Chapter Six

Official Business

Dimitri POV

I think what I did was right, but for the wrong reasons. I was starting to develop feelings Rose, and I think she was starting to feel something for me as well. But I left. This only makes me a bigger coward. I know I should have stayed back and confessed what I had been feeling to her in hopes that she could return that, but I knew that I had some serious business to attend to first.

Safety first, remember?

They didn't teach that to us in first grade for nothing, I suppose.

I packed my two bigger guns as well as a small bag full of clothes and other necessities. I plan to be gone for a week, but it might take longer. Much longer. I hailed a taxi cab that took me to the train station. It was probably five am in the morning, and I knew that Rose didn't wake up till at least nine or so, so I had time to clean up my shit and leave, though I left a little more than half of my stuff behind underneath my bed. I hoped Rose wouldn't find my guns and pass out again. That scared me nearly half to death.

I got onto the train. There were few people on the train, but not enough to be worried about. I took a seat next to a window and leaned back. This would be a while . . . I pulled out a photo that I had taken from Rose's room the previous night while she had been sleeping. I don't really know why I did it, but every time I look at it, I feel comforted.

It was a picture of Rose and her friend who she called Lissa. I didn't really care about this Lissa girl, but Rose looked spectacular in this photo. It was recent, I could tell since Rose didn't look that much more different than she had when I had seen her face yesterday. They were both leaning over with their arms around each other's necks laughing at something, but looking straight into the camera. This, I would keep.

I shut my eyes as a smile graces my lips and my thoughts land on Rose.

Nearly four hours later, I was awoken out of my wondrous dreams of Rose in a nurse outfit when the train came to an end. The conductor said something in Russian in a muffled voice, and then came the English translation.

Baia was my destination. I got off the train, and immediately everyone at the station eyes diverted to me. I knew I was good looking, and sometimes that worked to my advantage, but other times it only drew attention to me. My hair was pulled into a loose hair tie on my neck, and I only wore casual dark jeans and a V-neck with a grey fleece sweater over that.

Leaving the train station, I realized I only had one option. I would have to hijak a car. Once again. At least I was good at it. I kept my stuff at my side as I searched for a suitable car. I found one, finally. I looked around. Everyone was scurrying around to get to their train on time, so nobody would notice me in the back stealing this car. My eyes widened.

The car was unlocked.

What a dumbass, I thought. Well, their loss. I opened the door and pulled the wires out from under the steering wheel and rubbed them together. The car roared to life, and I pulled out and left the train station. I didn't have to go far from there; I knew exactly where I was headed.

Tasha Ozera's estate.

Tasha was an old friend of mine. She had mistook our relationship for something more, but I didn't care for her that way. I had to break it to her that I only saw her as a friend, and well, that didn't end very well. She tried to take advantage of me, and in turn, I slashed a knife across her face. Now, she has the world's ugliest scar, and everyone knows that I did it. But nobody really knows the real truth; why I did it, and that will most likely stay a secret forever.

After this, she knew I was involved in the Mafia, so she tried to join as well. Women in the mafia was frowned upon, so when she joined, she wasn't treated too fairly. I felt bad for her because of this, but there was nothing in my power that I could do to help her . . . plus after how she treated me, I didn't particularly want to help her with anything.

So now, Tasha gets paid by anonymous people to kill people. I knew about her operation from the start. The only thing is, she never really kills anyone; the people who work for her do. It's kind of ridiculous, really, she gets people to do her dirty work. It pisses me off.

The estate is surrounded by a maze, but I know an easier way to get in. It was nearing noon, so I would have to find somewhere to stay until night fall, for my duty was simple and easier if done at night.

I would kill Tasha Ozera.

She did, after all, massacre my family, so I think it would be only fair.

I found this out only a couple months before I was blackmailed. Some of Tasha's henchmen had surrounded my house one night, and fired until each gun was out of bullets. It was unfortunate, for both Tasha and I, because her main objective was to kill me. She had once said, "If I can't have you, no one can," she was the jealous type.

