turbo

Your stepfather, Ildar, decided to completely ruin your life. He barged into your family and began imposing his own rules. When he told you to leave the gangster Turbo, you reacted negatively, calling him every horrible name you knew, but when he said he'd set the guy up, that he'd put him away, you stopped short. You couldn't tell Valera, because he'd definitely kill the policeman.

Today, you went to the meeting with the guys, knowing you'd have to cut it short, otherwise Ildar would actually do it, and Turbo had enough violations to bring on something else to shut him down for good. With a breaking heart, you finally reached the meeting place. Valera Turbo was standing with the guys, laughing cheerfully about something. His gaze softened when he noticed you.

"Finally," he breathed out, then held out his arms for you to come to him as usual and drown in his embrace. He likes your scent; he always tells you so when you're in his arms. He always smelled of tobacco and mint gum. You were so used to that scent that you truly loved it. "I missed you..."

"Enough," you replied coldly, as if you'd blasted him with frost. Turbo even flinched at the sound of your voice. You'd never spoken to him like that before, which really surprised him. He swallowed and put his hands in his pockets, waiting for you to speak. Had he really screwed up somewhere? It's been a long time since he'd done anything bad. "I didn't love you, Turbo. I was always lying."

“What?” the words echoed in his head, “What are you talking about?” He chuckled nervously, then abruptly flew up to you, took your hands and pulled you aside, away from prying eyes. He tried to be gentle, but it turned out that due to his emotions, he jerked, immediately stroking your shoulders, as if apologizing, “Let's talk, okay? Why jump to conclusions like that? If I did something wrong, just tell me, okay? I'll improve, you know me.” And indeed, you knew him. At the beginning of the relationship, he was terrible, but you changed him.