Just Say Yes & No Mercy

by FunkoFictionSlut95

Just Say Yes (Complete) No Mercy (FinalChapterInProgress) It's a race against the clock to survive. No Mercy is a tragic love-story of grief and trauma following events of JSY. Story contains strong language, violence/torture, detailed sexual content; the story also contains drug use and rape. It's an epic read. From one pervert to another. ;)

21. No Mercy: Chapter 6 Part 1

Yes, I'm back. It's been a few weeks now and I apologise. It's been crazy between study, having the flu, and trying to write this chapter and capture all the emotions and finally answer some of your questions. Anyway, I love this chapter. I think it's great. I ended it where I did because I thought it was a great place to end the chapter but if I'd continued and ended it the way I was originally going to it'd have doubled in word count and you'd have had to wait a few more weeks alas it'll continue on into the next chapter so consider this Chapter 6 Part 1.

I hope you guys enjoy it and aren't disappointed.

.Xoxo.

No Mercy

Dimitri Belikov

Chapter Six Part One

The moment I walked into the building I was reminded of the life Roza and I had shared. I'd lived in this building for years before we'd met and yet I barely remembered that time in my life. I worked hard, partied harder, and fucked my way through life. Women like Lynne, Tasha, Greta and Nici were apart of my weekly routine except I never bothered to remember their names.

In the beginning it was lust until she became my obsession.

I wasn't lying when I told her that she was all I thought about. Every woman that crossed my path I compared to her. My Roza. It drove me crazy.

… Flash Back …

My jaw clenched as I glanced down at my watch for the millionth time. It'd been 30 minutes and Ivan still hadn't showed up. I looked around the club shaking my head in disgust- the stench of desperation was thick in the room- I hated places like this.

This was Ivan's scene and that fucker hadn't even showed up! If I know my brother- AND I DO- the fucker is probably in the alley getting head from a girl he picked out of the lineup outside. Fucker.

I leaned back in the booth drinking my vodka as I pulled out my phone. Don't do it. I warned myself knowing exactly where my mind was wondering off too… Or rather who… My Roza. My brown eyed vixen.

I opened my photo-album on the phone and scrolled through until I found the collection of photographs of Roza. Jenny- a well-known event photographer had taken the pictures of Roza and I during Ivan's party. She'd liked the photographs and sent them to me as a week after the party.

"Dimka!" Ivan paraded into the VIP section with a cute little brunette under his arm.

"You're late." I didn't bother hiding my irritation as I placed my phone back inside my jacket pocket. "Whose this?"

Ivan rolled his eyes pulling the brunette closer into his side. "I was busy- socializing- you should try it." Ivan commented. "Baby Girl… This grumpy fucker is my brother- Dimitri Belikov. Dimka this beautiful angel is…" I smirked rising an eyebrow knowing the fucker had already forgotten her name. "…Um."

"Kelly." The girl giggled sliding into the booth next to Ivan. "I've never been in the VIP section before! My girlfriend's are going to be like so jealous!"

I rolled my eyes giving Ivan a pointed look. Seriously. Ignoring the loo on my face Ivan pulled out his card handing it to Kelly. "Go get us a few drinks, Baby Girl." Kelly didn't need to be told twice as she took the card and practically skipped towards the bar. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the stupid look on Ivan's face. "I can't wait to get that girl into my bed."

I lifted the vodka to my lips staring at him. "That girl isn't even legal."

"She's 23 according to her ID."

I scoffed shaking my head. "Her ID is as fake as her tits."

Ivan seemed to consider it before shrugging. "Possibly." I rolled my eyes knowing the sick fuck would still take the risk. "You want to tell me what's got your jocks in a twist? Don't say 'nothing' I'm your brother so I know when you're lying."

"I can't get her out of my fucking head." I admitted taking another swing of the Vodka. "She's driving me insane! Tasha was giving me head last night and I almost called out her name."

"Good thing you didn't or we wouldn't be having this conversation." The fucker thought this was amusing! "Tasha is fucking crazy but that's kinda your thing."

"It's been 3 months!" I decided to ignore him. "I'm not this guy, Ivan. I don't obsess over women!"

Ivan sighed. "You like her."

What? No, I don't like her- Or do I? "No-"

"-Yes. You do." Ivan chuckled clearly amused. "It's okay to like a girl, Dimka. It's normal. Granted, I didn't think I'd ever see the day and yet here we are."

"I'm fucked aren't I?" I questioned lifting my gaze from my empty glass. "She's Ibrahim Mazur's daughter! Zmey's daughter."

"Oh you're fucked alright." Ivan laughed as Kelly arrived with our drinks. "That Turkish fuck would kill you if he knew you'd fucked his precious little girl."

"I know I'm going to regret this…" I started to say as I took the drink Kelly held out to me. "…But you got any advice for me?"

Ivan relaxed into the booth sitting his drink down. "I'm the last person you should ask for advice, Brother. But- I will say this- life is short. If you really like this girl, and I know you do, then don't let anybody get in your way."

… The Next Day …

"Dimitri." Christian greeted shaking my extended hand. "It's good to see you. I haven't seen you around lately. Ivan mentioned you were out of town on business."

"Christian… It's good to see you too. I've been busy with work." It wasn't a total lie. "By the looks of things you don't have a lot of time."

"You're not wrong." Christian smiled taking a seat at the bar.

"I'll keep this short." I promised taking a seat next to him. "I need a favor."

"Okay." Christian answered. "What kind of favor?"

"Roza- Rose." I corrected myself at the confused look on his face. "Your girlfriend's Guardian. Rose Hathaway. I'd like to take her out to dinner."

I'm not sure what I expected but it wasn't the reaction I got. Christian laughed, loudly, to the point of almost falling off the barstool. "I'm sorry- what?"

"I'd like to take Rose out to dinner." I spoke slowly and clearly as not to confuse him. "Specially. A date."

Christian chuckled still clearly amused. "And you're coming to me for permission?"

"No." I corrected him. "I'm coming to you because I need her number."

"Ohhh no." All amusement was gone from Christian's tone and posture. "Look, I'd love to help you out. Honestly. If you want to date Rose- I think it's great- I know she likes you. A lot. Don't ever tell her I told you that. However, Rose would kick my ass if I ever gave out her number. I'm sorry, Dimitri. You're scary as fuck but Rose is a lot scarier than you are."

Was it wrong that I found his genuine fear of Roza even more attractive? "My Roza is feisty."

"Feisty." Christian snorted. "Yeah, okay, let's go with that. As well as stubborn, bitchy, narcissistic, OH and CRAZY! Rose isn't afraid to break bones to get her point across- nor is she against causing bodily harm to her best friend's boyfriend!"

Again. All of these things only made Roza more attractive! I wanted her. I needed her. There was no doubt about it- I was a masochist! "Roza never needs to know the truth."

Christian laughed. "Oh that's great! You're prepared to start out your relationship with Rose on a lie?"

I smirked raising an eyebrow. "Would you rather she cause' you bodily harm?"

