Adam Hunt grinned as he sipped his glass of whisky, pawing at the breast of the young blonde sitting next to him. He didn't know her name, and he didn't care to. She was just a twenty-something whore with great tits and a nice ass that he'd paid his friends in the Bratva for. She'd come from some piece of shit hell-hole on the promise of a better life. He hadn't bothered to find out where. Again, he didn't care. All that mattered was the debt she owed the Bratva, and due to his money, the debt she now owed him. He looked into her eyes, smiling as he saw the fear there. The scared ones were always the best. He tore the top of her dress down, revealing her other breast. As he looked at the blonde hair touching the top of her chest he was reminded of another blonde. The bitch at CNRI who was trying to make his life a living hell. Now there was a fine piece of ass. Hunt had seen her in a business suit on more than one occasion, and he would love to see her out of it. He made a mental note to call Grell tomorrow. The judge owed him a favor. He would see that this bullshit lawsuit was thrown out. Or Hunt would find a judge who would.
He'd also need to call Donny tomorrow. Donny specialized in acquiring people Hunt needed to talk to. Donny could acquire Laurel Lance, and then Hunt and his boys would have their fun with her. When they were done, she'd either wind up dead or sold to the Bratva or the Triads, becoming yet another cheap whore that no one bothered to put a name to. Either way, she would be out of his way for good. Hunt smiled at the thought, and drained the last of his whisky.
"Get on the floor bitch."
"What-"
"I said get on the floor. Then take my dick out, and wrap your tits around it. NOW!" He yelled when the woman froze.
He slapped her across the face, sending her to the floor.
"Move it slut." He growled, and she crawled over to him slowly. Her hands moved to his belt, and then he screamed. A throwing star was embedded in his left shoulder. Before he could scream again, a second throwing star entered his right shoulder.
"FUCK! Who the hell-"
"Leave. Go to 4th and 7th. There's a women's shelter. Go now."
The voice was disguised, but the black leather outfit and long blonde hair made it clear that this was a woman. Another woman in red and black stepped out of the shadows, everything but her eyes hidden by a veil.
"Adam Hunt. You pathetic disgusting worm. Would that I could kill you right here and now." The blonde said angrily, stepping closer to him. Hunt felt his pulse race, and this had nothing to do with arousal. No, this was fear, cold as ice around his heart. Hunt had never felt so afraid as he did when he looked into those eyes. Those eyes were frozen in ice, and full of more hate than he had ever seen before.
"You wouldn't dare. You don't have the balls." He said angrily, trying to keep the fear from his voice. He was Adam Hunt, one of the major players in this city. People didn't attack him. Not if they wanted to live very long.
Rather than anger either woman, his comment made them both chuckle darkly. The woman in the veil spoke.
"How observant of you. No, we do not have balls. What we do have is the ability to get to you. Your men are all dead. None of them so much as fired a shot. Now, as my companion said, we would love to kill you. I personally would take great pleasure in ridding the earth of you forever. Unfortunately, that is not an option we choose to take at this time. However, here's what you will do for us. You will transfer $50 million dollars to the account of our choosing. We'll leave the information for you when we leave."
"You stupid bitch. You're out of you're fucking mind if you think-AHH!"
Hunt screamed as another throwing star was embedded into his left leg, just above his knee.
"Watch your mouth. Now you will transfer that money. If you haven't done it by 11 PM tomorrow night, we'll come take it ourselves. I promise you, what happened tonight will seem like a trip to the spa compared to what we will do to you." The blonde growled. She shoved a piece of paper into Hunt's mouth ,and the two left without another word. Hunt screamed obscenities around the gag, but no one could hear him. His housekeeper would be in for quite the surprise when she found him the next morning.
Outside, Sara was shaking in fury.
"Bastard. It's almost worth killing him and dealing with the fallout later."
"Believe me, I would like nothing better. However, for now he is a necessary piece of our Master's plan. When it is done, I have no doubt that Oliver will allow us to kill him, provided he doesn't do it himself." Nyssa said, and Sara smiled. She knew that Nyssa was right. Sara promised herself that she would take her time with Adam Hunt. He deserved a slow and painful death.
