Okeeey, chap 3! Loving the reviews, you guys really know how to make me feel even more confident in this story and I'm doing my absolute best to deliver! Let's see what Rose does next shall we?

R POV

Walking behind my new prison keepers, I held my head high. I didn't care if Alto was a dick head or that his temper was more explosive than a ticking time bomb. I am Rose Hathaway A.K.A Mazur. I've been keeping my ass away from prison for the last eleven years that I carried the family name. And it didn't even bother me that they'd caught me because that was already in my plan. I killed the people who had the guts to threaten me and I think they've learned not to threaten me, because they're dead.

"Wipe that smirk off your face" Alto snapped, as we got closer to what looked like some fence, a tunnel with I don't know how many volts in them. What made me keep the smirk on my lips was the amount of men that we're gathered along the sides. I bet they're all here to get a glint of my famous piece of ass. And Alto wanted me to keep my smirk off my lips? Fat chance.

"So I guess all of those men over there are here to see me?" I had to make a comment on this; I wouldn't be me if I didn't.

Alto – Stan as I've found out his first name is – narrowed his eyes towards me, "Why does all females take male attention like it's a good thing?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, but it's not like I don't look good. I'm easy on the eyes if I say so myself and I do have some awesome hair I winked towards him. He just huffed and we walked forward as we got close I could see a small smirk paint his lips as he spoke loud enough for me to hear. "They'll be disappointed when they see you're nothing more than a female."

"I'm not just a female; I have a reputation and a good one. Thank you very much!" I snapped back. He sure did know how to upset a woman. Nothing was more repressing than men thinking all we can do is stand in a kitchen and pop out kids. I've killed more royals than any man in human history and I'm second in line of the most kills after some damn Russian.

Just female my ass!

"Talk all you want Hathaway" Stan said as he moved forward and the guards pulled me along, "But I'm the boss in here"

I rolled my eyes at that. Men always think they're the boss and no offence to my dad or anything – may his soul rest in peace or whatever – but I've done the greatest deeds during the time I've held up the family name. So if someone's the boss, it's me.

Starting to walk through the fenced up tunnel I could see all the men coming closer and it didn't take long before the nasty comments and catcalls started to pour over me.

"Ooh mama, give me some of that ass, my dick is feeling lonely!"

"That's some sweet looking pussy cat"

"Wanna sit on daddy's lap? I can give you a ride you'll never forget" He winked towards me and I smiled sweetly back at him,

"Sorry but I don't fuck men with an ego that's larger than their dicks," I gave the guy a quick look whilst saying "it doesn't look like you've got something to offer"

Some of them started to laugh but the man threw himself towards the fences yelling "bitch" and other words I've already been called before. I chuckled, some men never learn.

I started walking when I heard a faint huff from Alto as he muttered "Whore" under his breath. Now I am a lot of things, a bitch, fucking cunt, stubborn as hell and even a bit cruel at times but if there is one thing that I'm not. It is a whore and I don't take it lightly when people say I am something that I'm not.

"Hey fuck head!" I yelled getting his attention. His head snapped up, meeting my gaze, thunder in his eyes as he turned his body towards me, "What. Did you call me?"

The men behind the fence laughed and some said, "Ooh she shouldn't have said that"

"She's dead" and "Bitch got balls!"

"What did you say?" Alto yelled again taking a few long strides towards me. "You heard me fuck head and I don't like it when you dick heads call me things I know for sure that I'm not!"

He walked closer, "Oh you don't like it? What are you gonna do? Go run to daddy and cry- oh wait you can't" I started to fume because I knew exactly where he was going and he came far too close to my face before he finished, "He's dead"

I didn't even give him time to think when I quickly gathered my strength, swinging my leg gracefully but not gently as I placed my foot along the side of his face. Since they were stupid enough to unlock the chains along my feet when they put the ankle bracelet on, this would be an easy fight. He roughly fell to the ground and in a swift movement I took the chain that held my hands together around one of the guard's throat; which caught him off guard. He dropped his weapon trying to pull the chain away from his throat. As I still held this guard down, the other one quickly aimed his gun towards me. But I quickly kicked it out of his hands then had him on the ground as well, all this with a quick kick to the side of his face and one more to the ribs.

Piece of cake, although my thighs did hurt immensely since they were still wounded but that didn't stop me when I had enough fury and adrenalin moving through my veins. I once finished six men with just a single kitchen knife with two shots in the arm and an arrow though my shoulder.

The guards along the walls and on top of the towers started yelling for me to stop and some shots were fired off but I easily and gracefully avoided them.

Seeing Stan was about to get up, I was quick to stomp my foot down in the middle of his back before sweeping his arms away from underneath him. He grunted, as I gave the guard in my hands a hard hit to the head to shut him up. Still, one foot placed on his back and crouching down speaking for his ears only.

"Take this as a warning, don't talk to me like I'm just a female because I could easily kill you and I'm not even armed. And don't you dare speak about my father it'll only lead you towards more pain" I snapped straightening up and giving him a hard kick in the ribs.

Right after that I don't know how many guards that pounded me flat on the ground but damn, they were heavy! My face was pressed against the ground, putting pressure on both my wounded thighs. Son of bitch, it hurt!

I hadn't noticed until now that the prisoners on the other side of the fens were cheering and hollering. I guess the little show I put on must've entertained them.

"No food for the next three days!" Stan roared as a few guards helped him up but he pushed them away. Three guards were now holding me down and I'm not even sure how many guns where pointed at me. But all I could do was chuckle.

"What's so funny, Hathaway?" Stan roared drying his bloody mouth off with a towel which one of the guards handed to him.

"Well, firstly taking away my food for three days is more of a punishment for you and the other dudes in here than for me" I chuckled towards him.

