Fire & Vice: Savage Vendetta

"Do you want us to take care of the cops boss?"Vlad remained silent for a moment, contemplating his next move, before answering Boris' question. It would be safer to have the woman detective killed, rather than let her continue on her current path. He had been somewhat curious about the cop that had been sniffing around his business for months. She hadn't posed a real threat before now, thus he had mostly ignored her investigation. He sensed in her an inherent goodness, which combined with the stubbornness of a bloodhound, would eventually lead her to the truth about him. Ordinarily he would offer a bribe at this point or find some blackmail material on the person that was annoying him. He knew with the certainty of a man well used to judging people at a single glance that neither would work on McKinley. She would be as her appearance suggested, untouchable. He pictured the slight curl of her beautiful lips at the suggestion of a bribe.That left the only other option he would norma

Jane sat frozen in her chair caught between laughter at the absurdity of his proposition, and terror. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. You would let a cop get that close to you? Just to scratch an itch? You like to live dangerously, don't you, Sitnikov? Sure, yeah, let's do it. Can we go back to your place now? Can I have the code to your safe before we get down?"His lips curled in a quasi smile at her sarcasm. "No, I would not allow a police detective access to my private life," he said calmly.Jane frowned. "I don't understand. Supposedly you want to have a fling with me, a detective, but you don't plan on letting law enforcement near you. I'm not sure how long it's been for you, but usually that kind of intimacy requires a physical presence. Not that I'm even remotely entertaining the idea of any kind of relationship with you. Not happening, Russian." She spat the last word.He didn't seem to enjoy the way she spoke to him. His body was rigid in the seat and he seeme

Jane grinned down at her phone, reading through a text promising her some badly needed information. It had been three long weeks since Sitnikov's visit to her apartment and she hadn't been able to find any more leads in her murder case. She had searched tirelessly through boxes of evidence to come up empty every time. She had returned to Yankovich's apartment and gone over it again with a fine tooth comb, which yielded nothing more than the original search. Sitnikov was better than even she had believed, and she was looking at him harder than anyone else in the force. Like any other crime that seemed to link back to the Russian, all the evidence slid off of him like oil on leather. She'd been ready to break with protocol and drag the man back in for another interview when one of her confidential informants had finally come through for her. Jane dropped her phone in her purse and forced back a shout of triumph. Her abysmal luck on the Sitnikov case was about to change. She wanted the

Fired.Jane sat slumped in her car, her cold face pressed against the steering wheel, her hands gripping the hard plastic on either side of her head. She felt broken. Like she couldn't sit up properly and breath. She could only lay against the steering wheel of her car, motionless, outside of her former place of employment where moments before she had been forced to give up her gun and her badge.In a humiliating meeting she'd been called into the department head's office and made to explain her relentless pursuit of an upstanding citizen that led to his complaining to her superiors and threatening to withdraw funding from vital city projects. According to Jane's boss, Vladimir Sitnikov's lawyer had demanded the person responsible for dragging Sitnikov through the mud be held accountable. Of course, she knew it was by his order, not the lawyer's.A sob escaped her lips and she shook her head in despair. She had always been a cop. Right from the moment she turned eighteen and could e

Jane held onto the railing in a death grip, her body slamming unmercifully into the side of the metal fire escape. The rain made the metal slippery, she was forced to drop her weapon in favour of gaining a better more life-saving hold. Her taser fell thirty feet to the ground below. She feared her assailant might try to force her over the rest of the way, but he was too busy yanking himself up and then hurtling toward the stairs. He completely ignored her dangling body. She was grateful, but also slightly peeved that he hadn't offered her a helping hand. She was definitely going to tase the shit out of this guy when she got safely out of her current situation."Jane, where is he, he didn't come to the door. Should I take it down?" Hudson's voice sounded in her ear. She levered her body down, crawling carefully through the gaps in the railing until she was laying panting on the metal grate once more. She took two deep lung full's of precious air before rolling over and pushing to her