And so, there went my whole bloodline, I had no one left. It nearly killed me, however, because I kept my family close to my heart. I loved them all so much- well except for my father, but that was a different matter.

Now that I have the material to do this, I would get it done with quickly. This event had only given me extra time to think about my precious Roza, so it wasn't too conflicting with my regular life . . . well not that I really had one anymore. I was always on the run now, and it ate at me constantly.

I checked into a motel. It wasn't too seedy, but could probably be classified as low class. I didn't mind much; all I needed was one night, then I would have to leave for a while.

I dropped my luggage on the bed and opened up the suitcase. This was alway difficult- putting together a gun. I never really got very good at it, but at least the procedure was pretty fun. I clicked pieces together and launched the ammunition into the butt. I probably would get a couple dozen rounds of bullets out before having to reload.

I slid one of the guns under the bed, and then went to the second. I fixed this one up and added the ammo, it was good as well.

The bed was uncomfortable, but I would have to make do. I suddenly missed Rose's guest bed. It was fluffy and warm, and brought me to peace. However, this bed is no better than sleeping on sandpaper.

Sometime after that, I must have fell asleep. I hate complaining about things. I looked at the alarm clock on the side table. It was eight o'clock PM. I looked out the window and saw it was nearly pitch black out.

Perfect.

I put on a big coat, it was khaki and very expensive, so it better do me some good. I pulled the strap of the gun over my shoulder. It hid pretty well underneath the jacket, so that I wouldn't have to worry about. I just needed to get out of here, and over to Tasha's house. The faster she's dead, the better I will feel.

Leaving the motel wasn't hard. This time, I hailed a taxi. I was starting to feel sick about stealing so many cars and leaving them unattended. When I was about two blocks away from Tasha's estate, I told the driver to stop. I had no intention of paying him, so I held the gun to his head, and he stopped pestering me about it.

At a quarter-mile radius from her house, there were guards stationed. These would be the first to take out, I decided. Behind the side of a house, I held my gun straight and didn't make a move. I looked through the sniper view until I got the first unfortunate man's head in my view. I pulled the trigger, and silently, he dropped. Dead.

God, that was satisfying; it's been too long. I moved out from behind the side of the house, but my eye caught something- a man- and I jumped back. This man was further down the street, probably about a block away. I had his head in my view, and so I pulled the trigger. The man moved, and the shot went into his neck. Ouch, I thought. He dropped to his knees and held his hands around his throat, but then fell to the floor unconscious, and ten to one- dead.

Well, sucks to be him.

I shrugged it off. I tucked the gun under my jacket and stuffed my hands in my pockets as I walked hurriedly down the street. Around Tasha's house was a tall, about ten feet, brick wall. Inside that is a hedged maze. But one hundred and eighty degrees to the left of the building is a secret entrance. It's just a door, a door that could save me from wandering aimlessly for hours. I checked down at my watch, it was nearing nine.

There was an alley way that led to the door, and I shot the man that was supposed to be guarding it. I took the keys from around his waist and unlocked the door. This led to what seemed like the garage. There were two Ferraris, one black and the other red along with a silver Bentley. Those would all go to waste. I smirked.

Through a door was the actual house. Tasha must have had little activity recently for her to have such a small amount of guards on duty. Either that, or she is as stupid as I remember her. Ignorant, naive, insolent. Same old Tasha.

I entered the house just as a guard was walking through. I swung my gun over my shoulder and pressed it to his heart and pulled the trigger. He dropped at my feet and some of his blood splattered on my shoes. Gross.

I kicked him over and pulled a small handgun from his belt. This would be, no doubt, easier to use.

I crept through the house then. Luckily, I had been here before, so it wasn't that difficult to navigate. Though the place was huge, I knew every individual room. I hoped that this would be as easy as I expected it to be.

