"Those fucking bombs are powerful and you fūcking timed them, what the fūck man ? Couldn't you have just bought the remote activated ones ?!" Yigor complains in a low voice, as they move within the shadows.
"I have the remote control for two, but those I will use in the auditorium." Vladimir casually remarks as he finishes planting the bomb on the last 5oth floor.
Immediately, the three assassins sense someone heading towards the corridor where they were hidden in. They heard the distinct conversation of two men.
"I suhhhwore..I mean suhhhwear I saw innnntruderrrrs." Hiccups an intoxicated males voice. "Cameras don't lay..I mean lie!"
"You're fat ass is drunk, I should report your áss for drinking on the job!" Said male number two's voice. "You don't even bother changing the surveillance tapes when they're full! Otherwise I could have reversed the video footage and seen these supposed intruders. You had me send guards from their posts to go upstairs, you better not be making shįt up from that drunk fat áss head of yours !"
As soon as the arguing men round the corner, they are immediately sliced at their necks by spikes flicked from the assassins. The heads of the guards fall off from their bodies first before their bodies topple. Blood spurts from their spasming figures and within seconds all life seeps away from them.
Yigor turns to Vladimir and incredulously remarks." I thought you said he'd be knocked out..yet he's already ratted to his other pals."
Vladimir shrugs. "Since he was such a large man, I should have tripled the dose. Come, we must hurry now that there are others searching the resort, word will spread and they'll shut down the auction."
Within ten minutes, they managed to locate the ventilation system tunnels on the fifth floor. They easily crawl through them, their assassin trainings had really polished their movements. It takes them about less then five minutes to locate the dressing rooms of the various slaves. Vladimir held the map of the ventilation tunnels as he slid past four rooms, peering through the shutters at each girl enslaved. Both Yigor and Serge tagged along behind him.
It was at the 7th shutter, he finally spotted her and his heartbeat escalated hard enough to burst his own ear drums.
She was slumped over an armchair. Her long dark hair elaborately piled up into a ponytail, with golden hair jewellery woven into her tresses. Her smooth naturally tanned legs were exposed up until her hips which were hidden under a red silky tassled belly dancer skirt. Her tummy was decorated by glitter and intricate henna tattoo. Her ample breasts were concealed by a tassled silky bra-let. On her neck were piles of golden jingling necklaces, dipping into her exposed cleavage.
It killed him inside to see her in a state of total intoxication and exposed in such scant ensemble of clothing. She was half moaning while drugged brown eyes stared confusedly up at the ceiling. He wondered what sorts of drugs they administered to her.
The thought left his mind just as quick when he saw her small hands slide from her neck to her breasts, across her stomach and stop at her thighs. She lazily rubbed at her thighs and bit her bottom lip while closing her eyes and moaning again. He was beyond speechless as he gawked at such a sensual gesture.
He was nearly drowning in a mesmerized trance by her when he hears Yigor besides him lewdly whistle. "Well I'll be damned! What an exotic hottie!"
Vladimir narrows his eyes, and shoves Yigor and Serge's faces away from the shutters. "Don't you fucking dare look at her!"
"Relax, I looked away after the first glance. She's a little sister to me." Serge assures him before scowling at Yigor. "Be mindful, Yiggy..that's your cousin's lady."
Vladimir peers around through the shutters and spots two women dressed in nurses uniform heading towards her. They are chatting away regarding the auction as one of them holds a syringe up.
"Nadia, how many shots of aphrodisiac have you given her ?" The other one asks. "She appears in heat already, I think it's enough."
"Dr.Martin's orders, this one will last her an entire week. The prior ones aren't as effective." Nadia explains as she injects the syringe into her arm.
"Why is Dr.Martin paying her more attention than the others?" Nurse number two inquires.
"Oh something about her catching the fancy of a famed assassin from the Molotov mafia..Mister Doucette said most of the auction attendees are here to see her." Nadia answers nonchalantly. "They want to make a complete whore out of her and shove it in her lovers face."
Destructive force of rage floods throughout Vladimir's veins, as his mind processed such diabolical statements. He was ready to pounce out and slit both of the nurses throats when Serge and Yigor held him back.
"Not now, man. Wait till they leave again and kill those bįtches behind their backs!" Yigor whispers fiercely.
However, the nurses completely exit the room instead of turning back the way they had arrived from. Three minutes later, Vladimir kicks open the shutters and leaps out with agility.
His eyes remain locked on the girl he had come to reclaim. She gradually turned her face in his direction and squinted a couple of times before turning her face away. It was apparent to him that she hadn't recognized him at all, the effects of the drugs were weighing on her heavily.
