Diamond Days (Born Bratva 6)(12)

 

The slow, methodical approach Oleg employed when he tortured an enemy was unsurpassed. There were twenty-seven bones in the human hand. Oleg had been known to spend hours meticulously breaking each one before he turned to other methods of torture. Few made it past the hand torture without talking.

 

"I only ask, my Pakhan … that you allow me a front row seat."

 

"Of course, Oleg. I'm certain my daughter will say the same."

 

"You and Roksana are some sick motherfuckers-like natural born killers or some shit."

 

Oleg's only response to Novak's remark was a faint smile. When it came to torture, he and Roksana were like matches and gasoline-feeding off one another-igniting explosions and leaving ruin in their wake. To say they were well-matched was an understatement.

 

Glazov directed his attention back to Dmitriy. "Your woman has been something of an experiment, an expensive one. I expect to see a return on my investment."

 

"Anastasia's highly motivated to demonstrate her allegiance to her Pakhan and the Bratva."

 

Glazov's eyes were emotionless and his voice was low as he spoke. "As well she should be. My investment in her has been unprecedented. I certainly don't like regretting past decisions. She is an investment I not only expect, but demand, to see dividends on."

 

Novak, as usual, had something smartass to say. Cutting his eyes at Dmitriy, he said, "Roksana's never going to let that happen. She took Anastasia on as a protégé and she would never let the girl make her look bad in her father's eyes." With a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes, he stared, unblinking, at Dmitriy as he concluded, "Roksana would kill her before she ever let that happen."

 

 

 

        

          

        

         

 

Glazov watched Dmitriy intently to read his reaction and was pleased that he appeared unmoved. Dmitriy wasn't affected by much and his easy demeanor concealed a deeply introspective nature. He was classically handsome with long, dark hair, chocolate brown eyes and a closely trimmed mustache and goatee. But looks can be deceiving; Dmitriy's enemies never figured out that the bigger the handsome devil smiled, the more danger they were in.

 

"Oleg, the four of you have worked well together in the past. I want you to join forces again," Glazov mandated.

 

Oleg stood, nodding stoically at Glazov. "Yes, Pakhan."

 

Oleg knew that if he disobeyed the Pakhan by giving in to his sadistic nature and killing this enemy, he would be robbing Glazov of the pleasure of the kill -- and then two men would die. He didn't want to be the cause of Glazov's only daughter being made a widow.

 

"This meeting is over."

 

Glazov didn't bother looking up as the men filed out into the hall. He had said all he had to say-now it was time to act.

 

 

 

 

 

"Pretty, pretty, little bird," the man whispered to no one in particular as he stared at the beautiful redhead -- the woman Glazov called his Ptichka.

 

There were other women sitting on the sofas, but none that compared to her. They were all attractive enough in their own way. Kathleen had at least twenty years on the other women and yet her beauty eclipsed them all.

 

The stranger watched her intently as she interacted with the women. He could tell by her body language and her hand gestures that she was a natural leader.

 

"Pretty, pretty, little bird," he whispered again. He pushed down on his rapidly hardening cock as he thought of the things he would do to the pretty, little bird after he caged her so she couldn't escape.

 

Pretty, little birds should be put in a cage so they can be looked at, taken out, and played with. I'll clip her wings so she can't fly back to him. He's a monster, a bad man, but she doesn't see that because he's blinded her.

 

That's what he does to people: he poisons their minds. His hands are stained with so much blood. He's a killer, born into a life of violence and he must be stopped. Someone has to save the pretty, little bird.

 

The bad man has all the things that I should have. He lives a life of opulence and entitlement. He's reaping the rewards that were promised to me.

 

It will take some convincing but she'll see things my way. Getting her away from him won't be easy. He's obsessed with her. It's going to hurt him deeper than any pain he's ever known when I take her away from him. It's going to hurt him the same way he hurt me.

 

She's the only thing that can heal the hurt he has caused me. She is the balm for my tortured soul, payment for his sins. She is my pretty, pretty bird.