I could hear his feet moving closer to me and as I saw his feet stop on each side of my head I was still smiling.

"And why is that?" I could hear that he was tired of me pulling all my crap, but I wouldn't be Rose if I didn't.

"Because if you think I'm crazy now, this is nothing against me hungry"

I couldn't see his face but I knew he thought I was kidding. People somehow never take me serious when I warn them about my food and I guess they just like learning the hard way.

"Does it look like I care?" He asked. I smiled trying to look up but I couldn't, "I can't see your face, Alto"

"I don't care. So Welcome to prison Hathaway, I'm the boss here and I say no food for you"

I sighed, "Fine, we'll see who be more sorry in a short amount of time and that won't be me"

D POV

I had finally gotten a small foot into the Christian Ozera doorway. I knew I would he would start talking to me sooner or later but now I was going in the right direction.

I'd been lifting junk at the outdoor gym when he actually came and spoke to me as he was working out as well. When he wasn't looking, a smile crept up onto my lips. The good part was that when this Mazur will arrive and I am on the good side of one of his closest. I had a good feeling about this. I wouldn't make this sort of an effort if I knew it wouldn't work. But being the master that I am, it worked out just perfectly.

I was on my second set pumping my biceps when I heard Ivashkov's light feet come jogging up beside me. I finished up before putting the weights down and turned around as he stopped next to me. I just raised a brow wondering why he'd been in such a hurry.

"I think you should join me over by the court yard" He said straightening up trying to even out his own breath.

"And why exactly should I be by the court yard with you, I'm lifting weights" I said about to return to them but he stopped me.

"Because Mazur just arrived and Stan is taking the walk"

My head snapped up meeting his gaze and I knew he was telling me the truth. My gaze quickly moved over to Ozera who had a wide smirk painted on his lips.

"This could be fun" was all he said before he dropped his weight and walked towards us as Ivashkov turned to walk with him and I followed in a swift movement.

I did want to see this but I've always wondered what Ozera meant when we spoke yesterday in the cafeteria when he said that after I'd seen Mazur I probably wouldn't want him on my team. But that was where he was wrong. He was a mastermind, a sleek mastermind that had kept himself hidden from every big police force during the latest thirty years. Whoever he was I would have him on my team.

Coming closer towards the fence tunnel all the guys seemed excited and cheering someone on and the guards being on the absolute edge. I guess Mazur was in the building. Ozera and Ivashkov pushed their way forward and I was right behind them. The fellows in here knew not to come to close, I could have a rather explosive temper from time to time and sometimes it ended with my fists start flying.

Ozera got in the front first. I just chuckled and shook his head as his arms crossed over his chest. "Of course, she did"

"So it's true then?" Ivashkov asked with wide eyes and one hand on Ozera's shoulder. "That is the Mazur"

"She's even worse then her father" He grinned amused towards Ivashkov. She?

"Could you tell me what the fuck you're talking about? And who is she?"

Ivashkov moved out of the way as Ozera pulled me toward, "See that handsome assed female on the ground there?" He grinned pointing towards three guards holding a long dark waterfall of a haired person down. I couldn't really see her ass but I got the point, "Yes what's with her and why is she here?"

Ozera's grin grew, "That my good sir is the one and only-"

"Mazur" I finished off when the pieces fell into place. A frown came over my face and I didn't really know how to react to this. Ozera seemed to notice this and continued to speak, "She might not look like much now" Ivashkov tuned in as Christian spoke, "She's a foreign beauty, but don't be consumed by her looks. She's fucking crazy!"

"I can't believe it" Ivashkov said still a bit shocked.

"Me neither" I grumbled before walking closer to the fence. "Alto!" I called out getting his attention. He was drying his mouth off with a towel and I spotted red dots on it. She couldn't have possibly done that, could she?

He met my gaze and moved over towards me, still drying off. As he got closer I noticed a red swollen spot on the side of his face and he was holding onto the left side of his ribs like they hurt a bit. She couldn't have, could she?

He stopped in front of me but moved his back towards me watching the scene along with me. "What's all this?" I asked leaning against one of the poles.

"Son of a bitch is crazy and the latest edition to the prison collection. Although I'm finding it very hard to believe she could've of done everything that name is known for but I do have to admit she sure knows how to move"

I raised my brows towards him as he spoke. I smiled teasingly, "You mean you got you ass handed to you? By a girl?"

His head turned towards me and his eyes were narrowed "You better shut the fuck up Belikov before I kick your Russian ass; I'm not in the mood for any sort of comments right now"

"Women can have that effect on you..." I said as my eyes moved over to the female on the ground. "So she's it?"

He threw the towel away, "Yes and I'm not happy having her here at all, she seemed to amuse Petrov in the office" he rolled his eyes, "I won't have her ruining the order I've built up in this place and I expect you to help me out in that matter"

I raised my hands in a peaceful manner, "I'm all for being on your good side, I'll keep her in check, after all it's just one woman"

His gaze met mine, "That's what you think" and then he walked away from me signaling towards the guards to bring her along. Taking in all I could in the short amount of time I saw her I could see bleeding spots on each of her thighs. Probably fresh wounds after whatever she just pulled.

My eyes moved down her orange overall clad body and even though it was loose fit it clung in certain places. The woman sure got some curves. Exotic wide hips, not a tiny waist but still probably got the hour glass thing going, a thick set of hair and a large rack on top of that. As if feeling my gaze upon her, her head snapped my way and her features sure was easy on the eyes. Big eyes and plump lips but you could tell by the gaze in her eyes she sure had some ego. I narrowed my eyes her way, I sure had a new mission in front of me and that was to find out.

Who Mazur really is and if that really is her.

Sooo? What do you think? Good fight? What will happen next? What do YOU want to happen?

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