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R POV
I jerked awake as I felt cold water drench my body. My breathing was loud and shaky. I was in a small room and from the noises I heard, I think I was in a moving vehicle? Or was it a boat? It didn't take more than 2 seconds for me to realize they'd caught me and had moved me quicker than I expected although they were awfully clumsy whilst doing it. Looking up, seeing four male guards and their smirking faces, it wasn't exactly my favorite view. But it was predictable. The people keeping this world in place are way to predictable these days. I cleared my throat just checking if I had their attention.
"Morning gents, I bet all of you are feeling very happy with yourselves" I said sitting up cracking my neck. Damn it, how long had I been asleep on this godforsaken floor?
"Wow" one of them said, "It can talk"
I rolled my eyes; men were always trying to be so cocky. "She, I'm a female, not some damn animal!"
"Witty, I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you" The man next to me said giving me a hard look.
I raised my brows pulling a little at the chains around my wrist. "And why is that? I am Mazur after all, and it has taken you a bit too long to catch me. How long have I been on top of the most wanted list? Twenty, Thirty years?" I gave them all a questioning look. None of them looked very amused anymore.
Suddenly, one of them kicked me hard on the side of my hip – where they so gladly had shot me whenever it was they caught me. And did it hurt like a mother fucker? Holy shit yes, it did. What the hell did I do to deserve that?
I grunted, clenching my teeth but not giving them the satisfaction to scream. "Didn't your mother teach you not to hit people who are already down, or at least not kick on the same place twice?" I asked trying to sound nice.
He huffed, "Trust me, you're worth much worse than this. Sending you to Tarasov is a very nice punishment for you if you'd ask me"
"You'd be better off dead!" another said shooting me daggers and I rolled my eyes.
"But that would be too easy, why not make me suffer a little for my crimes before killing me? I mean the cold water was rather inventive, but sending me to Tarasov is like telling me Santa comes down the chimney on Christmas. Way to predictable" I told them.
"What would you have done then?" The fourth said looking at me questionably.
I grinned towards him, "Now why would I tell you and make shit worse for myself? I might be a female but I'm not as stupid as the male race" I gave them all a nice smile.
All of them huffed and one of them even pointed a gun towards me. Did it scare me? Nope. But why ruin his fun? I'll let him think he's got the upper hand for a little while.
I relaxed my face towards the guards and tried moving my legs but it was hard when they were also chained together.
"How about you put the gun away and talk like normal people? And are all these chains really necessary?" I tugged at them once again, which brought back the cocky looks on the guard's faces again. One of them just sighed and turned his back towards me.
"I can't believe all these years we thought the big Mazur was a man, and it's just a cocky female who's good with a gun"
"I'm not just good with a gun," I filled in since I'd heard what he said, "I'm fucking amazing and you should only know how inventive I can be"
"Just shut the fuck up until we get there" He snapped probably not appreciating what I had to say. I rolled my eyes once again and sighed, men...
! (I use the question marks instead of something like *** or –')('- If you know what I mean? This is where I make a line like a jump in time or such. )
It was just ridiculous the amount of guards that was surrounding the dock when I arrived. Since the fuckers who caught me were nice enough to give me new flesh wounds on both my sides, I had a minor problem with standing up on my own. I know, I could suck it up and limp on my own but why walk when I can be dragged along the dirty ground. Do note my sarcasm...
I sighed again and rolled my eyes as I started counting the amount of guards. I mean shit, seriously? I know I've killed a great deal of people and might have robbed a few banks and killed a king or five but 27 guards? Really?
I smiled when I let it get to my head though, 27 guards is pretty hard core and I am the most wanted felon in the world after all! At least I can arrive with style.
Cursing my way up a great amount of stairs and a too short elevator ride, I was finally walking down a hall that I would suspect would be my final destination. So far I wasn't surprised by anything, everything was very predictable. Security cameras, armed guards, guards with dogs and then some more armed guards.
We stopped outside a large door before it opened and I was dragged inside. There was a large desk and even more heavily armed guards along the walls. Then finally something surprised me, behind the desk wasn't some fat red faced fuck head of a man. It was actually a woman. I smiled in surprise and amusement as I limped forward with the guards, my eyes never leaving her. She was very good looking and I had a very strong feel about her, definitely not someone who got pushed around. More of a highly respected woman, I like it!
She looked up meeting my gaze but her face didn't change one bit.
Badass.
The two guards that helped me stand stopped a few yards away from her and I could feel the tension in the room. I bet the guys along the walls with the heavy guns were more scared of me than the woman unarmed behind her desk.
