of it. I may even bring back a woman for my son.”
“Always the romantic… but you know the only woman Nikita will ever love is Natasha. When she puts a bullet in the woman’s brain you’re rescuing tonight, how is that going to work out for you?”
He completely ignores my sarcasm when he turns to answer me.
“That’s even better. Natasha, a Russian cleaner, for a daughter-in-law? I can think of nothing I would love more than that. It’s evident Kodiak’s woman is a bit more timid in nature, and I need some female fighters to join the ranks.”
“I can assure you that by the time Kodiak is done with that girl, she won’t be timid anymore.”
“Is that what happened to you? I toughened you up?”
“I wasn’t timid when you met me.”
“You can say that again.”
“I wasn’t timid when you met me.”
“Smart-ass,” he chuckles
“And you can say that again, my Russian rogue.”
“I got your rogue right here.”
I watch as my husband suggestively grabs his crotch and leers at me.
“Yeah, well, just make sure to bring it back safely after you’re done hiding cameras in the big, bad gangbanger’s house.”
“I promise you, wife of mine, if anyone dies tonight, it damn sure won’t be me or anyone on my team.”
Chapter Twenty
Glazov
I haven’t told my wife, but I love doing shit like this. Infiltrating the enemy’s camp, and planting surveillance right under their noses, is a fucking adrenaline rush that I love. I’ll never tire of the feeling.
We make our way into the west end area of Louisville, Kentucky. The house where the woman is being held is right next to a pool hall where I assume the other gang members must be. After all, they own it. Ricardo informed me of the details when I spoke to him. It will come in handy when I have their main headquarters blown off the map with all their members in it. We are hidden in the brush that surrounds the house, and the gang members haven’t even bothered to pull the blinds or shut the window where the woman is being held. Dumb-asses . Judging by the unprofessionalism I’ve already noted, it should be easy to plant the surveillance.
One of my men creeps over to peek inside one of the windows, trying to gather Intel on what we’re up against. He reports back that the bastards have her locked in a cage like an animal. She’s bound, gagged, and only has dog dishes for food and water. I know, in that moment, that I’m not going to be able to leave her here as planned. Judging by the look on Nikita’s face, he feels the same way. Those dog dishes aren’t sitting well with either of us.
I’m all about kink, but degrading a woman against her will pisses me off. No doubt, the poor girl is scared to death, and I won’t be able to look myself in the mirror if I leave her here to endure further torment. Knowing they plan to kill her in a snuff film just so sickos can watch it on the Internet makes me feel physically ill.
The new plan is for Nikita to get through the window and get the girl. We’ll make sure the one guard on duty doesn’t catch on to what we’re doing. If anybody can pick the lock on that cage, it’s Nikita. From the time he was a small boy, I have taught him all the skills he might need to confront an enemy. My sons, as well as my daughter, have been taught everything I know to prepare them for the life of violence they will live because they were born Bratva.
I creep around the side of the house and head toward the front porch. There’s only one man standing just outside the door. He’s smoking a joint and talking shit to a woman on his cell phone—so far so good. As long as I can hear his voice, I know my son is okay.
This isn’t how I planned on things going down, but knowing she’s being fed using dog dishes was just too much, even for seasoned criminal like me.
Everything is fine until the son of a bitch says he needs to go check on something. Though he doesn’t come right out and say where he is going,
“Always the romantic… but you know the only woman Nikita will ever love is Natasha. When she puts a bullet in the woman’s brain you’re rescuing tonight, how is that going to work out for you?”
He completely ignores my sarcasm when he turns to answer me.
“That’s even better. Natasha, a Russian cleaner, for a daughter-in-law? I can think of nothing I would love more than that. It’s evident Kodiak’s woman is a bit more timid in nature, and I need some female fighters to join the ranks.”
“I can assure you that by the time Kodiak is done with that girl, she won’t be timid anymore.”
“Is that what happened to you? I toughened you up?”
“I wasn’t timid when you met me.”
“You can say that again.”
“I wasn’t timid when you met me.”
“Smart-ass,” he chuckles
“And you can say that again, my Russian rogue.”
“I got your rogue right here.”
I watch as my husband suggestively grabs his crotch and leers at me.
“Yeah, well, just make sure to bring it back safely after you’re done hiding cameras in the big, bad gangbanger’s house.”
“I promise you, wife of mine, if anyone dies tonight, it damn sure won’t be me or anyone on my team.”
Chapter Twenty
Glazov
I haven’t told my wife, but I love doing shit like this. Infiltrating the enemy’s camp, and planting surveillance right under their noses, is a fucking adrenaline rush that I love. I’ll never tire of the feeling.
We make our way into the west end area of Louisville, Kentucky. The house where the woman is being held is right next to a pool hall where I assume the other gang members must be. After all, they own it. Ricardo informed me of the details when I spoke to him. It will come in handy when I have their main headquarters blown off the map with all their members in it. We are hidden in the brush that surrounds the house, and the gang members haven’t even bothered to pull the blinds or shut the window where the woman is being held. Dumb-asses . Judging by the unprofessionalism I’ve already noted, it should be easy to plant the surveillance.
One of my men creeps over to peek inside one of the windows, trying to gather Intel on what we’re up against. He reports back that the bastards have her locked in a cage like an animal. She’s bound, gagged, and only has dog dishes for food and water. I know, in that moment, that I’m not going to be able to leave her here as planned. Judging by the look on Nikita’s face, he feels the same way. Those dog dishes aren’t sitting well with either of us.
I’m all about kink, but degrading a woman against her will pisses me off. No doubt, the poor girl is scared to death, and I won’t be able to look myself in the mirror if I leave her here to endure further torment. Knowing they plan to kill her in a snuff film just so sickos can watch it on the Internet makes me feel physically ill.
The new plan is for Nikita to get through the window and get the girl. We’ll make sure the one guard on duty doesn’t catch on to what we’re doing. If anybody can pick the lock on that cage, it’s Nikita. From the time he was a small boy, I have taught him all the skills he might need to confront an enemy. My sons, as well as my daughter, have been taught everything I know to prepare them for the life of violence they will live because they were born Bratva.
I creep around the side of the house and head toward the front porch. There’s only one man standing just outside the door. He’s smoking a joint and talking shit to a woman on his cell phone—so far so good. As long as I can hear his voice, I know my son is okay.
This isn’t how I planned on things going down, but knowing she’s being fed using dog dishes was just too much, even for seasoned criminal like me.
Everything is fine until the son of a bitch says he needs to go check on something. Though he doesn’t come right out and say where he is going,
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