Phones buzzed around the classroom after recess.
Daisy felt the atmosphere shift as students whispered and pointed at her.
She discreetly checked her phone and saw that Emily had sent a message to the class group chat.
"Want more proof Zakhrov is a Russian mobster? Check out Daisy Eddington. The poor thing has been forced to get a boob-job and liposuction to please her Russian overlord. #RussianMob #ZakhrovIsAMobster" read the message.
Daisy's heart sank as she read the message, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
She looked up to see several students staring at her, some with pity, others with disdain.
Her phone buzzed again, and she saw the group chat blowing up with messages.
"For real? That's so sad! Poor Daisy!" read one message.
"That's crazy? She got tatted up as well?" read another.
"I haven't gotten surgery!" she furiously typed back, but her message was drowned out by the flood of replies.
"You've got to say that because he's got a gun to your head, right?" read one message.
"Hey Zakhrov! Leave that poor girl alone!" read another.
"No use pinging him here! He's not even in the group chat!" came another message.
"Yeah, he's too busy counting his dirty money!" read another.
"Guys, stop it! I'm fine! Aaron is not a mobster! I just got a new uniform!" Daisy typed desperately, but nobody bothered to reply.
"All right! Phones away! Class is starting!" barked the teacher, putting an end to the chatter.
A group of boys surrounded Aaron and Daisy once the end-of-day bell rang.
"Hey Zakhrov! You may be a mobster, but you ain't gettin' away with cuttin' up Daisy!" snarled one of the boys.
Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Have any of you gentlemen had any surgery?" he asked.
"No, but you're about to need some!" growled another boy, cracking his knuckles.
"Hey, Douglas, how long were you out after you got your wrist broken in Lacrosse practice?" asked Aaron.
Douglas, the first boy, looked confused. "Couple of weeks, why?" he asked.
"So a broken wrist needed a couple of weeks to heal, but plastic surgery is supposed to heal in less than a day?" asked Aaron.
"That's enough! Aaron didn't do anything! I just got a new uniform!" shouted Daisy, stepping in front of Aaron.
"That's exactly what happened. Now beat it, all of you!" snarled Father Abel, who had entered the classroom in time to hear Daisy's protest.
"Hey Teach! You've been coverin' Zakhrov's ass all semester! You a wise guy?" asked Douglas, puffing himself up.
"Definitely wiser than you'll ever be, Douglas! Now get lost, before you get pulled up for threatening a kid half your size!" Father Abel shot back.
The boys filed out, grumbling under their breath.
"You two. Come with me," growled Father Abel to Aaron and Daisy.
----
"You really are a piece of work Zakhrov! I've never had to deal with so much drama over a damn wardrobe malfunction," grumbled Father Abel, as Aaron and Daisy sat before him in his office.
"Father Abel, please! Aaron did nothing wrong!" said Daisy, tears starting to well up in her eyes.
"I know, I know. I didn't mean to cause you further distress, Daisy," said Father Abel, dropping his harsh tone.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Aaron, I know you meant well, but teenage mob mentality can't be countered with logic," he explained.
"I don't understand how they can keep up their biology GPA and not know how cosmetic surgery works," sighed Aaron.
"Not everyone has your iron-willed control over their hormonal impulses Aaron," chuckled Father Abel.
"And others just want to feel superior by bullying others," added Daisy, her voice trembling.
"Exactly. Challenging Emily was good, Daisy, but you need to keep a low profile until this blows over," said Father Abel.
"I understand, Father. I'll be careful," said Daisy, wiping her eyes.
"Good. I've contacted Ivan, he has agreed to be here early from now on to pick you up, and I've asked Javier to escort you from class to the parking lot," said Father Abel.
"Won't that cause more attention and rumors?" asked Aaron.
"Maybe, but it's better than having you two assaulted by a mob of jealous teenagers," said Father Abel.
"Thank you, Father," said Daisy, her voice steadying.
The door opened and Javier, one of the school's security guards, entered.
"Ivan's just pulled up. I'll escort you two to the parking lot," he said, nodding to Father Abel.
----
"I wonder if we should lean into these rumors instead of trying to fight them," observed Aaron, as Ivan drove him and Daisy home.
"What are you talking about?" asked Daisy.
"The zero tolerance policy of St. Ignatius Academy only extends to its campus. If other students stop believing the rumors, it could lead to assaults and harassment outside of campus because they have nothing to fear from a physically smaller and weaker 13-year-old whose parents are teachers. On the other hand, the implication that I am a child of a Russian mob boss who can order a hit on them and their families will cause even the most thick-skulled thug to reconsider assaulting us," explained Aaron.
"Ooh so, we pretend that you are a ruthless gangster, and I am the helpless gun moll?" giggled Daisy.