He spotted a bathrobe and quickly retrieved it as he approached her. He said in a low voice audible enough for her. "Miss Kashani, I'm here to save you. I just need you to put on this robe, can you do that for me ?"
No vocal response from her as she continues staring up at the ceiling dazedly. He decides to dress her himself, so he slides off his gloves and reaches for her arm.
As soon as his hand made contact with her overly warmed skin, she let out a gasp and leaned into his touch. He froze as her forehead contacts his robed taut stomach area.
It was undeniable, the attraction he felt towards her, overwhelmed him to the point it hurt so good. As if electric currents zapped from her skin through his hand, towards his spinal cord and distributed bursts of pleasure through out his mind.
"No time to admire, man! Bombs will be going off soon!" Yigor's annoying voice disrupts the tiny moment of euphoria he was feeling.
With gentle hands, he adoringly slid her arms through the sleeves of the robe as she hummed and moaned. Then he quickly wrapped it around her and secured it with its belt. With one single motion, he swept her up bridal style in his arms and maneuvered her up towards the open ventilation. Both Yigor and Serge pulled her light frame into the steel tunnel.
It was easy to slide her slender form through the tunnels leading towards the emergency exit stairwells. They kicked open the ventilation shutters and quickly hurdle out.
"You both ! Have her escorted down towards the parking lot, make sure to use the route Huxley informed you of !" Vladimir orders in an iron tone.
"But where you going ?" Yigor questions worriedly.
A slow cruel smirk laces Vladimir's lips under the mask. "Just to complete some unfinished business."
A half hour later, Vladimir casually lights up a cigar next to Serge, Yigor, and Grigori while the limo they recline in picks up speed. Behind them ear deafening explosions are heard, as the resort inwardly disintegrates.
"Care for some whiskey, gentlemen?" Huxley inquires with amusement in his voice yet face set in a solemn stance.
"That shouldn't even be a question!" Serge scoffs with a victorious smile. "Hand over that bottle!"
All four of the men take ahold of their glasses full of liquor and propose a wordless toast.
Ambulances and police cars zoom past them on the roads in the opposite direction.
Vladimir looks over at the petite bundle sleeping soundly under his overcoat. He knew he'd reclaim her, and he was right.
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"You realize what you four have done !!" Dimitri Molotov growls as he slams his bejewelled fist against his desk. His eyes align with his beloved nephew, who now appeared not so beloved. "A renewal of conflict with Ulyanov Bratva!! As if Doucettte wasn't enough! You fools! Did you find it so necessary to explode the b
uilding !!?"
Both Yigor and Serge peek warily at their blonde cousin who stood proudly next to them. They were present in the private study room of Dimitri's sprawling manorial estate.
"Father..I seriously doubt the Ulyanovs are aware it was us behind the deaths of their dignitaries." Grigori assures collectively without meeting his father's furious gaze. "Besides, not as if their direct family members were harmed."
"You had the girl, why the fūck did you detonate explosives ?!" Dimitri glowers as his patience wore thin. "You don't think word will get out that the girl is in your fūcking possession, meaning that you fools were behind the deaths of my allies and dignitaries !?"
"They won't know.." Vladimir finally responds in an icy tone as frigid eyes refuse to back down from his uncle's glare. "I will keep her hidden, not at the manor...I personally find it insulting and disappointing that you'd think I'd jeopardise you and her by having her stay at my manor."
"Get the fuck out of my sight ! All four of you !" His uncle barks between gritted teeth, evading his statement. "I can't deal with the lot of you right now, out! At once !"
The men for the exception of Vladimir, begin exiting the room hastily. As Vladimir strides vaingloriously towards the door, he pauses and looks over his shoulder at his uncle. In a steel voice of resolve, he utters. "I wouldn't change one decision I made today. Infact I'd do it all over again if I had to, good night dearest uncle."
His uncle is left staring dumbfounded after him, as he clicks the door shut.
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"Vladimir!! Vladimir!!" Rachael's voice full of tears screeches at him through his phone. "Please! Tell me you found her !! Please Vladimir tell me!!"
He grimaces, as he lengthens the phone away from his ears. His jaw clenches irately while he overhears Katherine and Beverly along with the manors staff weeping in the background.
They had all been made aware of the news, about terrorist attacks in a Dubai resort. Infact that was all the news stories reported on t.v., they labeled it some form of religious extremist attacks.
The Dubai government was obviously covering for the seedy business of the various world criminals occurring in that resort. They wouldn't reveal the reality of the situation. He knew the reality, he was responsible for those attacks and not some religious extremist...more like a criminal extremist. Criminal on criminal crime spree.