"Did you see the mark on the woman's stomach? Am I mistaken or is that a symbol of the-"
"Bratva." Sara said, cutting her lover off. She had seen the mark too. She knew what it meant. She also knew what they had to do.
"Call your sister. Tell her we're paying our friend Alexei an unexpected visit."
Russia-Same Time
"Oliver! You have succeeded." Anatoli said, and Oliver nodded. He pulled his friend off to the side, explaining why they had been attacked. When he was done, Anatoli shook his head.
"Gregor is like a curse. We cannot be rid of him. You helped me deal with him once my friend. Will you help me one more time?"
"You don't even have to ask. However, when this is done, we need to speak about why I came here. It's important."
"Agreed. Whatever you need brother, ask and it shall be done."
Oliver clapped his friend on the back, walking over to where Talia stood with the remaining members of the Bratva. He nodded to her, and she reached over, punching the man riding shotgun in the face. He fell to the ground, blood spewing from his nose. Instantly the other men pulled out weapons, pointing them at her.
"Lower your guns." Oliver growled, and one man shook his head.
"Do as he says." Anatoli said, walking over to them.
The men slowly lowered their weapons even as the man on the ground stood up.
"What the hell is-"
"Who did you speak with? What was your price for betraying your brothers, for marking your Kahpan for execution by a sniveling coward?" Oliver growled at the man in Russian.
"Anatoli, Kapushun is clearly mad. I am no traitor I-"
"I am Kahpan. Address me as such Dimitri, and answer his question. Or else, I will leave him to get the truth from you." He replied, and Dimitri shivered. He had seen the results of more than one of Kapushun's interrogations. He had no desire to go through one himself.
"Three days ago, when we learned of Kapushun's impending arrival. I was contacted by Oleg, one of Gregor's former compatriots. He had learned that I was to be in charge of the route from the airport. I do not know how. He demanded that I follow a route of his choosing. When I told him to go fuck himself, he showed me a video. He had taken my mother and sister. He promised he would have them raped and sold as whores to the most revolting men he could find if I did not comply. I am sorry Kaphan, but I….What choice did I have?"
"You could have come to me. You could have spoken with me. We were brothers. I would have led the assault to free them myself, but now-"
"Anatoli. I know what it's like to have your family used against you." Oliver said, thinking of his forced servitude under Amanda Waller. The woman had held a knife to Thea and his mother's throats, literally. She had shown him a video and said they would die if he didn't comply with her demands.
"Let him contact Oleg and arrange a meeting. Have him say that the other men were killed, but you and I are dead. He will demand proof. We will use that meeting to free his family."
"Oliver, he is a traitor."
"He is a man with a family. Trust me, my brother. This will work." Oliver said, and Anatoli nodded.
"Very well. Make your call Dimitri." He said, and tears welled in Dimitri's eyes.
"Oh Kahpan, thank you! Thank you! I-"
"You owe Kapushun for the rest of your days. Any service he asks of you, you will perform."
"Yes! Yes! Absolutely I-"
"Quiet!" Talia said, pulling a satellite phone from the car. Somehow, their gear had been undamaged in the attack. Thank goodness for League technology.
She spoke to Nyssa quickly in Arabic. Her eyes hardened, and she stepped away from the others, waving Oliver over. He glared when she relayed what Nyssa told her of her and Sara's encounter with Adam Hunt. Then he stuck his hand out for the phone.
"Nyssa." He said in greeting.
"Oliver." She replied.
"Do as Sara suggests. Just wait until after Hunt has deposited the money. I want time to explain things to Anatoli, and we're in the middle of something here. If you get any push back, call me at once. And when Hunt's usefulness has ended, you and Sara can feed him his balls."
"I was hoping you would say that." She replied, a smile clear in her voice.
"Tell Sara I love her, and be careful. Both of you." He said, hanging up the phone and handing it back to Talia.
The two walked over to Anatoli, Oliver shaking his head at the question in the other man's eyes. They would talk later.
For now, they had a meeting to prepare for.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please read and review, and the next chapter will be up soon!