BOOK ONE ~35~

RUSSIA, MOSCOW: 3RD PERSON'S POV

The furious woman slammed her fists onto the poor table in front of her. Her rage could be enough to send the table crumbling.

"I can't believe it. How could she have managed to thwart all three attempts to end her life? I mean, who blows up a church? She is as sadistic as her useless father." The woman all but growled.

The man sitting quietly at the corner of the room glanced at the table she was banging her fists on with sympathy.

The table, which was always at the receiving end of the woman's pent up anger, looked like it was ready to give up and give way.

"Like Diego stated once, if you want something done you must do it yourself. The Russians failed us. The people they connived with, Delilah, Sabrina and Leila also failed us. You need to take Matters into your own hands if you want the bitch dead." The man commented.

The woman had been planning for years. She had only stroked three times, indirectly at that, but her daughter had always managed to