"That'll be the least of my worries if she ever finds out." Christian rolled his eyes crossing his arms over his chest. "If I give you her number and she finds out she'll kill me. Lissa loves me, I don't doubt that, I also don't doubt that she'd help Rose dig a grave on the side of the road and bury me a live."

"Christian." I sighed. "Please."

"I can't believe I'm doing this." Christian reached for my phone on top of the bar. "Don't make me regret this, Dimitri. Rose has been through a lot." Christian locked his eyes with mine refusing to let go of the phone when I grabbed it. "If you hurt her in any way I don't care who you are, or what you're capable of, it'll be the last thing you do. I swear."

… End Flashback …

I leaned on the back wall of the elevator as it rode up to my floor. When the elevator doors opened I picked up my suitcase and stepped out into the dimly lit hallway. The only light that remained working was flickering and faded. I was willing to bet that nobody had bothered to change the light bulbs since I left.

The hallway was quiet and no noise was coming from either of my neighbors. I walked down the hall to my apartment and set my suitcase and duffle on the floor as I dug through my pockets and backpack for the keys to my apartment.

I placed the key in the lock and pushed open the door picking up my suitcase and duffle. I didn't bother shutting the door behind me using what little light from the hallway to help guide me into the kitchen where I could turn on the lights.

There had been a time when I could navigate my way through this apartment in the dark but it felt like foreign territory to me. I dropped my bags next to the kitchen bench and took in my apartment. It was pretty bare.

I'd destroyed most of the furniture during my meltdown after Dr. Wilkins confirmed that the body in the morgue was indeed the love of my life, my fiancée, my Roza. The bookcase that had once stood against the wall filled with my western books, dvds, cds, records, and photographs was nowhere to be seen and everything now sat across the wall in several piles.

The flat screen, glass coffee table, mirrors and several other pieces of furniture didn't survive the fallout along with all of the picture frames that smashed. The one piece of furniture that did make it was the couch.

In the center of the living room was a big wooden coffee table that'd come from the guest bedroom. The pictures taken from the broken frames were spread across the top of the coffee table.

I leaned against the kitchen bench staring at the photographs and couldn't help but let my thoughts wonder to a different time when it was covered in files, black books, and a laptop while the woman I loved wore nothing but one of my dress shirts.

… Flash Back …

I kicked the door closed behind me as I walked further into the apartment dropping my duffle by the kitchen bench. Music was playing from the surround sound system, and the AC was blasting making the apartment feel like an icebox compared to the sauna outside.

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as I took in the sight of my beautiful girlfriend sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table typing furiously away on her laptop before scribbling in the black book next to her.

I let my eyes trail over what little of her body that I could see and took in the white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows and the messy bun sitting on top of her head.

I leaned forward on the kitchen bench resting my elbows on the marble as I stared at her. "Are you just going to stand there gawking?" Roza questioned without raising her eyes from the screen in front of her. "At least make yourself useful and grab me a beer from the fridge?"

I chuckled pushing off the bench. "Hey baby, I missed you too." I mocked grabbing two beers from the fridge before joining her on the floor in front of the coffee table. The screen of the laptop was covered in code that I couldn't even begin to wrap my head around. "What are you working on?"

Roza smiled tilting her head towards me. "I missed you, Baby."

I took her chin between my fingers as I leaned over brushing my lips against hers. I slid my tongue across her bottom lip, lips parting allowing me to deepen the kiss as Roza's hand held the back of my neck as she sucked on my bottom lip.

"Welcome home." Roza breathed sliding her hand down my chest. I smiled capturing her hand bringing it back to my lips as she pouted.

"What is all this?" I questioned pointing at the stuff covering my coffee table. Roza picked up the open black book and handed it to me. Every page was filled with the same code on the screen only written in Roza's scribbly handwriting. "I've never seen code like this."

"That's because it's mine." Roza confessed looking up into my eyes. "It's a database that I created of past, present, and possible future properties owned by the Dragomir Family. It goes back as far as the 1700's. Families like the elite often hold onto family properties and are usually kept within the family but sometimes it marries out. Dragomir, Ivashkov, Dashkov, and several other selected families properties are all listed within the database."

I stared at the black book in my hands in disbelief. "How did you manage all that?"

"It wasn't easy." Roza confessed closing the book. "You're the only person who knows of its existence. In the wrong hands this book, any of these books, could be catastrophic. To get the information I had to plant viruses directly into the elite members computers and from there the virus spread to their devices collecting data. Bank records, online conversations, websites, deleted history and files, emails ect."

Roza climbed into my lap unbuttoning my shirt as she stared at me waiting. "How did you create your own code?"

"That's a story for another time." Roza smiled pushing my shirt off my shoulders as her hands ran over my bare chest. "I'll teach it to you." Roza promised before standing over me as she unbuttoned the shirt she wore. I licked my lips reaching out to touch her but before I could she skipped away stopping at the entrance to our bedroom giggling. "Are you coming?"

I stood up quickly shrugging off my shirt the rest of the way as I stalked towards her. I caught Roza around the waist lifting her off the floor as I entered my bedroom holding her close as she giggled trying to escape my grasp.

Sitting Roza on the floor I spun her around and crushed her tiny body to mine as I lowered my lips to hers. I couldn't get enough. It'd been a week since I was inside her and I couldn't think properly this close to her.

I grabbed the white shirt Roza wore and lifted it over her head revealing her naked body underneath. I licked my lips as my hands came down and grabbed her breasts, tweaking her nipples in my fingers, I dropped to my knees pulling her close as I captured her right nipple in my mouth sucking, biting, until Roza's nails dug into my back trying to get me closer.

I circled the nipple with my tongue my spit on the bars of each nipple glistening in the light. I growled capturing her left nipple between my teeth biting down hard as I moved my hands around Roza to spank her perky cheeks.

"Dimitri." Roza gasped jerking against my body. "Please."

I lifted Roza as I stood up my face level with her breasts as I licked, sucked, and bit at the flesh of her breasts before I threw Roza onto the bed. Roza laid on the bed her flesh flushed as she panted trying to crawl up the bed away from me.

"Comrade." Roza breathed pointing a finger to the corner of the room. I followed her gaze until it landed on the tripod with the video camera- I looked back at Roza smiling, as she held out a little black remote. "Turn it on."

I grabbed the remote turning it on and pressing record before tossing it back onto the bedside table. I crawled up Roza's body making sure not to touch her as I held myself up with the strength of my arms. "You've been a bad girl."

Roza grabbed hold of my cock through my jeans. "I'm always bad."

Yes. You are. I thought to myself as I captured her lips between mine before I leaned back on my knees as Roza's hands began unbuckling my belt- Roza smiled cockily tugging on my belt before she flipped me onto my back before pulled down my jeans in one swift movement. I'd gone commando today.

"A week without your cock inside me is too long."

"I couldn't agree more-" I choked on my words as Roza swallowed my cock bobbing up and down my length. "Fuck." I hissed burying my hand in her hair as I guided her along my length not that she needed it. "Roza."

Roza hummed sucking on the head of my cock her eyes locking with mine. "Did you miss me, Comrade?" Roza questioned sliding the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock before swallowing the entire length again. "Did you miss having my mouth wrapped around her cock?"

