighed and closed her book before directing a look filled with annoyance toward the servant, startling her, "It's because you guys pamper her so much that she commits stupid mistakes like this. I won't have it anymore…"

Her eyes became cold and unfeeling as she uttered those words with a distinct in her voice, "I want you to answer me as a fighter and a wolf of the pack. What do you think of Fedora's orders?"

"Ah…."

The woman struggled a bit at her words but in the end, she could not hide the truth from leaking out of her mouth. No matter how heavy they may be.

"They were thoughtless and could've spelled disaster for her in a drastic scenario."

Fedora, who had been kneeling with her arms held high all night, showed an indignant and hurt expression at her words but Natasha didn't care for her little sister's feelings.

"Your servant is still trying to manage your feelings so let me be honest. What you did was no different from sending your subordinate to their death."

"Sister?"

Natasha growled and immediately the temperature instantly dropped by several degrees as a chill permeated the air, causing Fedora to close her mouth shut and not dare to open it back until her sister allowed her to.

"Listen here you little shit…"

Her words were harsh, especially so when it was delivered to someone around the age range of Fedora, but still… they were necessary…

"The person you sent the wolves on a hunt on is someone that should not be underestimated in any given scenario. More than the fact that he is my dear friend or even the possibility of him becoming a potential mate of mine, it is necessary for you to understand that he is an extremely powerful fighter and a dangerous individual who could have killed or crippled the wolves— your precious underlings."

The more she spoke the more exasperated she had to be at the situation at hand.

"All wolves of the pack must be ready to fight and die for the pack. But that's all. As leaders, our role and duty is to make sure that their deaths are not useless and petty. That they die a worthy death which they could be proud of. We must make sure that their sacrifice has meaning.

"A sacrifice that should be worthwhile for the betterment of the group as a whole. But what you did jeopardizes this golden rule by pushing your individual needs above that of the group."

Natasha was truly angry right now.

If Adam had not been her friend.

If Adam hadn't been kind and reasonable due to his mild temperament.

There were so many ways this could have gone wrong.

The supernatural world was not a kind world and many people were killed for far, far less. The Association wouldn't give a shit if they were all eliminated as they were basically criminals in their eyes. Criminals that were given a lease due to their usefulness…

"All of this— simply because you wanted to do a prank?"

There was so much disbelief and disdain in her voice that Fedora couldn't help but lower her head in shame and guilt. Tears were already on the verge of falling from her eyes but she knew that this would only make the situation worse for her.

"I just wanted to know if your future boyfriend was a good guy or not."

Looking at her sister acting like this, Natasha closed her mouth.

She knew that she was just wasting her saliva on this ignorant dolt. Currently, Fedora wasn't sad because she did wrong. She was simply sad because she was getting scolded by her.

She also knew that Fedora was not evil at heart and indeed she most likely had no bad intention for doing something like this.

But— the world didn't care about what intentions you had. Only the consequences that your actions unfolded in reality.

While Fedora wasn't an Alpha, as the daughter of the Alpha and sister of the future Alpha of the pack, she naturally had a higher rank in the pack and was destined to lead her own team.

Her age was no excuse for the mistake she did.

"I will talk with Father. Your close guards will be changed. My maids will take care of your security from now on."

"Sister! You don't have the right!"

"Did I tell you to stand?"

One question…

One uttered without any anger or strength in the words…

However, that simple question was more than enough to rob Fedora of all her strength and made her kneel once again on the ground with her hands held high.

Fedora trembled and refused to raise her head. She could feel her neck was being pierced by Natasha's glare and she did not want to face those crimson eyes that were putting pressure on her heart.

Giving one last look at Fedora, Natasha stood up and started to approach her.

"I will call Adam and organize a meeting for you to apologize to him."

Fedora visibly grimaced and even closed her eyes when she felt Natasha approach her, but rather than the hit she expected, what she got was a tight hug.

"I am happy that you care for me. Thanks for trying to do what you thought was the best for me."

Natasha knew that simply giving the whip was not enough.

"I am not berating you because I enjoy it. I am doing so because I care about your safety and the well-being of the pack."

If Fedora continued like this, one day she would provoke someone who didn't care about the name of their family and would try their best to annihilate them.

Then everything would be too late to resolve.

"So, let's apologize to my friend, alright?"

Fedora nodded while biting her lips hard. Looking up, she gave a small smile with tears in the corner of her eyes.

"So, you will stop crying now?"

"Hehe. I am not crying because I am sad. I am crying because you hugged me so tight I hit your ribs— Ah…"

Fedora immediately knew that she made a mistake when she felt her sister's fist of love on her head.

"Sorry for not having a motherly chest."

"Sorry~ Sorry"

Natasha gave a strained smile as she continued to bully Fedora for some time for her transgressions.

Looking at them, the servant could only give an awkward strained laugh.

She was sad about having been relieved of her job, even if it was only temporary. After all, she really liked taking care of the youngest lady.

Though she understood that she might have cuddled her a little too much.

'Well, at least not everything is bad.'

She was happy to see that the relationship between the siblings was still as strong as ever, despite a few complicated moments.

This was the strength of the pack and only by being united could they grow stronger together.

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