The drive is short, pleasant, and not remotely uncomfortable. His cologne fills the car with a woodsy aroma with floral undertones that make it warming to the senses. He looks relaxed, with not a care or worry that this is his final night on Earth. In no time at all, we’re pulling up to a dimly lit building, where he parks and gets out handing the keys to a valet standing outside. He walks over, opens my door, and extends his hand to me. I graciously take his hand and get out of the car, smiling as he wraps his arm around my waist while closing the door behind me. With a firm but comfortable grip on me, he escorts me into the building revealing a surprisingly elegant restaurant. The lights all around are dimmed low creating a romantic ambience while a burning fire at the far end of the room offers guests warmth from the harsh Russian cold. The smell of the roaring fire fills my mind with pleasant memories while the scent of food wafting from the kitchen awakens my stomach like a snarl

I walk through the frigid streets with my hand firmly clutched against my shoulder to stem the bleeding. Part of me hopes the cold is at least slowing the blood down, while the other part of me just wants to get the fuck back to my hotel. By some miracle of the Gods, I see an approaching cab and hail it down. I don’t even wait for the car to come to a complete stop before I dive into the backseat. “Hotel National,” I instruct. The driver glances at me briefly in the rearview mirror and decides to avert his eyes before he turns the car around and begins heading in the direction of the hotel. I lean forward and do my best not to get blood on the backseat of his car - more for the sake of avoiding leaving evidence as opposed to courtesy. The driver never makes small talk and continues to avoid looking at me. It’s one of the things I love about this country. There’s trouble around every corner, so people tend to just keep their heads down and play dumb for their own good. As soon as th

Time marches onward until I hear a knock at the door, and on instinct, I withdraw my dagger from the man’s dead body and hold it firmly in my palm, ready to use it again on the next person who dares to fuck with me. “Dasha?” I hear the familiar voice call out, and I immediately relax. I get up and go and open the door and look into the concerned face of Vsevolod Zubov. If you’re a member of the criminal underworld and you need medical assistance, Vsevolod is your man. He’s known throughout Europe and parts of Asia and makes a hell of a living off this deadly business, but he doesn’t help everyone, only those who make it worth his time or those he has a soft spot for, like myself. Vsevolod is 67 and looks like a man who has seen things few could ever even imagine. He’s 5’7” with fine lines and creased puffy eyes covering his peach-toned skin. He has dim cerulean eyes, short, thin greying hair that is pure white around the edges of his face, with a grey beard that just manages to hid

“I appreciate the worry and concern for my wellbeing but smothering me and treating me like a helpless child doesn’t make me heal faster nor does it help me in figuring out just how this all came about. So if you would like to be of help to me, rein it in and help me find out more about my former client,” I say, rising to my feet and grabbing my jacket from the back of my chair, slipping it on and untucking my hair as I feel a strain in my shoulder and neck. Yes, things still hurt and ache, and some movements hurt more than others, but I usually just tune it out. Especially around my guardian assassins. “You’re leaving?” Asks my father. “I have had a lovely lunch, but yes, I have to get home and get back to work,” I walk over and kiss my father’s cheek, and feel him affectionately cup the back of my head and kiss my cheek. My mother hugs me and kisses my other cheek as I kiss hers. I quickly hug my grandfather who hugs me back tightly and then hug my grandmother, who stubbornly igno

As if possessed, my lips respond to his, kneading and feasting on his lips like a ravenous beast as I feel his tongue enter my mouth, exploring and consuming me from the inside. His free hand grasps the exposed flesh of my back, yanking me against him where I feel the firm bulge growing inside his trousers as he presses against the inside of my thigh. My acrylic nails claw down the back of his corset vest, yearning to dig into his flesh as I moan wantonly into his mouth. He sucks on my lips, licking them as if to claim them as he unbuttons and unzips my denim shorts. I follow suit, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly, pushing his trousers and briefs below his ass freeing his cock. As his kisses travel down to the exposed skin of my neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth, marking me as he goes, I look down at the new weapon he plans to use on me. My eyes are transfixed on the twitching organ between his legs, and I eagerly reach out, wrapping my hand around his hardened cock and