"Yes." I collapsed back onto the bed unable to hold myself up as I felt her teeth dragging along the length of my cock. Fuck. "Fuck."

"Did you touch yourself while you were away?" Roza questioned using her hand to pump my cock as she began kissing my stomach. "I did…" I groaned at the image of Roza touching her wet pussy. "…I touched my pussy thinking of you, Comrade. I couldn't stop it. My pussy was so wet, aching, I'd lay here in this bed and I'd think of you. Your voice, tongue, fingers, cock and I'd cum imaging you were the one touching me… I recorded it for you." Roza whispered brushing her lips to mine.

My eyes snapped open and I flipped her onto her back wrapping my hand around her throat as I hovered above her. Roza's eyes were wide with lust and excitement as I tightened my grip pressing my body into hers as I kissed her.

I grinded my cock into Roza's wet pussy as she arched off the bed pleading for me to fuck her. It was tempting. Oh, so fucking tempting. I reached down between her legs and slid two fingers inside her dripping cunt as she moaned fighting against my hold on her throat as she began grinding her pussy onto my fingers.

I removed my fingers from her throbbing pussy enjoying the glare I received as I lifted my fingers to my mouth. I cleaned my fingers clean from her juices before I leaned down and captured her lips letting her taste the juices on my tongue before I slid down her body taking her left nipple into my mouth before twitching to the right.

"Dimitri."

"Shhh." I whispered looking up at her. "I didn't say you could speak." Roza whimpered as I bit into the flesh on her ribcage. "When you cum- did you scream my name? Speak, Roza."

"Yes." Roza's chest was rising and falling as she panted. "Dimitri. Please, don't tease me!"

"Please." I chuckled moving further up her body nibbling on her jaw. "Did you enjoy making yourself cum?"

"Yes." Roza whimpered.

"Did you ask permission to cum?" I questioned knowing it wasn't a fair question. I didn't 'technically' tell her not to pleasure herself but I didn't tell her she could either.

"N-no." Roza answered hesitantly. "You didn't say-"

"Who does your pussy belong too?" I questioned cutting her off as I met her grind with a thrust of my own- the head of my cock rubbing against her clit.

"You." Roza whimpered arching off the bed.

"That's right." I growled grinding against her. "Your pussy is MINE. Your orgasms are MINE. Your body is MINE…" I needed to put some space between us before I threw this 'lesson' aside and fucked her within an inch of her life. A week really was too long. I pulled away completely kneeling between her legs my hands massaging her quivering thighs. "…You are MINE."

"I'm yours." Roza whimpered lifting her ass off the bed. "Please…" Roza trailed off watching as I wrapped my hand around my cock licking her lips.

"Do you want to cum, Roza?"

"Yes!"

"Touch yourself." I ordered smacking her legs apart as she tried to press her thighs together.

"I want you to touch me-" Roza complained her eyes going wide as I leaned over her taking her throat in my hand. "-Sir." I grabbed her right hand and slid it down her body until it sat between her legs. Our hands moved together over her pussy but I refused to touch her or give her any relief. "Arh."

"Don't stop until you cum." I ordered releasing her throat before climbing off the bed. I stood next to the bed watching Roza pleasure herself as she stared up at me with tears of frustration building up in her dark frustrated lust filled brown eyes. I simply chuckled and lowered my lips to hers teasing her mouth with my tongue.

I straightened up standing next to the bed opening the bedside drawer retrieving the nipple clamps and vibrator. I knelt on the side of the bed as I attached the clamps to Roza's already hard nips.

"Arh!" Roza arched off the bed as I attacked the clamps. "Dimitri!" Her entire body was quivering with her desire for me. I'm not going to lie- I loved seeing her like this. It was sweet torture for the both of us.

"Don't stop fingering that pussy." I reminded her as I placed the vibrator at her lips running it along her bottom lip. "Wet it for me."

Roza's lips parted taking the vibrator into her mouth sucking on it. Good girl. I removed the vibrator from her sweet mouth and turned it on teasing her nipples and tugging on the chain attached to the clamps making her cry out.

I slid the vibrator down the center of her chest, across her ribs, and stomach watching as her hand began to quicken and her breathing picked up. Roza's entire body was beginning to tremble with her orgasm.

I lowered my head to Roza's chest teasing her nipples as I slid the vibrator lower until it pressed into her clit. Roza's cries filled the room as she buried her head in the top of my head her free hand twisting itself in my hair as I nibbled, bit, licked, and sucked on the flesh.

"I'm c-cumming." It took everything I had to pull away from her removing the vibrator and her hand from her wet pussy. Roza cried out in frustration fighting against my hold on her as she glared up at me. "You bastard!"

I chuckled pinning her wrists to the bed as I straddled her waist. I waited for her to calm down as I lifted the hand that'd fingered her pussy licking every last drop of juice from her fingers before I released her. I rolled onto the bed placing my arm behind my head as I stared at her beautiful angry face as she shot daggers into my eyes. "Roza."

"Asshole." I chuckled ignoring her glare as I cocked my finger gesturing for her to come closer. Reluctantly, Roza rolled onto her side and moved across the bed until she was sitting right in front of me.

"Give me a kiss."

"Seriously?" Roza growled glaring down at me. "You just took me to the brink of cumming and then stopped!"

"Give me a kiss." I repeated grinning as I tapped my lips with a finger. Roza glared at me as she leaned over pressing her hand into my chest as she lowered her lips to mine biting down on my lower lip until I parted them for her taking her tongue into my mouth. Roza broke the kiss pressing her forehead to mine as she breathed heavily. I raised my hand brushing the few strands of hair out of her face as I stared into her hooded eyes. "Kiss me."

Roza's eyes lit up with realization as she bit her lip before straddling my chest inching her pussy lips closer to my mouth. I loved this woman. I grabbed hold of her hips and held her above me as my tongue slid between her pussy lips, parting them, the sweet juices of her pussy flowing into my mouth.

"Oh God!" Roza gasped riding my face with one hand buried in my hair while the other rubbed her clit. Good Girl. "Oh God! Dimitri! Yes. Yes. Yes." Roza screamed above me as she cum. I flipped Roza onto her back and slid up her body capturing her lips in mine as I buried my cock inside her pussy and hitching her leg up my back. "Dimitri!"

"Roza." I growled thrusting forward with a force that shifted the bed. I bit into the flesh of her shoulder marking her- Roza's nails dug into my back as she threw her head back cumming for a 2nd time. I lifted my head and watched her face as I claimed her body capturing her lips for a possessive kiss. "You're mine."

"Always." Roza whimpered in my arms as she tightened her arms around my neck as her lips parted. "I love you, Comrade. So, so much." I dropped my forehead to Roza's as her walls tightened around my cock her overly sensitive body arching in my arms as I struggled to maintain my control- I failed- two final thrusts were the end of me as I cum buried balls deep inside of my Roza.

I collapsed on top of her taking a moment to catch my breath before I rolled off to the side pulling Roza's body on top of mine breathing in the scent of sex in the room. Roza tilted her head back and leaned up and kissed me.

