Chapter 10: The Polish Connection.

"Frederica, I'm glad we decided to start meeting for lunch these past few days. It's good to have a friend in Roanapur." Bayard said

"I agree." Sawyer replied. She had really wanted to ask if they could be considered more than friends. They had met for lunch four times previously plus the night that they went to the diner; that was five dates they had gone on, but had he considered them dates? She didn't know what to do. Shenhua would suggest that she just turn on the sugar every chance she got and jump him as soon as they were alone. Rotton would say something cryptically romantic, probably something about casting herself into his arms with reckless abandon. There was no way in hell she'd ever want to ask Mr. Chang about something like this because god knows what he'd say. She was completely on her own in this situation; she was wondering if the young man across from her was contemplating the same thing.

"Frederica, you ever wonder if………get down."

"What?" She raised an eyebrow

"Get down now!" He slid under the table and grabbed her leg. He dragged the goth underneath the table before she could contemplate what was going on. She heard a loud burst of gun fire pass over the table. She blushed despite her confusion upon realizing that she was under the table with him. "I should have expected this." He sighed

"What…is happening?"

"It should be obvious that the bullets were meant for me. Stay right here." Bayard drew his pistol slowly. Sawyer watched as he came up slowly only to forced back under the table by another burst of gunfire. "Damn it, we're completely pinned down."

"By who?" Sawyer demanded in a raspy whisper

"I only got a good look at the MP 5 in his hand, but I know who he works for, my old employer." He flipped the switch on his gun and blind fired over the table. He crawled from underneath the table and stood up to find his opponent had taken cover. "Zielinski seriously sent you all the way here?" The man gave a loud retort in a language that Sawyer didn't understand. She noted that it sounded Eastern European. Her ears pricked up as Bayard replied in the same language, and then there were a few volleys of gunfire and a sickening thud. "You can come out now." The cleaner slowly came out from her hiding spot feeling even more confused than before. "Are you okay?"

"Fine…..but what was that?" She asked

"Not here, come back to my shop." He led her quickly by the hand out of the café. She caught sight of the fallen man who had been shot right between the eyes. She got a sick feeling in her stomach. It wasn't the kill, hell she had seen much more gore than that, but something about this situation gave her a bad feeling. He didn't speak or even look at her as he pulled her down the street in an ominous trek. He closed the door solemnly and flipped the sign to closed taking a deep breath. He faced her and leaned against the counter.

"We are here….now explain." She demanded in a low dangerous voice.

"You remember how I told you that I have been doing hits since I was sixteen years old?" She nodded. "You didn't ever question how I got into that line of work did you? Ever since I could hold a gun, I was under the employ of an organized crime boss in Poland. My father had worked for this man, and I was inducted shortly after he died in a gang related shooting. The boss' name was Zielinski; he had noticed my talent and love for fire arms. At first, I didn't mind working for him so much; the pay was good and I didn't know how to do anything else." He half smiled as the memories coursed through his head

"What…went wrong?"

"I began to think. That usually fucks things up doesn't it? I began to see how fucking incompetent Zielinski was. He had no business sense, no leadership skills, no organizational skills, and an unnecessarily violent temper. What really got me was how tough he acted when he sucked so royally at fighting. I realized how much I hate incompetence, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I left the country and came up with a fake name. Thus, I am here." He shook his head.

"You gave me…a fake name." Sawyer looked a bit hurt from being lied to. Worse, she wondered if he had lied about liking her. He liked screw with the heads of his enemies. He had put on different acts. He had played business like on his first job with her, he had played chivalrous on the mugger a few nights ago, and she guessed that there was another on his job with the Lagoon. She had just met him, so she shouldn't have been this hurt. While not as terrifying as losing her voice, this was up there. "Who are you….really?"

"My given name is Urban Sawicki. Other than that, you know who I am." He said

"Do I…know you?" She crossed her arms

"Frederica, I have not lied to you about anything else. When we were on our dates, it was me you were talking to. Except that this is what I sound like." That last sentence took on a light polish accent. It was very soft, almost not there at all. "I especially have not lied about liking you."

"I would still…like to spend time….with you. If that…is okay." She smiled

"That's fine with me." He chuckled "But I have a real problem on my hands. Zielinski had found me somehow. Nothing I can't handle though; I really should have handled it in the first place anyway."

Revy awoke naked next to an equally naked Rock asleep on her chest. Now this was something she could really get used to. Her mind returned to the night after the diner causing her to shudder slightly. What happened after they got back to Revy's room? Making love didn't quite cover what they did, neither did having hot sex. There was no doubt about it, they fucked and fucked hard. She took a deep breath and let the memory wash over her.

(LEMON WARNING: Turn away if you don't approve. OR don't I really don't give a fuck. But you've been warned)

Revy closed the door to her room by shoving Rock's back against it; his surprised reaction was muffled by her tongue. She kissed him almost violently as she began to work the buttons on his shirt. She cast it to the floor haphazardly. Rock took advantage of the distraction and buried his face in the Chinese woman's neck. He nipped at her lightly and drew a deep purr from her. She stepped back and slowly removed her tank top and jean shorts; he knew she moved just a little slowly to give him a bit of a show. "Like what you see, Rock?" He stepped forward and cupped her breast gently. He began to massage her through her bra.

"You like that?" He continued his work on her neck as he massaged her ample breasts. He unsnapped her bra and pinched her nipple lightly. There was a sense of elation at having such a cutthroat throw her head back and moan loudly at his touch. She pushed his head downward roughly. He took the hint rather easily. She clutched his head as he sucked on her nipples, switching back and forth between them. Unable to bear it any longer, she dragged Rock by his arm to the bed and practically flung him onto it. "Little warning would be nice."

