Howdy peoples! Sorry for the lateness, had to go out early this morn!
Well, you couldn't wait to see the boys reaction to Rose getting the Stingray... Well, here 'tis!
Thanks to my wonderful beta, Angela! Luv ya darl!

Chapter 4

"What the FUCK do you mean, 'It's gone', Chris...?" Dimitri yelled. "How the fuck did they get to it so fucking quickly?"

When Christian had been alerted in the wee hours of the morning about the Cobra's theft two days earlier, he'd tried to bribe Adrian into telling Dimitri the bad news, but nothing he offered was taken up.

"I like my head right where it is thank you very much! You're the one who found out and you'll be the one to tell him." So, with a deep breath, Christian found himself outside Dimitri's office door hoping that he wouldn't be walking back out, in pain...

"I don't know." Christian said more than a little annoyed. "The security around that place was top of the line and I still don't know how the hell they got it out of there."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that the only door in or out of the room that the car was stored in, is a personal fucking access door, not exactly big enough for a fucking car." Christian was pissed to find that Lissa had been able to find out more about the security of the building than he'd been able to, but truth be told, he was a little turned on too... He knew she was good with a computer but this showed just how cunning she was.

"Well obviously, that wasn't the only fucking door, now was it?" The big Russian's voice had dropped scarily low and the look on his face had Christian slightly worried for his own well-being for the first time in his life. Sure, he'd copped a punch or ten over the years, but it was always in jest, he'd never feared his friend the way everyone else did.

"Obviously... Look, there's nothing we can do about it now, the girls got one over us; it won't happen again. I've got traces on all the other cars, two that we can choose from right now."

"Which ones?" Dimitri said barely reigning in his temper, at this point, he could hardly see straight. Out of all the cars he'd been hired to find, the Cobra was the one he wanted the most... now it was gone. She'd got to it before him and that didn't sit well with him at all.

"Um, the '68 Vette and the '69 Camaro."

"Bring in Spiro if you have to," Dimitri said as he stomped past his partner to the door, "... I want them both. I will not be beaten again; do you understand?"

"Of course." Christian stood where he was for a few seconds, thankful he was still in one piece and winced as the door slammed shut behind him. "Fuck..." he whispered to himself.

Dimitri on the other hand was tunnel-visioned in his quest to make his way down to the gym. He was so mad, that had he not left when he did, he thought he might just take out his anger on Christian; something he never thought possible. Chris was always the one he protected when they were younger.

He quickly made his way to the one place he could relieve the anger that was surging through his body, growling when he found it occupied by some of his men. "Leave!" he yelled ferociously. No-one uttered a word as they quickly found somewhere else to go. Dimitri walked up to the cabinet housing the tape and bandages and quickly strapped and bound his knuckles. Dummies of varying shapes and sizes, used for sparring practice, were lined up at the back wall, so he walked over and let fly...

Half an hour later, three were totally dead, completely beyond repair; the two might live to see another day; Dimitri's hands were another matter. He didn't feel the pain emanating from the swollen and broken skin; his mind was too occupied on the woman who had made him look like an incompetent amateur...

"We're ready to go," Adrian's voice sounded behind him. "...Chris wants to get set up early. He'll go with you, Spiro with me." Adrian's eyes flickered down to his friend's bruised and bleeding hands and was thankful that he hadn't been the one to break the news about the Cobra, he was pretty sure that his friend wouldn't have restrained himself in the same manner as he'd done with Christian. Years of experience had told him that because of his size and life skills, Dimitri saw Adrian as being able to 'take it' more than Chris.

The girls had one-upped Dimitri; something that no-one he could think of, would have had the balls to do. He'd heard a lot of talk about Rose and Lissa lately;talk about the two hot single chicks and how they'd take on any job, and get it done... He knew exactly how hot they were... but he also knew his friend well enough to know that she was a thorn in his side lately. He could only hope that they hated each other enough so that he wouldn't hold back where the cars were concerned and would sink his teeth into her.

Each team had three men; Dimitri and Christian were accompanied by a young kid from the old neighbourhood, Jesse. He was eager to please and to impress, so he never questioned anything that was asked of him; an attribute that appealed quite a lot to Dimitri. Their target was the Corvette Roadster. Even with a price tag just over half of the $M1 tag of the Camaro, the Corvette wasn't a car that Dimitri couldn't pass up the chance of driving; something that Adrian knew without the need to ask.

Adrian and Spiridon were off with Eddie, another computer whiz; it didn't hurt that he was almost as big and scary as Dimitri. With transport organised to and from the sites, the two teams were on their way.

On arrival, Christian got to work on his computer while Dimitri drove to their destination.

"Okay, I'm just going into the security feed now... I went in before we left to change the codes we'll need to get in. Miles and Theo were able to obtain a copy of the key and they'll be waiting for us about twenty minutes from here." Christian reached into the bag he'd brought with him and pulled out a satnav and stuck it to the windshield by the suction cap. "I've pre-programmed the meeting spot; just follow the arrow."

The car was quiet for the trip to where they men would meet Christian's colleagues for the handover of the key. Dimitri was anxious to get to the car; he did not want a repeat of last week and the travesty of the missed Cobra.

hehehe Someone's a sore loser! :-)