"I see that the whole world has judged the most wanted criminal mind for a man when you're in fact a woman" She said stone faced.
"Um, thank you?"
A small smile appeared on her lips as she leaned back in her seat, "We've been underestimating you Ms. Mazur, but I can assure you that I will personally take nothing for granted from now on. Whatever you will do, I will expect it"
I smiled at her liking her style, "Firstly call me Rose and secondly I think you're up for one hell of a ride, I can assure you of that"
She just nodded before sitting back up opening what looked like my file. All it said was Mazur on the front. "Before I inform you about anything else I just want to go through your file, see if I can get some more information about you since we barely have any. I suppose that Rose is short for Rosemarie?"
"Yes ma'am" I nodded.
"So Rosemarie Mazur where-"
"Hathaway, Rosemarie Hathaway. Mazur is more of a stage name I caught on after my father"
She studied me for a few seconds looking a bit surprised and I don't blame her. This is the first time the public eye has ever come in contact with 'Mazur' since the beginning of my father's criminal career.
"I suppose that it was your father that started, since we've been looking for him for the last thirty years and you don't look a day past twenty five"
"I turned twenty four last month and yes after he was killed I took on his legacy"
She wrote everything down and she nodded along as I spoke. This barely felt like I was going to jail, more like a meeting to sort out my personal information. Although I bet this was just the beginning.
"What exactly was your motive on your latest kill?"
The question took me by surprise. I studied this woman behind her desk before I answered.
"Well Miss?"
"Petrov"
"Well Ms. Petrov he was in fact my latest lover"
Her eyes grew wide and brows went high on her forehead. She sat even straighter and cleared her throat before she spoke, "You mean you had an affair with the Prince of France?"
I could feel all eyes on me now and I found it rather amusing.
"The whole story is rather amusing, I had my affair with him then he left me for his fiancé whom the whole world seems to love. Then he was about to report my true identity to the feds and I just couldn't have that"
"Why kill him first? Why not just give yourself up freely?" She asked studying me really hard, ready to write down whatever answer I had for her.
"Well the poor sucker had to die first. I couldn't let him just walk away, that wouldn't be me. Because no one threatens Rose Hathaway Mazur and gets away with it." I said giving her a pointed look. Her face was emotionless but I knew she wasn't untouched by my little confession.
Before she could question me further I could hear pounding steps outside the door and suddenly the door flew open. Some guards reacted quickly aiming their gun towards the man in the doorway but quickly returned into original position. I guess he is someone important?
His face was red and boiling with anger as his eyes first met Ms. Petrov's then gave me a quick glace.
"This has to be some sick joke"
I raised my brows before looking back towards Petrov, "Whose red face?"
To my surprise a small smile appeared on her lips as her gaze was set on the man behind me. "It's not a joke Mr. Alto, it's the very truth and Ms. Hathaway here, is most amused to be here.
His gaze fluttered over to me as I grinned right back at him, "What she said" I winked and I could see how I was pushing his buttons. He clenched and unclenched his fists and exhaled loudly.
"How?" He said through gritted teeth.
"Well" I started, "It all started the day-"
"Not you!" He snapped shooting daggers at me with his eyes, "Petrov, her file. Now!" he walked forward as she held it out to him. He paced back and forth as he skimmed through it, his lips moving as he read. Now this was what I called amusing, maybe prison wouldn't be so bad after all?
He slammed the file down into the desk before turning to me. The whole room was thick with tension. But I think the guards along the walls were more on edge and afraid than I was. I might be hurt and can barely stand on my own but I've been through worse. He's just a man after all.
His eyes never left mine as he started making his way towards me. He stopped about a yard away and the guards holding me up tensed slightly. This only made me smile. Pussies.
"I guess a welcome is in order Ms. Mazur-"
"Hathaway" I corrected.
His eyes narrowed as his jaw clenched, "Don't. Interrupt me while I'm talking"
I raised a brow just thinking that he was silly now. But before I even had time to react his leg shot out and that son of a bitch kicked me right on my freshly shot thigh.
I double over hissing loudly and clenching my teeth to hold a scream back. I wouldn't give him that much of a satisfaction.
I flipped my hair back and looked up at his smirking face. I ignored the pain as I slowly straightened up. "Is that how you welcome all your prisoners?"
His smirk disappeared. He didn't like me being witty I bet he thought he was in charge after the low blow he just pulled but nope. It takes more than that to get me on my knees.
"I won't have your witty comments Hathaway, I won't. I won't give you any special treatments just because you're a woman. I won't even look twice if I see someone beating the living shit out of you. You will wear whatever the other prisoners will wear, you will eat whatever they eat and your cell will look just like the others will. Do I make myself clear?"
