>>>>>You're Dima's father.>>>>Whispering voices fill the air around me as I wake from my deep slumber. I wheeze a breath but I figure my throat is dry. Totally dry. I try to wet my throat with my saliva but hell, I can barely muster enough to wet my dry throat. Where am I? How long have I been unconscious? All these questions fill my head but I can’t find any answer to it. I try to peer around but darkness falls into my vision. Hell, where is this? It’s more like I have a hood over my head. I try to jerk my hands but I can’t budge. I’m tied. At that, full-blown panic sets in and I begin to whimper, budging the restraints on my hands. “Hmmm…” I hum, seeking answers while I wrack my head for answers on what literally went down.How in hell did I end up here, manacled? With the fierce intensity which I wrack my mind, things start falling into place. The golden mask festival. My flight from Dima’s house to Moscow international airport. My landing in the U.S.
****Take me as hostage.*****I never once thought something would ever make me anxious in my life. Not even when my mother was shot dead before my eyes. No. All I felt when I saw my mama lying in the pool of her own blood was raw anger. I wanted so much to exert revenge on Vladimir because I tagged him as the cause of our plight. I was never anxious. But…too bad I am now. I’ve been anxious since I figured Faustina is evil. I’ve been anxious since I found out she was behind it all. She threw my rypka to the wolves to devour. My woman is out there pregnant with my seed and without protection. Fuck! I grit my teeth at the gaping realization and shove my fingers through my hair. My mind has been overloaded with the possibility of the conditions she might have been subjected to by now. Shit, I can’t take this. I can’t bring myself to imagine my rypka being tortured. I can’t envision the pain she'd be feeling. I swear to avenge her and my child. But most of all, I pray this very
****FBI Blacksite.*****It’s hard to take in. My mind has been boggled ever since Mae revealed the truth to me. I still have some doubts. How in hell had Benson been my father without my knowing? It’s strange. It's so difficult to believe but the string of evidence Mae pulled together is foolproof. It wasn’t something she made up. No. It’s real. It’s the truth. Benson is my father. Benson is Oleg Arkadi Kozlov. The man behind my mother’s sufferings. Shit!! I can’t wait to send him into the depths of pain and let death embrace him. Not only had he caused the woman I loved pains by raping her. No, he went as far as to make her life at Vladimir’s estate a living hell. Even when she had found peace during the time Vladimir locked Benson in Volsk, he shortened her moments of happiness with the assassination. He murdered her just to be sure he never see her live a life of fulfillment. How heartless could he be? He not only hurt my mother he also hurt me. He ruined my chi
>>>>The End.>>>>I’ve been sweeping in and out of consciousness since their last bout of torture. God, my body is nothing but a house of pain. The laser they zap my body with has roped tight my muscles. I whimper, feeling the wetness gathering on my thighs. What is happening? Am I bleeding? With fear, I start to wring on the seat so my shorts will hitch up mid-thigh to reveal the wetness that has pooled in my thighs. While in my struggling process, I hear heavy footsteps edging closer to me and I peer up. There he is, waddling closer to me with a harsh gleam in his eyes. He pauses before me and I stare up at him not wanting him to smell even a string of my fear and despair. Oleg leans closer and cradles my jaw with brute force, rage gleaming in his eyes. I shudder and my inside recoils as his eyes find their way into mine. “Your knight in shining armor is out to get you.” He chuckles darkly. His thumb flicks over my parched lips. I curse him for laying his filthy
*****Epilogue.******Six months later.**The sounds of my laughter file through the air as Yulia fills me in on Dasha’s tantrums. Something the toddler lately developed. I laugh while shoving the food down my throat, feeling more happy and safe than I’ve felt in the past year. All my paranoia vanished and now I’m even adding more weight. Jeez. I never knew I had it in me. However, I’m not eating much as the doctor advised so it'll not make my baby fat in the belly, hence difficulty in giving birth. So, that means what’s making me add weight is happiness. Wow, I never knew it’s possible until I found myself in the position. The last six months have been a water shed in my life. I thought I’d lose my pregnancy after all the torture I went through but no. I got lucky that the doctors staunched the bleeding and saved my child. Now, my belly is out and my child is growing peacefully. Dima has never stopped fussing over me and the baby. Jeez, I never knew the man
*A New Year's kiss from a stranger** Who could have thought that everything will change at the stroke of midnight on a new year’s eve? That’s right. A new year’s eve. Actually, I'm not so keen on getting my ass to the city’s square or a pub or a club to welcome the dawn of a new year. ‘Cause what’s the essence of it? This ending year has been a hell. To me. To my…family maybe. But having a bunch of nagging girlfriends. Hell, I have to get my ass up from my sulking bed and hit the washroom just to prepare. I’m that girl that has the worst wardrobe ever which makes it insanely hard to determine what I’m seriously going to fit in. A cashmere Jacket? Hell, no. Mae is looking downright hot. Likewise, Mercy. But here I am in a dire thought about what actually will make me look a bit pert. Just for one night. While perusing my wardrobe, I still can’t find something dashing. The door to my room cracks open and my brother slants his head inside, peeking at me. “Mercy says…you’re ta
**This is a setup.** Stepping into Benson’s club, I had one thing in mind and that’s to fuck his daughter as a way to placate the anger I feel for his inability to meet up with our initial arrangement. The arrangement, being the only thing I had in mind and flew all the way from Russia to this fucking States, wasn’t met and I literally requested for his daughter’s pussy. I mean, that’s what usually calms hot blooded men like me and sure enough he knows how the whole thing works. He’s a politician and a drug lord, therefore he downright knows how we all work to sate our desire, especially when a pact we've been looking forward to conclude is on the fallout. I should have been on my way to Prague to meet with Durov as per the meeting we initially finalized on having but the moment that fucking Benson sprinkled that the government wasn’t able to gather about a hundred pieces of Cannabis that I requested for, I had to withdraw from supplying them the weapons. In fact, I’m thinki
**A crossfire*** Shuddering wails, screams and scampering feet rain in the now dark club room as people begin running to safety while my men and the assailants exchange bullets.Gun shots blasts across the room. Bottles and glasses shattering across the floor while I wail and grunt as pains, accustomed pain to some extent, streams through me. This isn’t the first time I’ve received bullets nor the first time someone has daggered me.Pain has become my second skin all my life which is why I laugh manically as this new pain course through me. Anger brews through me because I felt so reluctant about my security for the first time in years, all because I was promised a politician daughter’s pussy.I should have watch out more. Be on high alert as always. Be security conscious, but today I failed miserably. My hands skids across my gun holster, aiming to make a purchase on my gun, but the freaking pains I feel at my side hampers the movements of my hand. Fruitless, I growl inside me.I wat