"Why not? I like the idea of arranging a tragic accident for Ms. Emily Clarke," said Aaron trying to imitate the accent and demeanor of a Russian criminal.
"You're good" whispered Daisy.
"I don't like having the reputation of a Russian mob boss, but I see your point. It did offer some degree of protection for me when I was in school," said Ivan wondering how his own father, who was an immigrant construction worker, felt when he decided to play that stereotype in school to protect himself from being bullied.
"Dad, I would like to get marksmanship training during our winter break. A Russian mob boss needs to know his way around a gun," said Aaron.
"Guns and pretending to be a mob boss are not going to solve our problems Aaron," said Ivan, as they pulled into the driveway.
"I understand, but I would still like to learn to exercise my right to bear and use arms. And maybe we should add either MMA or boxing for unarmed preparedness," said Aaron.
"I would like to learn as well Mr. Zakhrov. At least to be aware of the actual power a gun possesses instead of what they show in movies. And yeah, I'm sick of being weak. I want to get strong," said Daisy.
"All right. But only how to handle and use a gun. There will be no firearms in my house," said Ivan sternly.
----
"Daisy! Where are you?" called Emily, wandering through the servant's quarters of the Clarke estate.
"Something the matter, mistress Emily?" asked Michael Eddington, Daisy's father.
"Where is that dumb bimbo? I need her to do my chores!" snapped Emily.
"She is at young master Aaron's house for the winter break," said Michael, with a calculated smugness, and a tinge of relief that Daisy was safely away from the Clarke estate.
Emily's face flushed with anger. "What? I told that dumb bitch to never see that trash again!" she shouted.
"She is my daughter, mistress Emily. I won't have you calling her names like that," said Michael firmly.
Emily's face flushed with rage.
"Did you just backtalk me you limey butler?" she shrieked.
She whipped out her phone and dialed her mother's number. "Mom, your butler here just insulted and cornered me! Help me!" she screamed into the phone.
Color drained from Michael's face, as he realized that his smugness had gone too far.
He slowly backed away from Emily, who was now hitting herself to induce tears.
"What's going on here?" demanded Sarah Clarke, entering the servant's quarters.
"Mommy! Michael insulted me and cornered me!" wailed Emily, throwing herself into her mother's arms.
"Is that so?" said Sarah, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Michael.
"Absolutely not mistress Clarke. I was merely informing mistress Emily that Daisy is not at home!" quavered Michael.
"Are you calling my daughter a liar Eddington?" asked Sarah, pulling out a pair of brass knuckles from her pantsuit pocket.
"No, of course not mistress Clarke," said Michael, backing away from Sarah.
"Then why did you corner her and insult her?" demanded Sarah, advancing on Michael.
"This is a misunderstanding, I assure you mistress Clarke," said Michael, now the one backed into a corner.
"Michael Eddington, you made my Emily cry, and that makes me very angry.
You're lucky that I still have a soft spot for your wife." said Sarah, before she punched Michael in the stomach, sending him sprawling to the floor.
"Know your place, Eddington," said Sarah, spitting on Michael's prone form, before she turned to Emily.
"Come along Emily darling, tell mommy everything that happened," she said, leading Emily out of the servant's quarters.
----
"I see, so Daisy has been staying over at this Aaron Zakhrov's house for the winter break?" asked Sarah Clarke, sitting in her office.
"Yes, mommy, I want her back! And she's been keeping a new uniform there, the ungrateful bimbo!" whined Emily.
"The name Zakhrov sounds familiar. Where have I heard it before?" mused Sarah, tapping her fingers on the desk.
"He's the one who bullied Mamba Waziri and got her expelled! I've planted rumors at school that he's a member of the Russian mob," said Emily.
"That's right! I remember now. You've been trying to get dirt on him for me, such a good girl," said Sarah, patting Emily's head.
"Thank you mommy," said Emily, her face lighting up.
"Well, now don't worry. Mommy will take care of everything," said Sarah, pressing a button on her desk intercom.
"Send anonymous tips that one Ivan Zakhrov is involved in falsifying tax records on behalf of Russian organized crime syndicates to the IRS, and to Child Protective Services that he is holding a minor, one Daisy Eddington against her will," she spoke into the intercom, then switched the line.
"Natasha, I have a job for you. I want you to shadow one Aaron Zakhrov, a student at St. Ignatius Academy. Find out everything you can about him," she clicked off the intercom and leaned back in her chair.
"Now off you go, Emily. Mommy has work to do," she said, shooing Emily out of her office.
Once the door had closed, Sarah stood up, and pulled down her pants and panties.
"Punching that useless husband of yours has gotten me a little worked up. You know what to do, pet," she said, sitting back down in her chair.