"I missed you, comrade." Roza whispered laying her head back on my chest. "I couldn't sleep while you were gone."

"I'm here now, Roza." I whispered pulling her closer. "Sleep."

… End Of Memory …

I stood next to the coffee table staring down at the pile of photographs scattered across the top. There were so many memories taken from different times in my life but one photograph held my attention.

It was taken the night Roza and I had met. It'd been captured by Jenny. A photographer friend of mine who'd attended the party. She'd captured the moment of our first kiss. Roza and I were sitting on the lounge pressed up against each other- Roza's hand on my thigh and my fingers were brushing her hair back as our lips touched for the first time.

I held onto the picture in my hand before returning it to the pile. I'd need to use the coffee table so I collected the photos into a pile and made several stacks at the end of the table before I pulled the coffee table further into the center of the room so I could move the couch.

I knelt on the floor and used my pocketknife to lift the wooden floorboards. I placed it gently on the floor before I reached underneath the floorboards and felt for the heavy metal suitcase.

I returned the floorboards to their place before straightening the couch. I grabbed the suitcase and returned to the coffee table pulling it back towards the couch- I stared at the locked briefcase before rolling the numbers to the correct order.

Click.

I lifted the lid of the briefcase and removed all the items inside placing them on the coffee table in front of me- A Beretta m9, the laptop, five thick grey files, and close to thirty little black books.

I closed the briefcase placing it next to me before I lifted the lid of the laptop. I turned it on and waited- I picked up the thick grey file that was dated before Roza was killed. I flicked through the file not entirely sure what I was looking at- Roza had taught me to read code but I still struggled to decode it without the program on the laptop.

I grabbed the unfinished black book and flipped through the pages. There was a list of new houses, dates, and information. I closed the book running my fingers across the coded words: Dashkov. I opened the book again and read it from front to back. Twice.

I returned my attention back to the laptop and typed in the password. A secondary password was required to access the database. The screen went blank causing my heart to cease beating for 6 seconds before it lit up with Roza's code flickering across the screen. I stared at the screen typing in the coded translations that Roza had programed into the database allowing me to read without the code.

The process was complicated but once I unlocked it the words began to translate into Russian. The database hadn't been viewed or updated in 6 months, which meant there was a shit-ton of information in front of me spanning across several families.

I pulled up the Dashkov files and watched as the codes began flickering across the screen before translating. It was scary how brilliant Roza's mind was. If I hadn't sat next to her while she worked the database I don't think I'd have believed it.

I had no idea I was sleeping with a secret-computer-genius and I'm not going to lie- the foreplay that came out of that knowledge definitely made for some interesting and slightly disturbing sex that involved a mixture of tech talk and dirty talk.

I connected my phone to the laptop and began transferring the list of Dashkov Properties. I pulled up the 2nd program Roza had created that intertwined into the database and looked for the houses that had recently began using power, water, and Wi-Fi. It was a short list.

I pulled up the security footage of the property only a few hours outside of the city limits with the most recent activity. It was a newly purchased country style mansion in the middle of the woodlands. Robert Doru had purchased the property; Robert was Victor Dashkov's half-brother.

I spotted at least 3 heavily guarded men patrolling the outside of the property. I moved inside the house going through each room counting 7 guardian's before I found Victor and Robert in the library along with Victor's daughter: Natalie Dashkov.

My first thought was that that was a lot of Guardians. My second thought was that Victor looked stressed as he paced the carpet in front of the huge oak desk. I activated the audio and attached the headset.

"Daddy. Calm down." Natalie pleaded. "We'll think of something."

"Calm down." Victor chuckled though there was no humor in his voice. "Child. You know nothing… Don't you get it, Sweetheart? We're being hunted."

"Victor- Natalie is right. Calm down. You're no use to us in this state." Robert sounded just as tired as his brother. "It's been 2 days since you heard from the girl."

"And in those two days I've lost two of my men!" Victor shouted causing the two guardian's standing at the door to flinch. "AND NOW Thomas is missing!"

"There is no way that little girl can take down a Guardian like Thomas Campbell." Robert reassured pouring a glass of scotch handing it to his brother. "Drink."

"That girl is the best of her generation not to mention the daughter of-"

"Dimitri-?" I ripped off the headset staring at my neighbor. "Jesus Christ! Where have you been?! Have you called Olena to let her know you're safe? The girls have been going out of their mind with worry!"

I closed the laptop and stood from the lounge. "Jace. Neighbor. It's good to see you too. Do you think you could tell your partner to put his gun away? I don't much like having guns pointed at me."

"Felix." Jace returned his own gun to his belt. "I'm assuming by your bags that you just got back?"

"Yep." I answered noticing Jace trying to read the contents of the black book. His eyebrows pinched together in confusion and curiosity. I closed the book meeting his gaze with a small smile. "Can I help you with something?"

"No." Jace eyed me suspiciously. "Where have you been?"

"Around." I answered noticing his eyes trying to read the pages visible from the file beneath the black book. "I'd offer you a beer…"

"We're on duty." Felix answered his eyes drawn to the pile of photographs. I watched him closely as he picked up a picture. "She's very beautiful." Felix commented turning the picture around showing Roza and I standing in front of a movie theatre. "Is this your fiancée?"

… Flash Back …

"It's so cold!" Lisa shivered breathing into her hands trying to warm herself up. Christian stepped up behind her wrapping his arms around her pulling her into his chest as she giggled leaning back into him. "Christian!"

"Let me warm you up." Christian nibbled her earlobe.

"We're in public!" Lissa whispered her voice slightly panicked.

Roza rolled her eyes at them as she looked back at me as I descended the steps. I stepped onto the sidewalk and slid my arms around her shoulders pulling her close as her arms wrapped around my waist beneath my duster. "Are you hungry?"

Roza smiled tilting her head back. "I could eat."

"Did somebody mention food?" Lissa questioned with a bright grin. "I'm starving!"

Christian chuckled kissing Lissa's temple. "There's a fantastic Greek restaurant around the corner." Christian suggested looking between Roza and I. "Unless you'd prefer to finish your make-out session back at your apartment?"

Christian was referring to Roza' and I fooling around during the movie. If only Christian knew- it was a lot more than a heavy make out session and I had Roza's ripped panties in my pocket to prove it.

Roza's hands slid down my back until she reached my ass. I stared down at Roza as she stared up at me innocently. "I'm starving so Greek sounds fantastic- however- you can eat me for dessert back at the apartment."

"You'll get no arguments from me, Roza. You know you're my favorite dessert…" I chuckled at the look on Christian's face. "…Lead the way, Chef."

… End of Flash Back …

"Yes. That's Roza." I answered bringing myself out of the memory. Damnit. It felt like today was one big trip down memory lane. "That was taken a few weeks before-" … she- died. I'm not sure why I still struggled to say the words aloud sometimes.

Felix held out the picture. "I'm sorry."

I ignored his apology and slipped the picture into my back pocket. "Look… It's been a long day and I don't mean to sound unwelcoming but I've got a lot of unpacking to do so if you guys don't mind…" I trailed off noticing Jace's eyes on the Berretta sitting on the coffee table. "…The gun belonged to Roza."

