Chapter Five - Killian

'Ok, what do we know?'

I ask my men as they sit around our meeting table.

Rory opens his laptop and shows the Bratva Principessa walking into the Houston Animal Centre wearing tight jeans and a backpack. She looks very young, with her stunning blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail and no make-up.

'She's doing her Intern Credit here at the Centre. Been attending for a week, and she'll be there for another three. If you want to take her, this is going to make it easy; she has two guards, and they are keeping it very low-key.'

I smile broadly.

'Stake it out. Get me the intel. I want to know everything about that Centre. Find us a way in, find us a way out the back, and I want that information so we can move in two days.'

My men nod and leave the room, and I go check on the alterations being done to the room I have selected to house the guest who is going to resent being kept here. I don't envisage any problems. She is a petite, delicate little princess, and I reckon it won't be hard to intimidate and subdue her so I can use her as a pawn against her father.

Pavel Khushanova is going to regret double-crossing my MC and me, and I smile at my reflection in the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

He thinks everything is going smoothly with his FBI friends.

He thinks the Mexicans and Colombians know nothing of his betrayal.

He thinks he has got away with handing over three of the biggest names in the underworld to the FBI.

He is about to find out that we are not as dumb as he believed.

'We have traces on Anderson, Manson and Raybin. What do you want us to do?'

Cormack asked, entering the office and sitting in one of the two leather sofas facing the windows, as I poured us both a glass of whisky.

'Dig up everything you can on the three of them, wives? children? mistresses? I want to know all of it.'

I say.

'Those three are going to suffer slow, painful deaths for betraying our country.'

I'm not particularly patriotic, but the thought of these men selling secrets to our enemies drives me insane, for some reason, and I want revenge. Cormack nodded and downed his whisky.

'What are we going to do with the girl?'

He asked, and I smiled back at him,

'Break her and make sure Pavel Khushanow sees it all.'

The following morning, Rory brings me the intel I need, and we make plans to snatch the girl the next day. They have bribed one of the workers to open a rear gate, and he will show us where the girl is working. It is a straight in and out extraction and should take no more than fifteen minutes. 

We arrive at the Centre just before it closes and find the gate open and the guy standing in the shadows waiting for us.

'She will be walking down this path in about five minutes to collect her stuff before she leaves for the day.'

He says, pocketing the money we gave him and disappearing back into the shadows as quickly as he can. We stay in the black truck parked innocently beside the storage container, Cormack and I, watching the road and Liam, Michael, Connor and Callum in the back waiting for my order.

'Here she comes.'

Cormack hissed through his teeth as the blonde Russian girl sauntered down the road, not giving any attention to her surroundings. She had clearly not been taught to look out for herself, and that surprised me. I would have thought that, as the spoiled daughter of the billionaire Pakhan, he would have made her have a few lessons in basic survival skills. Lesson one: Watch your surroundings for anything unusual. I was quite sure that a black truck, with all its windows blacked out, was not something that would be parked on her walk each day. Glancing around, I talked to Rory, who was monitoring the area. 

'All Clear, Boss, there's no one around. Those staff who are left are all in the office. It's Friday, and they want to get home and start their weekend.'

He chuckled, and I grinned back. This was going to be the easiest extraction we had ever done, and it would teach the Pakhan not to allow his most prized possession such freedom.

'Go.'

I whispered into my microphone, and my four men moved silently out of the back of the truck. Watching them closely, I was delighted to see that my plan went like clockwork. The girl did not know what hit her. The men grabbed her and injected the sedative before she could even struggle. Then, a blackout sack was placed over her head, and she was tossed into the back of the truck. My guys jumped in after her, and we backed out onto the road in five minutes. There was no evidence of her removal. Rory had disabled the cameras, putting them on a loop of nothing for half an hour, and they would return to normal viewing by the time we were on the highway.

At the compound, I carried her up to the room myself and laid her on the bed so I could look at her properly for the first time.

She was beautiful; there was no denying that. Her hair was the palest of blondes, and the faint flush on her cheeks was adorable. She was petite, but she had everything a man could want: pert little breasts and an ass just made for spanking.

'Fuck, what was I thinking? She was my prisoner, not one of the whores I occasionally picked up at the local bar.'

I thought, but my eyes still wandered hungrily over her slender form, and my cock grew hard thinking of all the things I wanted to do to her.