7 | Cocky Bastard

He turns around with his emotionless handsome face and starts leaving the room, leaving me for a heart attack.

"Wait! You can't just kill me! Of course, you need information. Like who I am and whom I work for." I quickly blurt out, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"No." He stops walking, turns his head a bit so that I get a clear view of his wicked smirk.

Ok, I'm not in a state for complementing.

His cockiness, arrogance and I-don't-care look just ignites the rage inside me. I'm not gonna let some sexy arrogant prick kill me, not today.

When he attempts to leave, I pull out the small dagger hidden inside one of my sneakers and in one swift motion I fly over him furiously to stab him on the back.

But the Russian beauty is faster than me. He grabs my wrist without looking at me or moving from his spot and rotates me around within a blink. Now my back is pressed on his hard chest and the dagger in my hand is pressed on my neck where the artery is.

I should fear the Russian pythons aiming their guns close to my face or the man who's one second away from cutting my artery and leave me bleed to death. But I'm too plunged to care about them because the strong, intoxicating and addictive cologne from the man who pressed my small frame against his strong and gigantic one, hypnotizes me to tarnish my sensibility.

The tall man leans down until his breath is tickling the side of my neck before he rasps, "Nice effort but not impressive."

The amusement and cockiness in his voice bring me back in reality. I slap my inner bitch mentally for acting like a bitch in heat where I'm struggling between my life and death. The more I move in his hold, his men step closer until he stops them with a silent gesture.

One wrong move, and I'll meet Robbie in hell.

But I'm not the person of being defeated by their enemy without a bone-crushing fight. I win, I take control and I manipulate.

"Oh c'mon, you haven't seen anything yet." I grit out.

I crease my leg and attempt to hit the boss to where the sun doesn't shine but the man simply twisted my legs between his without an effort and takes my painful and bloody body totally under his control.

I'm fucked up.

The thought of not being able to see Robbie anymore is smashing my heart into pieces. Now I realize, how big a mistake I've made to underestimate the Russian mob boss.

When the tension of the room becomes so thick like desert air, the door burst open tearing it and making our heads snap to the direction, except the Russian beauty.

"Boss, wait. She has Landon." The guard who's interrupted the boss and his little slaves from ending my sweet little life, adds quickly.

"What?" Katherine, the girlfriend of Landon almost screams, glaring at me like she's gonna eat me one piece.

But the Russian beauty doesn't bulge or tense a bit as if he's aware of everything before they can even happen.

"Just order me, Volkov. I'll kill this bitch right now!" Katherine hisses as she moved forward slightly with a gun pointed at my skull.

"No, you can't. Use your fucking brain, not your tits. Landon has our sixty million dollars with him from the last deal with the Arabians and we've got no single clue where he is right now, except this bitch." The guard speaks harshly at Katherine.

Sixty fucking million dollars?!

I feel my eyes popped out of their sockets.

"Then I think we should keep this little vixen alive for a while guys." Their boss finally speaks coldly, digging his fingers in my wound as I let out a painful cry.

"And you think I'd ever spit a word out to you? How cocksure!" I hiss as I feel my body going numb due to the unbearable pain.

I try to elbow him but my hands are already behind my back in his tight hold.

"Oh, you will, malen'kiy viksen." Again his hot breath fans against my earlobe as he speaks Russian with his sexy melodious voice, suddenly making my legs turn into jelly and goosebumps rise all over my body. [Russian- Little Vixen]

All of my dark fantasy dies down when the asshole let go of me all of a sudden as I lose my balance and collapse on the ground.

"Let her rot in this room and starve without medication until she speaks about Landon, and then kill her." He orders his men looking directly into my eyes without a void of emotion. His emerald gaze is so cold to freeze my entire body and face too hard to scare the hell out of me.

Fucking asshole.

"You'll pay for this." I snarl angrily.

With a sly smirk, he simply left the room with my blood and dust all over his expensive suit as everyone in the room followed him behind, leaving no room for me to debate further.

As soon as the Russian Cobra leaves with his associates, a guard enters the room and throws somebody on the ground beside me. My head snaps toward the person on its own before meeting the familiar person, groaning and wailing in pain. Her eyes widen when she looks at me as if I'd grown two heads.

"Well, hello to you too." I roll my eyes and look around.

"Why the fuck am I here?" Lucy gasps.

"I'm the person who should ask that question. Why the fuck are you here? You're supposed to go somewhere very far from the city." I scowl.

"Oh, I was in my apartment and packing up for leaving the city. But suddenly the curly hair, I mean Andrey, burst into my apartment with his men and kidnapped me again." She sighs dramatically.

"And why on earth you're in your fucking apartment? Gosh, how could you be so stupid?" I throw my head back and slap my forehead.

"Well, I thought they won't check my apartment. I had a lot of money in my closet. I had to rescue them. But those bastards took all of my money." Lucy wails with fake tears.

"Very good job. I got a fucking bullet in my arm to rescue you but you're worrying about your motherfucking money? Good thing that they didn't kill you on the spot. Now you're welcome to rot in this cell with me and die from starving." If I had a bit of energy, I would kill this bitch right now.

"Oh my God, you got shot! Shit, you're bleeding badly." Lucy quickly sits up and throws me a concerned look.

Ripping half of my already torn shirt, Lucy wraps it around my wounded arm and tied it up tightly. The good thing is, it somehow helps with the bleeding. But the bad thing is, I'm now only in one of the sexiest bras in my closet. Fortunately, Lucy didn't care to ask me why on earth I decided to wear this in a horrible mission like this.

I wish embarrassment had a limit for me today.

"Why are you being angry? I apologize. It's just, how could I leave you alone? You forgot we're sisters." She pouts, looking anywhere but my face.

"What the— You intentionally came here? I'll kill you, Maxwell!" I scream top of my lungs.

This bitch is just dead! I can't believe everything I did for her went in vain!

"Well, love you too." She grins cheekily but instantly gasps when I slap her head.

"Ouch! Did you see the boss? Oh my fucking goodness! He's just so fucking—"

"Don't! Don't you dare finish that sentence. I know, right? But look what he and his men did to me, us. I now realize why he's the devil to the underworld. Lucifer is so sexy and good-looking too but from inside he's just ugliest and so fucking horrible. He can change his face to manipulate people. That's what Ivan Volkov is. He's no less than Lucifer." I look at Lucy who gasps and applauds in admiration, making me scowl at her.

This bitch's never serious.

"But what now? We're not the rotting-in-a-cell type girls. You have a mission to complete." She sighs, dropping her head on my wounded shoulder that makes me cry out in pain.

"You bitch! You've to do this right now?!"

"Oops, I'm so sorry! I just forgot!"

"What do you keep in mind except robbery?" I clutch the shoulder and take a deep breath.

"Stop insulting my occupation!"

"Whatever. We're going to operate 'Plan B', seducing the boss and his men." My lips tilt up with a devilish smirk as Lucy looks at me in awe.

This is gonna be the most challenging thing I've ever done in my so fucked up life.