There was a faint buzz coming from the master bedroom. No doubt, Tasha would be in there. I pushed the door open.

Tasha was under someone, a man I deducted, and making out with him fiercely. I rolled my eyes and pulled up the hand gun I just stole and shot the man in the head. Tasha screamed out at the sudden weight. She pushed him off her and emerged from the bed sitting up straight.

The only thing I could thing of doing was sighing in annoyance and resting my hand on my hips. "This is how you spend your time?" I ask in a pissed tone.

Tasha has the gall to give me a flirty smile as she licks her lips suggestively. Her red lipstick is smeared all over her face and the straps from her nightgown are sliding down her arms. She is near naked, and to top it off, she's trying to flirt with me now. Right after I killed her lover.

"Seriously," I began as I paced the room over to her side of the bed, the gun still in my hand. "This is low, even for you," I said disgustedly.

Tasha seemed to sober. "Oh? And you're much better?" she asked and leaned over, pushing her breasts together with her arms. "Come on, Dimka," her lips formed another playful smile. "You know you miss this," she said, the tips of her breasts falling out.

I looked away, sickened. "Tasha, stop," I said, and refused to look at her. Tasha reached out and grabbed my collar with a shocking amount of strength. She pulled me down to her level, but not fast enough where I couldn't place the barrel of my gun into her gullet.

There was a sudden look of horror on her face. It was familiar, all too familiar. It reminded me of something . . . something I couldn't put my finger on. Rose! That was it.

Yesterday. The memory flooded back to me and for a second I was off guard.

I was listening to loud music through my black iPod. Very loud, might I add. I never really did this; but I was in the mood to tune out. I just happened to be configuring my guns just then. I was sitting on my calfs with my back facing the door, so I was not at all checking my surroundings. This was insufficient and lazy, but right then I didn't really care. My thoughts were else where . . . Okay, I was thinking about Rose.

I was in the middle of finishing up putting together my FN Scar when I heard a faint noise. It was so faint that I brushed it off. I didn't think it was much of a threat since I was secure in Rose's house.

Only then when I felt the air on my back did I realize someone was here. In my hurry I didn't even get a good look at the person before I was on my feet and pressing the barrel of my gun against the person's chest.

Only . . . this was Rose.

I realized this a second too late. There was this look of sheer horror and shock on her face, and it terrified me. I had done something to her that she would never forget. Regret flooded my features as I dropped my gun to the floor and ripped the earphones from my ears.

"Rose!" I called out to her, although she was right in front of me. I was so embarrassed and mad at myself that I didn't think I would ever let this go.

"What are . . . how is . . ." Rose tore her eyes away from the guns on the floor, and back up to my face.

"Rose I can explain," I said and pointed to the guns on the floor. "It's for protection," I whispered and Rose started to turn blue. Her eyes rolled back into her head and I lurched forward to catch her before she fell. I held her close to me as she was limp in my arms. "I'm sorry, Roza," I murmured into her ear.

I felt so bad about the whole phenomenon, and that coming from me was hard to believe. I never feel bad for anyone or anything.

Back to the situation at hand, I still had the gun pressed against her throat and Tasha still had a strong grip on my collar. I let out a snarl as I pressed the tip further into her neck. Her breathing hitched, but she brought her lips to mine in a harsh movement. She wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled me closer. I couldn't find my strength, and it was pissing me off.

With a sudden push, Tasha was off me and I was standing over her. Tasha cowered under me, but then a smug look crossed her face. "You know, I kind of like it better like this," she said, gesturing to the fact that I was leaning over her on the bed.

"Tasha, don't forget that I'm the one with the gun," I told her calmly and raised my gun to her forehead. A terrified look crossed her face, but then quickly vanished into more smugness. "You killed my family, I will kill yours. Except this time, you will die also," I told her.