"Your fiancée owned a gun?"

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at Felix's idiotic question. "Of course… Roza was in private security." I answered not hiding my irritation. "You seem awfully interested in my dead fiancée?"

Ring. Ring. Felix reached into his pocket. "Excuse me."

I stared at Felix's retreating form before I turned my attention towards the other FBI Agent standing in my living room. "What the hell is going on?"

"It's complicated."

"When the fuck isn't it?" I questioned throwing my arms in the air.

Felix returned to the living room at that moment seeming pleased. "Jace. We've got a lead on the suspect."

"Fantastic." Jace didn't appear nearly as pleased as Felix. Instead- I swear the guy looked guilty as his eyes locked with mine. "How long are you sticking around?"

"Indefinitely."

Jace appeared hesitant to leave. "Good. Let's have dinner tonight? I'll pick up burgers from the diner and a six pack."

"I've got plans tonight." It wasn't a lie. If I was going to go after Victor Dashkov I needed to move quickly.

"Do you have plans with Ivan?" At the mention of Ivan's name I noticed Felix visibly tense as his eyes shifted nervously. What the fuck?

"Agent Sherwood." There was an obvious warning Felix's tone. "We need to go."

Jace held my gaze ignoring his partner's attempts to end this conversation. "A lot has happened since you left. The people you thought could be trusted- can't be- I promised Sonja I'd look out for you and this is me looking out for you."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Are you trying to tell me that I can't trust Ivan Zeklos? My brother?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you." Jace confirmed. Despite our rocky history and obvious differences I could honestly say that I trusted the man in front of me. I considered him a friend. Family. The guy was dating my little sister and playing the role of a father in my niece's life.

If this had anything to do with our business I doubted Jace would've wasted time warning me. In fact: I'd already be in handcuffs.

"Why?" It was a simple question.

"Ivan is a suspect in an on-going murder investigation."

The thought of Ivan Zeklos being capable of murder was hilarious! The guy turned green at the slightest sign of blood. It wasn't pretty.

"Ivan isn't a murderer." I stated staring into Jace's eyes. "You've got the wrong guy."

"Are you sure about that?" Felix questioned.

"Ivan is guilty of a lot." I stated through clenched teeth. "Murder isn't something he's capable of."

"That's not exactly true." Felix stated. "In my experience everybody is capable of murder."

"Felix." Jace turned his head looking directly at his partner. "Give us a minute."

Reluctantly Felix left the apartment and closed the door behind him. I released a sigh of relief and focused completely on Jace. "I really don't like your partner."

The corner of Jace's mouth lifted into a smirk. "If you'd met under different circumstances you'd like him."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. "Listen-"

Jace didn't give me a chance to finish before he began to speak. "Ivan murdered two people: Elizabeth Mead and Randall Danielson. Randall worked in private security with Rose. I believe Ivan and Randall conspired to kill Rose in the parking lot but were interrupted by an unknown third party. Ivan murdered Elizabeth Mead and paid Dr. Wilkins to forge the DNA results so you'd believe the woman you loved was dead. The morning you left the country Ivan murdered Randall to cover his tracks."

I couldn't begin to understand what I was hearing- I didn't want too- It wasn't possible. Ivan was my brother. My best friend. It wasn't true. It was a mistake. Ivan wouldn't do that- not to me.

Yet- As I stared at the man in front of me I saw the truth in his words and still I wanted to deny it. The truth was too painful- the betrayal too great. As strong as my denial was the evidence I'd collected over the last few weeks all began to click and the missing gaps began to fill.

I felt like a fool… All this time… I'd searched for Roza's killer and he'd been sharing a drink with me and sitting at the same table as my family- a table he'd had a seat at for the last 20 years.

My head felt like it was about to explode from all the information it'd taken in- I had so many questions- I needed answers and the FBI was hunting the only person who could give them to me.

"Dimitri?" Jace questioned. "Are you alright?"

I shifted my gaze to meet Jace's raising an eyebrow. Seriously? What kind of stupid question was that? I opened my mouth to speak but closed my mouth- I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose before taking a deep breathe. Focus.

"Have you known this whole time?" I questioned thinking about my meeting with Grant and Lissa in Paris and what Grant had told me. "Are you sure it was Ivan?"

"I've had suspicions since the beginning." Jace confessed. "I wanted to tell you when I first started looking into the case but it was too early in the investigation…"

"…You're absolutely sure it's Ivan?"

"The same gun was used in all three crimes."

"The same gun used in the parking lot was used to kill Randall." I heard Grants voice inside my head.

"Whoever killed Randall was terrified that you'd find out the truth about what happened in that parking lot. He knew you'd left the country- he mentioned your grandmother by name- he also mentioned that you'd sworn vengeance at the funeral."

All the evidence was coming together and still… I didn't want to believe it.

The front door of my apartment suddenly swung open hitting the wall. Felix ran into the apartment looking like he'd just run up the flight up stairs… "We've got to go. The girls have dropped another body."

"Fuck." Jace cursed. "I'll meet you at the car." Felix looked between the two of us before nodding his head and running out the apartment his iPhone already pressed to his ear. "I've got to go."

"I'm not stopping you." I waved my hand half-heartedly towards the door. "Believe it or not but I really don't feel like company."

"Understandable. Look- I know you, Dimitri. The moment I leave you're going to do something stupid. I'm not sure what- which really fucking concerns me- There is still a lot you don't know and I wish I had the time to tell you but I don't… Give me a chance I'll come back tonight and tell you everything."

"What more is there to tell?" I spat angrily.

"A lot." Jace confessed. "There is a lot more going on than you're aware of… Please? Just stay here and I'll be back tonight."

"Go." I felt defeated as I fell into the couch. "Just go."

… An Hour Later …

In my left hand was Roza's Beretta m9 and in my right hand was my mobile phone. My right thumb hovering over the call button of Ivan's name. I'd been sitting here for an hour stewing in my rage and denial.

My denial of the situation and the evidence against my brother- it only served to piss me off further. Was I really so blind? Gullible? I hated myself for not being able to see the signs- perhaps if I had- Roza would still be alive.

My beautiful Roza… Her death was my fault. I should've protected her.

I reached into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out the picture of Roza and I. I held it in my hand still holding onto the Beretta… I'd dishonored Roza's memory enough over the last 5 months and I owed it to her to make the men responsible for her death pay with blood… After all it was the Belikov way as Karolina would say.

Viktor Dashkov was one of those men and the other Ivan Zeklos. I didn't care what it took but Viktor Dashkov would die. Soon. As for my brother… I needed time… His betrayal was still fresh and I wasn't thinking clearly. I needed a level head before I could kill him- and I would- but first I needed answers and if I wanted those answers I needed to make sure the FBI didn't get to him first.

I pressed my thumb to the screen and lifted the phone to my ear. 1. 2. 3. Ivan answered on the 3rd ring. "Dimka! It's good to hear from you- how's Paris?"

