Prologue/chapter 1

Ten years before

Nadia's POV

“Come on darling, make a wish,” Daddy said, with a big smile on his face.

The light from the candle that was carefully placed on the cake sparkled through his eyes.

He was so excited to have made it home in time before I slept, even though he came late from the factory where he earned his minimum wage.

“Can we just wrap this up, she needs her beauty sleep,” Mum said, yawning tiredly.

My little brother who was five months old at that time was stressing her out, he feeds every thirty minutes interval.

But dad wanted to make it a memorable day for me, it was my eleventh year's birthday. And even though we didn't have much, he had managed to get me a cake, a cupcake.

I closed my eyes thinking of what I needed the most in the world. I had the best mom and dad that anyone would wish for. Even though they were not wealthy, they worked hard to provide all our essentials, and I have just been blessed with the cutest little brother, Ivan. He is the cutest and happiest baby any big sister would love to have.

What more could an eleven years old girl possibly wish for?

I smiled after realizing that I had all I ever needed. I opened my eyes and blew out the candlelight while dad and mum cheered me on with wild smiles on their faces. 

But as soon as the candle went off, there was a loud bang on the door, and before I could know what was happening, my dad had carried me into a hidden locker in our sitting room.

“Do not make any sound Nadia, no matter what happens, do not come out” he said in a hurry, I nodded my head as he closed the locker.

After which he Rushed off to carry my little brother, He must have also hidden him, but the baby kept crying, so he asked that mum carry him.

I was used to this situation, people would often come to the house to ask questions about my father's twin brother Dmitri, and when they have gotten the information they needed, they would leave.

Uncle Dimitri is my father's twin brother. Identical twins, it is sometimes difficult to tell them apart. He was in Russia till my dad invited him over to join him in the states a few years after he became a citizen.

He was always getting into one trouble or the other, and because he looked exactly like my father, they always got mixed up.

The door opened in a bang as my dad kept his both hands up.

Three men all suited up in guns and amours of different shapes and sizes entered our house with the same pattern of markings on their right arm.

“Don't fucking move!!” one of the men shouted at my papa, pointing his gun at his face.

“He is not here,” my dad said with his face down and hands up.

Within seconds, they had turned down the entire apartment, destroying everything they could lay their hands on.

My baby brother started crying due to the loud noise they were making.

"Shut the baby up" one of the men shouted, pointing his gun at my Mum.

My mum was so scared, she quickly sat on a chair and started breastfeeding the baby to keep him from crying.

The men exchanged evil glances among themselves, as one of them walked to where my mum was sitting.

He dragged the baby out of her hands and threw the baby on the floor.

The baby kept crying, and to shut him up, he put a bullet through his little heart.

The whole room became suddenly quiet as my mum stayed frozen on the spot she was, her mouth open and streams of tears rained down her cheeks, papa let out a whimper with his eyes shut.

They turned to my mother.

They asked her to lie down on the floor, she was crying and pleading with them to please let her go, but they ripped her clothes and took turns in raping mama right there.

Papa at one point couldn't take the torture anymore, as he forcefully attacked one of the men by pushing him over the glass table that was in our sitting room.

The men shot him on both legs, as he falls on his knees, groaning out in pain. The man he had earlier attacked was bleeding slightly from his head.

He turned angrily at papa hitting papa with the edge of his gun.

I was scared to death, as I covered my mouth with my little hands, to avoid the little sobs from getting out.

When they were done with mama, they shot two bullets into her face, I watched as mama lay there motionless with her eyes opened. I swallowed the scream that wanted to elope my lips as I watch my happy day turn to blood before my very eyes.

“Is there anyone else in the house?” one of the men asked papa.

“No” papa replied faintly, with blood oozing from his head.

He pointed the gun at my father's head and put three bullets through it.

The whole house became deafening quiet, and even though I was still, my heartbeat was raging inside of me.

One of the men's phones rang and he answered the call.

“They are all dead,” he said to the caller.

He lingered on for some minutes with the phone attached to his ears as if waiting for instructions.

”Yes boss,” he said, as he ends the call.

He brought out his phone and took pictures of him in his pool of blood.