"Miss your Mommy?" Tasha asked, a bitchy smile curling her lips. "What about your sisters? Did you ever even like them in the first place? Or pretend, like you did with me?" she asked, a scowl growing on her face.

I smacked Tasha across the face with my gun. "Do not talk to me like that," I said icily. Her eyebrows furrowed in hurt as she raised her hand slowly to hold her cheek.

"Dimka . . ." she moaned. "All I wanted from you was love! I don't understand why you never returned my feelings! I offered you everything, and you left!"

"Tasha," I said and breathed out an annoyed sigh. "There was never anything going on between us, I don't know why you're deluding yourself that there was," I told her in a calm voice. Why I was continuing to talk to her, I don't know. I just wanted her dead.

"I. Loved. You!" Tasha shouted.

"I can tell. Your friend here looks pretty lonely," I said, gesturing to the dead man laying next to her.

Tasha's face scrunched up in anger and frustration. She threw her fist at my face, but I caught it only inches before it met my cheek. I gripped her hand tightly; this was the last straw. "I hope your family burns in hell!"

I pulled the trigger, and the bullet launched into her brain. She fell back down against her pillow, her eyes rolling back into her head. Blood leaked out of her wound, and as disgusting and horrifying as it was, I couldn't tear my eyes away.

I cracked a grin. It was sadistic, but in truth, I felt great. I was avenging my family's death, and well, pay back is a bitch. For good measures, I shot her again.

A man broke into the room then, but I didn't give him a second look. I just shot him. I walked over to him and gave him a once over. Didn't look too familiar. Whatever, I'm out of here.

As I was walking down the first hall, I heard a bullet fly past my head. I turned on my heal and pointed my gun straight at one man's leg. There was another next to him, and I shot him in the cheek. I shot the first guy again, but this time in the face. God, these guys are starting to get pesky. And it's a damn shame that I have to slaughter so many just for the death of one woman.

These guards didn't seem to be trained very well, because, if they had been, I'd be dead on the floor by now. Though, I have to say, I'm pretty hard to take advantage of.

I shot four more men after that, and I set to the streets. I didn't need to take a taxi back, because at this time of night very few even ran. I had my hands in my pockets with my head down the whole time, and no one even tried to bother me. I ended up at the shitty motel only twenty minutes later. I had disposed of the handgun back in a dumpster on one of the streets.

I laid back in bed and though of the one person that brought me peace. My Roza.

I woke up late the next morning, and I cursed out loud. I packed all my stuff together, dissembling the guns. I put everything away and left shortly after.

I had one destination now, even if it was only a safe haven. I got over to the train station, and took the first train back to Siberia. In an apartment near my friend Mikhail's shop lived my friend Spiridon. I knew him from a while back, when I was new in the mafia. He was a good friend of mine, but like me, he was also blackmailed, and now has little part in the mafia at all.

When I arrived, he was home. He opened the door with a smile as he shook my hand and let me in.

"Hey, I need to crash here for a while," I told him impishly as I scratched my neck.

Spiridon only laughed and slapped my back. "No problem, man, stay as long as you want," he said with a wide smile. It then . . . faltered a little. "What . . . what did you do?"

I didn't hesitate. "Tasha had to be dealt with," I said quietly. Spiridon laughed out loud.

"Aah, I'm so proud of you," Spiridon laughed and ushered me inside.

TBC

K, I meant to update this last night, but my mom made me go to bed. D: Oh well. Thanks for all the reviews guys! I think that I'm going to finish up this story, so the other two stories will be on hold for a while... Idk I just want to get this out of the way, and I'm holding off all the other stories I've been working on because I want to organize all my other stories first. Oh BTW sorry if you think this chapter is rushed. I like writing gore; although I'm not very good at it. ALSO sorry there was no fluff or anything in this chapter or the last, I know you guys like that- as do I- so I'll overload the next chapter with fluff!

Which of my stories do you like best; Camp Is..., Russian Mafia Boss, or Living in Siberia?

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