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Did you know what he is going to ask of me?" I asked as Jack sat in front of me; the main hall was now deserted. "I had some ideas," he grinned. This kid should be more careful. If he had not been Jack Morris, he would have died a long time ago. "Good, now do you know what that means?" "We can finally stop running," he said, looking so hopeful. This idiot! "No, it means we are stuck, running from one enemy landing on the lap of another," I said through my teeth, barely able to hold my fury. "They don't seem so bad." "Why? Because they fed you pizza and gave you toys?" "I am not stupid!" "The way you ended up here, tell me why I should think otherwise." "I ran away because…" He groaned, running his hand through his hair, rubbing his face, and hitting his forehead on his knees twice. He raised his head to look at me. "Are you seriously just going to leave them be?" He spread his hands, exasperated. "Who?" This is getting ridiculous. I sat on the table. "The Russian bastards!
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Misha"He-he-," the man in the restroom spat blood on the floor; maybe I shouldn't have stabbed him in the gut before he revealed where my brother had been for the previous five days, but you see. I can get impatient at times. That's what got me here in the first place, so I suppose one must always face the consequences of their actions or something along those lines."Spit it out, and I'll do it right away," I said calmly as I waited."Isaac Bortsov took him," "The head of the Russian mafia's drug operation? Are you certain? why?""I'm not sure!" His British accent come out thick as he tremble. "Please, please, please," he begged."But you were the one who told them where he was," I pointed out.He whimpered and closed his eyes."Why?" My fingers tighten around my knife, and the heat of my rage rises up my spine. I applied pressure to his wound."They put a price on his head." He gasp. "I owe them money!" He sobbed."You have no idea what they want with him.""No! No! Please!""Is h
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MishaI took my blue lenses off and, blinking to meet my clear brown gaze, undressed and cleared out my heavy make-up. The makeup always itches. I cleansed my smooth, olive-skinned face and took a shower. I slip on a bathrobe after drying myself and step out of the bathroom. They don't even have slippers under here; well, what can you expect for an average motel room? I dried my hair and put the towel on the chair. Putting my glasses back on, I opened my laptop and made myself comfortable on the bed. Brasove, the Russian mafira, damns them. I caught the last cyber signal from Jack here in Chicago, but now God knows where he is. While I put background software on to get any digital trace, my hands moved to the already made file and double-clicked on it. Last year, the Ritz Hotel was the most fascinating architectural structure in Chicago, from its owner to its staff to the guest list for today's event. I had eyes on everyone; I opened each and every file looking for a familiar pair of
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MishaAfter knowing who has them it was matter of few hours to figure out where he is. Jack was kept at the abondend building registerd unter the name of Stark Industries. I put on my binoculars and pecked through the bushes; I needed to scope out the area before breaking in. Then I heard rustling and the hair on the back of my neck stood up, but I remained crouching and did not move to alert them. Who was expecting me to arrive? This never occurred.I slipped under their hands, kicked one in the nuts while hitting the other in the back, they both whimpered, and I pressed one's neck under my boot while holding my knife to the other.I looked at the short one, who was carefully inspecting my knife, while pulling a gun from my straps around my waist under my hoodie and pointing it at the man on the ground, at the black man."Who are you and what are you looking for?""Our boss would like to meet you,"I narrowed my eyes."And who exactly is that?""Killian Alvarez," a man in his early t
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Misha A bloody three-story Italian-style mansion with a large, grand exterior and a garden path leading to the main door and a fountain. I enter the code, and the iron gates swing open. Because there are no securities, it's either not his place of business or I'm walking into a trap, which would be the biggest mistake of my life. I wasn't expecting this; to put it mildly, it's too bright, too warm, and too open and free for me. As I climbed the steps to the porch and rang the bell, my senses were on high alert. A woman in a blue servant's uniform opens the large Mongolian wood door with a warm smile. Funny fancy italian folks. "I've come to... "Miss Morris, Mr. Alveraz is waiting for you." She paved the way for me. Now this is creepy. However, I hear voices, an laughing and a familiar voice. As I moved out of the marble entrance hall to the side where the voice was coming from, I narrowed my eyes, and there he was. In the living room, which was littered with boxes of pizza, Jack M
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Misha I burst out laughing. Then I noticed his raised eyebrow and head tilt. I forgot about the humour. "Oh, you're serious," I say. He gave a nod. "As I previously stated, you cannot afford my services." "I told you to clean up a dead body—nothing you can't handle, dude, you are overpriced," I scoffed. "I was able to save your brother." He sipped his drink, place the glass on the table, and leaned forward, his gaze fixed on me. "Ah," I pretend to think."there was no saving him; you have my brother, and I am here to negotiate the terms of his release," "No, he is a guest on his own accord," he said, pointing to the large glass windows behind him that open to beautiful all-green gardens where He and Omar appear to be frolicking. This is the first time in the last two years that I have seen the kid smile and felt this sensation in my heart. No way, no how. No guilt, no self-pity; that stupid, impulsive kid made things difficult for me as well. I'm not going to hold it against
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I bit my lower lip, his eyes burning into me, and I never thought I'd want the lips of the guy who had me pinned and at knife point so badly. I exhaled, and his breath mixed with mine. Killian drew the knife point down to my chest; heat rose beneath my clothes, burning me. As the knife approaches the ties of my vest, I look down."No!" His hand pressed against my neck, forcing me to look at him."Don't look away from me," he said as he cut the ties one by one. I reach out to touch him."Nah!" He snatched my hand and pinched it; I reached for his lips, and he smirked. Oh, this arrogant jerk! I grabbed the knife, and blood poured out of my hand as I twisted the knife from his grip. He grabs it with his other hand, digging it into his palm, and I sit up. We came to a halt for a moment as our blood mixed and dripped from the knife to the floor. When our gazes locked, we both let go of the knife, and his hand grabbed and ripped the collar of my t-shirt. I yanked him out of his shirt, leavi
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