After which they left.

Now

*****

“Spyashchaya krasavitsa,” one of my uncle's men said, as his fingers brushes over my cheek. While the others giggled at his teasing.

(Sleeping beauty)

As he was about to take his hand off, I grabbed it and squeezed it so tight till he started groaning.

“lay your filthy hands on me one more time, and have your fingers completely detached from your hands, Kiska,” I said, staring at him in his eyes as I watch him groan louder from pain.  (pussy)

I released his hand and rested my head back on the car seat, with my eyes close, while listening quietly to the unpleasant sound in my heart.

“We are here,” the driver said, as he brings the car to a stop.

We were in the middle of an express road, I came down from the car while holding on to my rifle.

The road was pitch black as the only source of light was mainly cars but been that the time is far spent, there was little or no car in sight.

The four of us came down, while the men take their various positions. We saw a vehicle coming in from the opposite direction, I rested my back against the car while lighting my cigarette.

The car finally came to a stop some distance away from ours, the doors of the car opened and three heftily built men with amour and their rifles came down and started walking towards our vehicle.

“Gde on?” one of the men asked, as soon as he got to a few steps away from my men. (Where is she)

I aimed my gun at the upper right hand of the man on his left and shot him.

That came as a shock to the two men that stood next to him, they wondered what just happened as they quickly brought out their guns pointing them at my men.

“Where is the package?” one of my men asked them. The man who by now appears to be their leader gestured for the others in the car to bring out the package.

They brought out the package and dropped it in the middle.

“I'm afraid you have to open the package,” one of my men said.

“We were not asked to open the package,” the leader of the other gang said.

I aimed my gun at their car tire and shot it out, making those in the car quickly run out.

One of their men went and opened the suitcase to reveal the well laid nicely wrapped white powderlike substance.

“Good, now close it, and bring it over,” one of my men said.

The man closed the suitcase and walked a few inches to where my men stood and dropped the case. After which he returned to his gang.

“Good. It was nice doing business with you, your boss will get the money as soon as we deliver this package to our boss”  one of my men said, while another picked up the suitcase and throw it into the car.

They all entered the car and waited for me.

I was waiting for any wrong move, something out of place, so I could blow their motherfucker brains out.

They all seem to be well-mannered, other than the man I shot earlier groaning in pain.

Maybe I should just put him out of his misery, a little voice said in my head as I redirected my gun back at him, aiming to direct to his head, I felt a hand touch me, and I turned to see it was one of my men, Derrick. The guy I almost broke his fingers with earlier.

“Let's go,” he said in a calm tone, with his eyes pleading.

I entered the car and we drove off.

****

Nadia's POV

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you dear Nadia, happy birthday to you” my uncle sang, as soon as I entered his office.

I have been living with uncle Dmitri since the day my entire family was wiped out.

He adopted me and trained me to become who I was, and I owe him greatly for all the sacrifices he has made.

He turned a little naive scared little child into an independent strong girl.

He likes to be addressed as boss by everyone except me.

I call him Dad.

Apart from the fact that he was legally my dad after the adoption, he looked every inch like my dad. Being around him made me feel a bit closer to my dad.

Only that, uncle Dmitri was a very bad man

“I was wondering what you wanted for your twenty-one year's birthday,” he asked moments after I sat down.

I looked at him and smirked.

He knows very well what I have always wanted. Every since the moment I became aware of my abilities, I had always wanted my pound of flesh with a few broken bones from those set of men that stole my childhood from me.

“your long-awaited gift will soon be given to you Nadia, but tonight let's merry for it is your birthday,” my uncle said with a smile.

His smile reminds me so much of my dad, except that uncle Dmitri's smile never gets to his eyes.

“I will be in my room,” I said, as I stood up and was about to leave when my uncle said.

“I have organized a little surprise package for you, it's in your room, I'm sure you will like it,” he said with a mischievous smile.

“Thanks, Dad,” I said before walking out of his office and heading to my room.

I got to the door and inserted my keys to open the door, the room was poorly illuminated with a lamp and a few scented candles.

I brought out my pistol as soon as I saw a figure lurking in the dark.