I shrugged my shoulders and licked my lips before I spoke, "As long as you don't touch my hair I'm fine. A girl got to take care of her beauty assets you know" I teased and sent him another wink.
His fist clenched. He was having a damn hard time keeping his temper in check I noticed. I bet this Alto man and I would be great friends.
"There will be no special treatments, do you hear me? I don't care what it might be." He said crossing his arms over his chest.
I smiled, "That's fine, you don't even have to give me a separate shower schedule. I can shower with the men, I bet it'll be more fun for them than me"
I could see his anger just boiling within. Ms. Petrov spoke before the Stan man could.
"I can guarantee you separate shower schedules Ms. Hathaway but other than that no special treatments. Although I will monthly supply you with female toiletries, just for your acknowledgement"
"I thought I said no special treatments!" Alto roared turning towards his female college,
I rolled my eyes before meeting Petrov's gaze "Thank you for the supplement thingy and Alto I don't think your men have their period coming monthly so I think they're needed. Unless you'd like to hand them to me?"
"Enough!" He shouted turning towards Petrov again. "Put the bracelet on so I can lock her up. I'm tired of this nonsense"
Ms. Petrov got out of her chair with what looked like a bracelet in her hand, ankle bracelet maybe?
She handed it to one of the guards to kneel before me and locked it around my ankle. I gave it a look and smiled, "Jewelry, how nice of you"
Alto sighed deeply but I could see Ms. Petrov hiding a small amused looking smirk. I gave the bracelet a second look "You guys must really hate my guts" I smiled looking around the room before meeting his gaze again. "Although I am flattered I've succeeded in the feared reputation matter"
His gaze was stone hard but I could see that behind him Petrov found my attitude just a tiny bit amusing. I already liked that woman.
D POV
"Ozera" His eyes shifted towards mine as he was passing me in the cafeteria.
"Sit" I told him holding his gaze making him stop. He narrowed his eyes while looking back at me and I just raised a brow daring him to keep walking.
"Thanks but-"
"That wasn't an invitation," I said cutting him off. "Sit" I turned towards the rest of the guys by the table, "Scat"
"What?" one of them asked giving Ozera a pointed look before looking back at me, I shot him glare "Now"
The table was empty within a few seconds. I continued eating before giving Ozera another look, "You gonna stand there all day or do I have to shove you into your seat?"
He sat down without a word studying me during the whole time. Then he spoke, "I think you have anger management issues and no I won't talk about Mazur"
A small smile played on my lips, "I didn't even ask about Mazur"
"But your right hand man has, and I still won't talk. He can punch my face all he wants but nothing will come out" He said not really caring while digging around in his food.
"Is that why your face looks like shit?" I asked clearly amused by him.
"He doesn't look too good either"
I grinned, "I know, I see his pretty face everyday. Nice job though"
He just nodded in return and continues shoving food into his mouth. I drank some water before I started speaking again, "Now, I know you don't want to talk about your former employee, boss or whatever he was. All I want you to know is that if you want to be apart of a group inside this place, you should be with me"
"And why is that?" He asked leaning back again giving me a funny look.
"Because inside the walls I'm the boss and I can make things happen." I said shrugging like it wasn't a bit deal. But it was. I was. I'm a big deal.
He narrowed his, staying silent as if considering something. I let him think as I continued eating and stopped when he spoke again.
"I'm not saying, I'm in, but if I am, I won't give anything up about my colleague"
I raised my hands in a peaceful gesture, "Fine, I'll meet him soon anyway"
Now I got a funny look.
I bet he didn't know. I smirked, "You don't know?"
"What do you mean him?" He asked. I frowned for a second. Is this guy stupid or something?
I shook my head before speaking, "They caught Mazur and he's on his way here as we speak"
His reaction wasn't what I was expecting. He smiled. He actually right out grinned. Something was seriously messed up in this guy's head.
He got up and out of his seat taking his tray but before he left he turned to me still smiling.
"I can tell you this, he wasn't caught. He isn't that stupid. I bet he's here on purpose, just to change things up. It's a crazy fucker after all. I bet he will turn your whole world upside down and I don't think you'll want him on your team" he chuckled and left.
What the fuck is wrong with this guy? And why is he always laying extra umphs on words like he and him?
I shook my head; people just get more and more fucked up inside this place. And this is already the most fucked up prison in the world. You'd think things couldn't be more fucked. Apparently it can
But everyone can't be like me. No one can be like Dimitri Belikov; I'm like the one and only Dimitri Belikov.
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