From under her desk, a mousy blonde woman stifled a sob before she placed her head between Sarah's legs.
"Aaah! Yes! Lick me good," moaned Sarah, as Linda fought back her tears and nausea while she licked Sarah's hairy pussy.
Sarah seized Linda's head and pulled her closer. "That's it, right there! Don't stop!" she shouted.
Linda gagged as Sarah's pubic hair scraped against her face.
"Work that useless tongue of yours! Show me you appreciate your job!" screamed Sarah.
Linda's eyes watered as she struggled to keep her composure.
"Yes! Right there! I'm going to cum!" shouted Sarah, as she climaxed violently
She tossed Linda's head away and leaned back in her chair, panting.
Linda sobbed quietly, her tears mingling with Sarah's smeared fluids. She didn't dare to wipe her face or look up.
Sarah plucked some tissues from her desk and wiped herself clean.
"Get out, your sniffles are annoying me," she snapped.
Linda was about to get to her feet, when Sarah smacked her on the back of her head, making her fall back to the floor.
"Crawl out of my sight, you pathetic worm," she sneered.
Linda scrambled on all fours towards the door, her face burning with humiliation.
----
"All right, Daisy. First feel the response of the gas pedal, and listen to the engine. This car has got some serious power under the hood, so be careful," said Ivan, as he sat in the passenger seat of the BMW M5.
Daisy nodded, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. She put pressure on the gas pedal, and the BMW M5 let out a powerful rumble.
"Good, now ease off the gas, click it into drive, and slowly ease off the brake," instructed Ivan.
Daisy did as instructed, and the BMW M5 rolled forward smoothly.
"Great going! Now keep this up for one lap around the block," said Ivan, as Daisy drove slowly around the block.
"Aaron makes this look so damn easy," muttered Daisy, as she carefully navigated the car around the corners.
"Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it. Just remember to keep your eyes on the road and not on the speedometer," said Ivan, as Daisy completed her first lap.
"Now, let's try a little faster. Put your foot down a bit more, but don't floor it," said Ivan, as Daisy nodded and pressed the gas pedal a little harder.
The BMW M5 gave a satisfying growl as it picked up speed, and Daisy felt a thrill of excitement.
"That's it! Nice and steady," said Ivan, as Daisy made another lap around the block, this time a little faster.
She was about to go for a third, when the loud chirp of a police siren startled her.
"Relax, just pull over to the side of the road," said Ivan calmly.
Daisy pulled over, rolled down the window and kept her hands on the wheel, her fingers trembling as two police officers approached the car.
"Are you Daisy Eddington?" asked the policewoman, looking at Daisy through the window.
"Y-yes officer," stammered Daisy, her heart racing.
"I'm from Child Protective Services. Both of you step out of the vehicle please," said the policewoman, her voice firm.
"Is there a problem officer?" asked Ivan, stepping out of the car.
"You're Ivan Zakhrov?" asked the policewoman's partner, a big burly man with a deep rumble of a voice.
"Yes, I am. What is the problem officer?" asked Ivan again.
"We received a tip that you are holding a minor against her will, license and registration please." said the policeman, a hand on his sidearm.
"Here you go, officer," said Ivan, handing over his license and registration, along with Daisy's learner's permit, and the letter signed by Michael authorizing Ivan to take care of Daisy.
"Daisy, you can tell me if you're being held against your will," said the policewoman, her voice softening.
"No, officer. Mr. Zakhrov is my friend's father. He's just teaching me how to drive, I have permission from my parents to stay at his house over the winter break," said Daisy.
"Can you call your parents so we can verify that?" asked the policewoman.
"Yes, of course," said Daisy, pulling out her phone and dialing her father's number.
"Hello, this is Michael Eddington," said Daisy's father on the other end of the line.
"Hello Mr. Eddington, this is Officer Johnson from Child Protective Services. We have your daughter Daisy here with Mr. Zakhrov, and we need to verify that she is indeed allowed to stay with him," said the policewoman.
"Yes, she is. I signed a letter authorizing Mr. Zakhrov to take care of her during the winter break," said Michael.
"Thank you, Mr. Eddington. We'll be on our way now," said Officer Johnson, hanging up the phone.
"All right, Mr. Zakhrov, you're free to go. I don't know who you managed to piss off, so please be careful," she said, handing back Ivan's license and registration.
"Thank you, officer," said Ivan, as he and Daisy got back into the BMW M5.
His phone buzzed, and he clicked the answer call button.
"Ivan! Where the hell are you? The IRS is here, and they're tearing the place apart!" shouted Annette's panicked voice through the phone.
"I'm on my way home, Annette," said Ivan, starting the car and pulling back onto the road.