Breathe. Dimitri. Breathe. "Ivan- It's good to hear from you." I really hoped this worked. "Paris was illuminating… I actually not long walked in the front door of my apartment."

"You're back!" I couldn't tell if Ivan was genuinely happy or not. "Dude! That's fantastic! Let's meet up for drinks at the club-"

"It's not safe." I decided to take the risk… Even if Ivan decided to run it wouldn't take me long to find him. It was after all my job to find people. "The FBI is looking for you."

Silence. "W-what?"

"Where are you?"

"I-I'm in Vegas."

I couldn't help the little chuckle that escaped. "The feds are after you and you're in fucking Vegas! Typical. You need to get out of there. Now."

"How do you know they're after me?"

I didn't tell him about Jace- I couldn't tip him off in case he knew that Jace was looking into Roza's case. "My contact at the FBI just called."

"Is it the business?"

"What else could it be?"

"I-I don't know." Ivan's voice sounded far away. "Dimka- I'm sorry. I think- I fucked up. Royally."

Yeah. I noticed. "I'll take care of it." I always did.

"If the feds are after me it's only a matter of time before they'll come after you… Dimka you need to get out of the apartment!"

"Don't worry." I insisted trying to sound as reassuring as I could. "I've got something I need to do- I'll call you in a day or two- I'll see you soon, Brother." I whispered before hanging up squeezing the phone until the screen cracked beneath the pressure. I needed answers but first I needed to see a man about a woman.

No Mercy

Rose Hathaway

I stood in the corner of the cell staring at the little girl cowering in the corner… The darkness of the cell was suffocating, and the smell of the dead girl in the opposite corner would be something she'd remember for the rest of her life as well as the smell of her own body odor.

"Do you know who I am?" I stared at the girl cowering in the corner knowing it was her voice that I'd heard. "Do you know who you are?"

"You are I." I answered. "I am you." The darkest chuckle fell from her lips as she lifted her head. I felt my back hit the cold brick wall behind me as I stared into her eyes; the blackest eyes I'd ever seen.

"I'm nobody… Who are you? Are you nobody, too?"

I was jolted awake by the sound of the motel door being jiggled… I grabbed the gun from beneath my pillow and rolled off the bed covering Leigh's mouth causing her to sit up and begin to scream. "Shh! There's somebody at the door."

Leigh grabbed the knife from beneath her pillow. "What do we do?"

"Whatever it takes." I ordered straightening to my full height. "I'd like him alive to question but it's not necessary."

Leigh didn't get a chance to respond as the door creaked open… I moved quickly grabbing the arm that was held up in front of the guardian- I was still recovering from being at Briarcliff but the adrenaline that surged through my veins helped propel me into action as I pulled him into the room breaking his arm and using my knee bringing it up to hit him in the face.

The guardian was able to block my attack and knock me onto my back crawling over the top of me as he wrapped his hands around my throat. I gasped clawing at his hands, arms, and face and just as the darkness began to flicker in front of my vision the weight of him was gone and Leigh stood above me with a fry pan.

"That's going to hurt when he wakes up." Leigh chuckled switching the fry pan to her left hand before holding out her right. "I don't suppose you have a plan to deal with this son of a bitch?"

I rolled my eyes taking her hand as I pulled myself up. "Let's tie him up and get him into the trunk of the car…" I stared at Leigh when she started to laugh waiting for her to calm down. "…Leigh?"

Her eyes widened. "Oh… You're serious?"

Again. I rolled my eyes. "Grab his feet."

... 24 Hours Later …

Where are you? – Rose.

I'm on my way back.

Quinton is with me. – Leigh.

Dominique? – Rose.

Dominique is looking for Ivan Zeklos and Randall Danielson.

My cousin is good, Rose. He'll have a location on both of them by nightfall.

How is our guest? – Leigh.

I'll see you soon. – Rose.

"Crazy Bitch." Our guest aka 'Richard' spat choking on his front teeth. "I'm not telling you shit."

I picked up the bloody hammer from the tray. "Richard. Richard. Richard. Is that anyway to speak to your torturer?"

Richard tilted his head back staring at me with dark amusement. "Ohhh… Is this your attempt at torture? I thought this was foreplay."

"You're funny." I smiled kneeling in front of him. "Now. Let's get down to business… This can go one of two ways… Either, I kill you quickly or I kill you slowly. I, personally, prefer option two. Nice and slow. It'll give me a chance to work out the kinks. It's been a while since I enjoyed- foreplay."

"Go. To. Hell."

"I've been." I laughed like a maniac. "The climate isn't as nice as it's cracked up to be and it really fucked with my complexion."

… 6 Hours Later …

I stepped away from my masterpiece letting the bloody hammer fall from my hand. "Mhmm." I mused tilting my head to the side. "I'm more out of practice than I thought… What do you think, Richard?"

"F-fuq you." Richard sneered through gurgled breaths.

"You're absolutely right." I breathed setting my bloody hands on my hips. "It's sloppy. Perhaps it was my weapon of choice." I reached behind me pulling out my blade running the sharpened blade across his cheek. "What should I cut off first?"

"Holy fuck…" I spun around with my arm drawn back at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. If it wasn't for Leigh throwing herself in front of the young man I would've thrown my knife through the air and gotten him between the eyes. "Fuck! Please don't kill me!"

Leigh chuckled holding up both her hands. "Relax. It's just us… Quinton this is Rose. Rose this is my cousin Quinton."

I lowered my arm returning my knife to my belt. "It's nice to meet you, Quinton."

Quinton looked like he was about to be sick as his eyes flickered between Richard and I several times before he managed to find his voice. "Y-yeah. Nice to meet you too."

"Don't worry." Leigh whispered placing a hand on Quinton's shoulder. "Rose isn't going to hurt you." Leigh pulled Quinton further into the room towards the old chairs seated against the wall. "Rose- Can I speak to you for a minute?"

"What is it?"

"Dominique found Randall." Leigh answered. "Randall was murdered 2 days after your funeral."

"And Ivan Zeklos?"

"Dominique hasn't found him yet."

I stared at Leigh for several minutes while I processed the new information before I retrieved my knife from my belt and turned back to Richard. "You might want to get out of here."

The corner of Richard's mouth lifted as he stared at me. "Yo-" Richard never finished the sentence as the sound of a gunshot rang throughout the abandoned building. BANG. I watched in stunned disbelief as Richard's head fell back with the force of the bullet entering the front of his skull- fresh blood trickling from the wound as he stared wide eyed at somebody behind me.

I spun around my gun already up and pointed at the stranger. The man standing at the entrance of the room was tall; 6'7 with red hair and a neatly groomed beard dressed in a black Guardian suite.

"Hello Rose." The guardian's accent was Scottish and there was a familiarity that I couldn't quite pinpoint. Did I know this man? "It's been a long time."

"Who the hell are you?" I sneered my gun still pointed at him despite the fact that he'd lowered his own weapon.

"My name is Thomas." Thomas answered. "Thomas Campbell… You could say that we're old acquaintances."

"You work for Victor Dashkov." I couldn't explain how I knew this- I just did.