He drew in a calm breath and a slow sinister smile curves his lips as he softly replies to his older sister on the phone. "No..unfortunately we were unable to locate her...I'm afraid she's not in this world anymore, dear sister...now I have lots to sort out ..so please don't lament so much over her.."
"No! Dear, God No!!" Rachael bawls hopelessly.
Vladimir's voice darkens with a mixture of vengeance and lust. "I'm sure she's in a better place now...a much safer place..a place where she'd be adored thoroughly..and I'm sure she wouldn't want you all to worry over her..goodnight dear sister."
With that, he ended the call and his lips set into a thin line of agitation. He was punishing Rachael and Katherine for rebelling against his authority. And what better way to punish them ? To make them feel the immense guilt of being responsible for Sanam's disappearance. He would constantly make them feel the guilt whenever he saw them, so they would eventually beg for his forgiveness and never rebel against his commands again. He'd break them down emotionally, for jeopardizing themselves including the life of his princess.
He was staring absentmindedly through his sky scraper's ceiling to floor length window. Pitter patter sounds of rain created a soothing melody that eventually calmed his irritated nerves. The streets below were empty due to the torrential downpour.
It had been three long days and he hadn't slept once, his eyes ached as he set aside his mug of coffee on a side table. Unbuttoning his shirt, he peels it off and splays it on the love seat with his muscled upper body exposed.
He rarely ever utilized this luxury full floor apartment, and it was mostly bare for the exception of a plush leather love seat, a rug, a side table and coffee table.
There was also a king sized bed in one of the bedrooms, where she now slept. He was tempted to fall asleep right next to her, there was space enough for both of them in between. He was sure she wouldn't mind, how could she anyway? She wouldn't know when she was still under the influence of sedatives that had constantly put her to sleep.
"W-who are y-you ?"
He immediately glances back and his heartbeat thrums rapidly against his chest. All traces of sleep having left him as his eyes drank her sight in.
She's standing there in the lounge entrance, a hand holding the doorframe for support. She was squinting her eyes at him, as if she was peering at something faraway.
The warm dim lighting casts a soft sensual glow over her scantily clad petite figure. He attempts to swallow back the lump forming in his throat as his eyes greedily rove over her body in the belly-dancers outfit.
She begins to wobble forward towards him and he quickly gestures out his hand in caution. "Hey, careful now ! You'll hurt yourself, Miss Kashani..you should get back to bed."
Her face contorts in a scowl. "Oh ! It's you! Dastard! Why can't you have the decency to not invade my dream?! Leave ! Get out of my dream now!"
He raises a brow in puzzlement. "This isn't a dre-"
But he ceases his words short midsentence as a thought dawns on him to play along. He smirks at her in amusement. "You're so adorable, Miss Kashani.."
She continues to amble unsteadily forward. "There was this gentleman in a silver mask, I must see him..where is he?"
"Careful now .." Vladimir takes a cautious step in her direction, holding out his hand towards her. "You were dreaming then and you are dreaming now. So inorder for me to exit your lovely dream, you must comply, here take my hand before you end up falling to the floor."
Her brows knit in anger as her voice takes a miffed route. "Get away from me you dastard, seeing you around in reality is miserable as is, and now you have the aud ..aud...aud.." She trails off as she tries to remember.
"Audacity ?" He offers her a word assistance while suppressing hard not to chuckle.
"Yes!" She smiles brightly, squinting her eyes at him. "Who are you ?"
He inclines his head at an angle as he studies her curiously for a moment before answering. "I'm the man behind the silver mask."
A dreamy look crosses her features as she starts wobbling closer. "I'm so grateful to you Mister Silver Face! You saved me from the evil doctor! You're my hero !"
Before he knew it, he dived for her as she nearly tripped over the rug. His strong arms engulfed around her bare stomach while his posture straightens from the shock of touching her for the second time in one day. The galvanic sparks from the skin to skin contact with her sent a rush of pleasure to his mind.
They remain standing there in such a position. Her warm breath hits his bare arms. She ends up pressing against him while a moan escapes her lips. "This feels nice."
His breathing freezes at her words, he couldn't believe what he just heard. But then he remembers, she was behaving this way due to the aphrodisiacs in her blood. He shook his head from the lustful thoughts that were formulated and his voice escapes in a raspy edge. "Miss Kashani..you should go to bed and sleep."
Precipitously, her form stiffens and she wrenches out of his slackened hold. "Get away from me you dastard !! Don't tell me what to do!!"
At this junction, he figured when he told her what to do, she was reminded of him as a dastard. Yet when he didn't tell her what to do, she mistook him for an entirely different person. It was strange how she was unable to recognize his features yet.
"Miss Kashani. Please let me guide you back to bed..you're not yourself." He commences, this time clearing his throat.
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