"I do." Thomas confessed. "And I'm willing to help you destroy him."

"Why?" I questioned my finger still on the trigger.

Thomas stared at me seeming to contemplate his next move. "Because-" Thomas paused unbuttoning his dress shirt revealing a family crest tattoo. The same family crest tattoo that was hidden on the inside of my left arm often covered by my clothes. "-We're family."

"You're a Hathaway?"

"By blood." Thomas confessed. "I was never given the Hathaway name… My father was Robert Hathaway… My mother was a waitress at a bar… Robert raised me but his wife- your grandmother Margot refused to acknowledge me- the only person who ever acknowledged that I was a 'Hathaway' was your mother. My sister. Janine."

Slowly. I lowered my gun staring at Thomas in disbelief. "We've met before?"

"Yes. A few times… Your father sent you to me for training in Scotland as a child." Thomas answered inclining his head towards Leigh. "Do you mind telling your girlfriend to lower her weapon?"

"Put the gun away." I told her without breaking eye contact.

"How do you know you can trust him?" Leigh questioned obviously not convinced. "Your memory isn't 100% reliable these days."

I smiled staring at the man in front of me. "I'm choosing to trust family but I will not hesitate to kill him if the situation calls for it."

Thomas chuckled. "You're your father's daughter through and through."

… An Hour Later …

I smirked staring at the back of Quinton's skull as he whispered angrily to his cousin. "I'm with you for less then 24hrs and already I've been witness to torture and murder! I'm technically and accomplice right now!"

Leigh rolled her eyes at her cousin. "Stop pretending it's the first time you've covered-up a murder! Oh, and stop being such a little bitch."

The backdoor of the car opened and Thomas slid into the backseat. "It's done." Thomas turned to me once the door was shut. "Are you sure I can't convince you to go home to your parents? I'll take care of Victor myself."

"I'm only going to say this once." I hissed through clenched teeth. "Victor is MINE. And I swear to god, Thomas, if you get in my way I will shoot you in the knee and if you were anybody else you'd be floating in the river with Richard."

Thomas sighed shaking his head. "Jesus. Kid. You might be your father's daughter but you're as stubborn as your damn mother."

"I'm going to regret asking this…" Leigh sighed from the front seat. "…But do either of you have a plan?"

"Yes." Thomas and I answered in union.

The plan was simple yet brilliant or… "Fucking suicide!" Leigh screamed from the front seat. "Are you two insane? That is the worst idea."

"Actually- It's pretty genius." Quinton chuckled from the front seat.

"Nobody asked you." Leigh snapped at her cousin. "Rose?"

"Leigh." I smiled meeting her gaze in the mirror. "It'll work."

"It'll work as long as she doesn't screw up-" Thomas paused dramatically. "-And get us all blown up."

"Exactly." I smirked. "No pressure."

"Fuck you both."

… Victor Dashkov's Hideout …

"Rosemarie?" Thomas placed a gentle hand on my arm. "Are you alright?"

I quickly sat up straighter in the passenger seat. "I'm awake." I insisted rubbing the sleep from my eyes trying to rid my thoughts of the nightmare. "Where are we?"

"We're at the estate." Thomas answered. "Once I get confirmation from Sean we'll drive up to the house and begin."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. "Leigh and Quinton are in position awaiting orders." I chuckled at the sarcasm of the text.

"You didn't answer my question." Thomas pressed. "Are you alright? You were having a nightmare."

"My life is a nightmare." I chuckled dryly.

"How are you coping with… freedom?"

Freedom. I chuckled shaking my head as I leaned back in the seat. "This doesn't feel like freedom." I said it barely loud enough for him to hear.

"Can I ask you another question?" At the nod of my head Thomas continued. "Why don't you want to call your parents- or your fiancé?"

My fiancé? "Dimitri?" My hand immediately went to my ring finger but naturally found it bare. "I'm not ready to face them- to face him- I'm not sure I ever will be."

"Rose." Thomas sighed. "What you went through- I can't begin imagine- but I do know that you can't do this alone. There are people who love you; who need you."

"Where were those people when I needed them?" I snapped angrily knowing it wasn't entirely fair to take my anger out on him. "Where were they when I was being tortured? You're correct. You cannot begin to imagine what I went through- I don't know what is worse- the torture itself or knowing just how weak I really am. I was a sniffling, drooling, cowering pathetic little girl… I was broken. I am broken."

Thomas stared at me without flinching. "You're not weak nor are you broken. You're the daughter of Janine Hathaway- weakness isn't apart of your DNA- I can't speak for those you love or where they were but I can tell you that they've spent the last 5 months believing you were dead… You're not alone in your suffering, Rosemarie." Beep. Beep. Thomas swiped his finger across the screen and it lit up with a text. "We're good to go."

I closed my eyes taking a deep breath as I tried to slow my suddenly racing heartbeat. "Let's do this."

Thomas reached hesitantly into the glove box and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "It's just for show-" Thomas spoke softly. "-Apart of the plan."

It's a part of the plan. I can do this. I squeezed my eyes shut and dug my nails into the palm of my hands- it's a part of the plan. I opened my eyes and reached for the cuffs gently placing them around my wrist making sure they were loose.

"Can you do this?" Thomas questioned. "If you can't-"

"I can do this." I answered hating the tremble in my voice.

… 5 Minutes Later: Inside House …

The front door of the house opened and a man stood in Guardian attire. "Sean." Thomas greeted his hand firmly around my arm. "Where is he?"

Sean wiped the astonished look off his face as he looked to Thomas. "Prince Dashkov is in the study with Robert and Natalie."

Thomas glanced down at me. "Are you ready?"

I lifted my head looking directly into Thomas' eyes. "I'm ready."

Thomas and Sean stood on either side of me as they walked me into the study hall. Victor Dashkov stood in the center of the room wearing black dress pants and a charcoal dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone.

"Rose." The smug bastard grinned at the sight of me. "Welcome."

"Victor." I greeted suppressing my own grin. "Congratulations. You won." A giggle caught my attention and I focused on Natalie Dashkov. "Hello Natalie."

"Hello Rose." Natalie giggled as she unfolded her legs and stood from the couch. "You look- delightful."

I chuckled without humor as I stared at her. "Thank you, Natalie. I'd take the credit but it was all thanks to your father! 5 months in a mental hospital being treated by sadist rapist does incredible things to ones physical and mental form."

At the mention of rape I felt both men on either side of me tense.

"Let us not discuss such ugly things." Robert Doru stood from behind the wooden desk behind his brother. "I'm glad to see you're not dead." It was directed at Thomas. "We'd feared that the girl had killed you too."

I decided to ignore the 'girl' comment and refocus my attention. "Victor." I looked directly into his eyes trying to read the emotions there. "How does this end?"

"Unfortunately, Rose, I'm going to have to kill you." Victor answered stepping closer to me. "It's not personal. It just is. It's a shame because you're so talented and it is true what they say. You're the best Guardian of your generation and truth be told you'd easily replace 3 of my men and perform their duties a million times better."

"You're the 2nd person to say that to me." I confessed feeling the indescribable rage burst out of my chest as I allowed the cuffs to fall from my wrists. I wrapped my hand around my blade and leaned a little closer. "This. Is. Personal." I sneered pulling my arm from behind me with my blade in hand as I grabbed the front of his shirt as my blade went to his throat slicing his throat.

"DADDY!"

"VICTOR!" Robert screamed. "Kill her!"

The two guardians' that remained in the room sprinted to action but almost simultaneously two gunshots- BANG-BANG -went off and the two guardian's bodies fell to the floor blood oozing from the entry bullet wound on their foreheads.

"You b-betrayed us." Natalie's voice trembled. "H-how could you do that?!"

Robert Doru stepped in front of his niece shielding her. "Rose- please- kill me and let my niece go." Robert looked white as a sheet his eyes flickered between the three of us and his dying brother. "She's innocent."

"Nobody is innocent." I barely recognized my own voice as I spoke. I considered letting Natalie go. Victor Dashkov was the bad guy and I'd killed him or I would have once he stopped choking on his own blood.

The darkest part of me reared its ugly head and took pleasure of the chaos and death surrounding me. So much blood… So little time to enjoy it… It'd been reacquainted with this side of me during Richards torture- I'd liked it, correction, I loved it- I almost felt like myself again. Almost.

"Natalie." I couldn't believe I was doing this. "Run."

"Not without my uncle-" Thomas aimed his gun at Robert's knee and pulled the trigger. "UNCLE! You son of a bitch!"

"Run-" I repeated myself. "-before I change my mind little girl."

"Go." Robert shoved his niece away. "Run." Natalie stumbled to her feet and ran past us out the door. "I'm ready to die."

"And you will." I assured him. "Cuff him to the fireplace."

My phone buzzed with a text from Leigh. "It's time to go."

"You're just leaving me here?!" Robert sounded genuinely shocked. "W-why?"

"So you can burn with your brother." I answered waving a hand towards the door. "Let's go boys."

Thomas, Sean, and I walked out the backdoor of the house and headed towards the edge of the woods towards the front of the house. I stopped at the edge turning back only once at a safe distance watching as Leigh and Quinton jogged across the lawn to join us holding up the remote.

"3. 2. 1- Light it up, Quinn." Leigh grinned as her cousin detonated the bombs that'd placed in the basement of the house.

"Who is that-?" Quinton questioned directing our attention towards the man approaching the front steps of the house. "-If he goes inside that house he's dead-"

No. I whispered to myself shaking my head. No. It can't be. What the fuck is he doing here? "NO!" I screamed as the bombs inside the house went off sending Dimitri's body flying back off the steps towards Thomas' car hitting the windscreen before rolling off onto the gravel. "NO!"

"We need to get out of here-" Leigh gasped grabbing my arm.

I ripped my arm from hers and sprinted across the lawn towards the man lying unconscious on the gravel. "Dimitri!" I fell to my knees beside him rolling him onto his back brushing the rocks and smoke from his face. "Open your eyes!" I pleaded pulling his head into my lap. "Please. Open your eyes, Comrade."

"We need to leave." Thomas ordered from behind me. "It's not safe here."

I looked up meeting Thomas' gaze. "I'm not leaving without him."

"He's dy-" Quinton flinched swallowing his words as I shifted my gaze to his.

"Finish that sentence and I will kill you." I threatened before turning my focus back onto Dimitri. "Comrade? Baby- if you can hear me- please don't die."

"We need to get him to a hospital." Leigh knelt next to me placing her hand on mine. "If he has any chance we need to go now."

I leaned down and I kissed Dimitri's lips. "Please. Don't die." I whispered softly against them feeling my own tears against his cheeks. "Help me lift him."

Thomas and Sean lifted Dimitri's body with ease and I climbed into the backseat of Thomas' car guiding Dimitri's body inside until his head was rested on my lap. It was impossible to fit anybody else into the back seat with us.

Thomas slid into the driver's seat and Leigh into the passenger seat. Sean stopped at Thomas' window telling him that he'd take Quinton and meet us at the hospital.

"Be careful." Thomas pleaded.

"I will." Sean promised squeezing his arm. "Go."

I refocused on the unconscious man and brushed my fingers through his short hair. "You cut your hair." I whispered quietly. "It's nice."

"R-roza." I stopped breathing at the sound of his voice. "A-are you r-r-real?" I cried with relief at the sound of his voice and I couldn't help the tiniest giggle that escaped me. I'd spent months dreaming of this man and I frequent question if he was real or a figment of my imagination. "R-roza?"

"It's funny." I whispered leaning down close to his ear. "I'm usually the one questioning what is real and what isn't these days…"

"Don't l-leave me." I felt tears roll down my cheeks as I heard the pain in his voice. "I-I've miss you."

"Don't leave me." I pleaded kissing his forehead.

10 minutes later I watched Thomas' carry Dimitri's unconscious body into the emergency room yelling for help. "Why didn't you go with them?" Leigh questioned staying at my side at the entrance of the emergency room.

"Cause' it's not over." I answered. "Did you hear from Dominique?"

"Yep." Leigh answered. "He's located Ivan Zeklos." I nodded my approval before pulling out the phone I'd swiped when Thomas' wasn't looking. "Why do you have Thomas' phone?"

I scrolled through the contacts until I found the contact I wanted. "I've got to make a phone call." I answered placing the phone at my ear. "Find us a car."

"Tommy? How are you little brother?" The sound of my mother's voice hit me in heart and I found myself leaning against the side of the building with tears welling up in my eyes. At least I knew the sound of my own mother's voice.

"Mom?"

"Rosemarie?" I closed my eyes at the sadness in my mother's voice. "Is that really you?"

"It's me." I answered noting another voice in the background. "I don't have a lot of time."

"Are you okay? Where are you? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." It wasn't a total lie. "Mom- listen- Dimitri was hurt and he's been taken to hospital. I'll text you the address."

"W-where are you?"

"I'm at the hospital." I answered. "I can't stay."

"Why not-" Janine was cut off by somebody. "-Ibrahim! It's Rose."

"Janine." I tensed at the sound of my father's voice and suddenly wished that I were right there with him and wrapped protectively in his arms. "R-Rose is dead, Janine."

When my mother spoke again I could tell that I'd been put on loudspeaker. "Rosemarie? Say hello to your father."

"Daddy." I hadn't called him that since I was a little girl.

"Little girl?"

"I'm back from the dead." I announced half amused as I saw Leigh pull up to the curb in a yellow Volkswagen. "I'll text you the address to the hospital. I love you." I hung up shooting a quick text and map location to Janine before I turned off the phone and left it on the bench for Thomas to find. "You've got a thing for classics don't you?"

Leigh grinned as I slid into the passenger seat. "I do." Leigh answered as I buckled my seatbelt. "Aren't you going to ask where we're going?" I lifted my gaze to hers raising a questioning eyebrow. "Fine! You're seriously- like- no fun at all."

I decided to humor her. "Where are we going?"

The biggest grin I'd ever seen lit up Leigh's face. "VEGAS BABY!"

...To Be Continued...

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