"Aww, poor baby; I'm sure you'll get over it rather quickly. Especially with what I have planned." Revy purred. She climbed on top of him and unbuttoned his pants. She pulled the offending garment away and dropped it. "Someone is ready." She motioned to the tent that was his boxer shorts; those stayed on for a total of ten seconds before the gunner tore them off. She gazed hungrily at his manhood. She stroked him lightly eliciting a delicious shudder. "You know what happens next?" She teased. She climbed onto the bed and took him into her mouth. He was in pure ecstasy as she took as much of him as she possibly could. She looked up at him smugly from her position. She stopped and stroked him again. "Say my name baby." She gripped him tighter.

"Revy." Rock groaned.

"Good boy." He sucked in deeply as she nuzzled his member playfully. She decided to stop playing and began to suck hard; he couldn't take much more of her ministrations. She stopped just as she felt his muscles begin to clench. "I don't think so, Rock." She slipped her panties off, again making sure to go a little slowly. She crawled up and straddled Rock's face. Taking the hint, he thrust his tongue into her entrance and licked her slowly. "Fuck" She threw her head back. He increased his pace causing her to cry out louder and grind her hips with his strokes.

"You're close aren't you?" He flicked her clit with his tongue causing her to muscles to contract. She screamed his name at the top of her lungs. Her world shattered like a mirror; pleasure seemed to drown her completely. It was doubtful that the door blocked out all the noise, but she couldn't really give a fuck. She slid her way down Rock's body and rested on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her affectionately. "Revy, are you okay?" She took a deep breath and nipped his neck.

"Damn it, that was incredible." She panted. She laid there for a few minutes catching her breath. She kissed him passionately. "Fuck me, Rock." She demanded. He was surprised that she was ready so quickly after an orgasm. Revy reversed their positions quickly. Rock gave a slightly nervous smile and obliged her. "You don't have to be gentle, dumbass. I'm not one of those fragile Japanese dolls you used to bang."

"You want it rough?" It was a completely rhetorical question. If rough was what she wanted, rough was what she would get. He thrust into her as hard and fast as he could. "Fuck yeah." He grunted under his breath as his climax approached. He turned her over and continued to pound into her.

"Give it to me! Fuck my pussy hard baby!" She screamed lustfully. Rock wasn't at all surprised by her expletives; it was Revy after all. He grabbed her hips trying to push himself as deep as he could penetrate her. "Oh fuck, pull my hair, Rock!" Of course he obeyed her request, and pulled the band from her hair and tugged her flowing locks. Their movements meshed together and increased in speed. "Spank me!" She screamed. Without even thinking, he smacked her ass repeatedly. This aroused their lust even farther; it was almost over.

"Revy, I'm almost there." Rock breathed raggedly. The two came together in an explosion of pleasure. The world shattered again, this time for both of them. They were the only two in the world at that moment. They cuddled up affectionately after they settled back down to earth.

"That was the best fuck I've ever had." She said

"No way." He rolled his eyes

"I'm serious, Rock. No one has ever fucked me like that; I've never come with a man." The gunman sighed in satisfaction.

"How is that?"

"Most of the guys I've fucked were drunken one night stands. You think they gave a fuck about my pleasure? I've never fucked anyone who cared or who I really cared about." She looked away.

"That's depressing, Revy." He commented dryly

"I'm just being honest, but that is going to change. Fuck me like that every time." She chuckled. They had fallen asleep in a similar position to the one they were in currently; her mind was now in the present. She looked over at the clock and clutched her business man closer to her; they'd lie there just a little longer.

"Some new comers have been asking about a young man who fits your description. A young man by the name of Urban Sawicki; this young man looks exactly like you, in fact. Is there something you wish to say?" Balalaika crossed her arms impatiently at Bayard, really Urban, from across her desk.

"Yes, I am the person they are looking for. They work for a polish gangster named Zielinski, as I used to. Pardon my language, but Zielinski is a cunt of a gangster. I remember the Hotel Moscow branch across in Poland had dealings with him occasionally; honestly it was mostly out of pity. They didn't take him seriously at all, with good reason. I wanted to go into business for myself, so I fled the country." He said

"Why has he come for you?" The veteran asked curiously

"I didn't take any money from him. I assumed that he'd just find another hit man; I kept his men pretty well armed, but I wasn't really that profitable to him. I expected him to just cut his losses and move on. He's wasting so much money on this." Urban shrugged. "I guess the other gangsters started teasing him about letting an employee run away or some bullshit like that."

"This Zielinski is a cunt, just as you said he was. That does not change the fact that he is asking around. This could be very disrupting to our businesses. He hires a bunch of assassins here and soon there are armies marching the streets. This has happened once before when a counterfeiter made her way here; it is an eerily similar situation too. What do you propose we do about this?" She asked calmly

"Well, I was sort of hoping that you'd let me kill them. I know Zielinski is here supervising the search himself. I can handle this without much trouble, and I'll do it for free since this is my loose end. I've wanted to end this bastard for a while anyway." He smirked

"Very well, you shall be allowed to clean up your mess. Do not disappoint me, Mr. Sawicki."

"One more thing, I'd like to hire the services of Sawyer. I can use some help on this one.

"You'll have to speak to Mr. Chang about that, but I think he'll agree." She replied

"That little fucker is going to pay for skipping out on me." Zielinski said. The gangster, using the term lightly, paced his hotel room slowly. Jacek Zielinski was slightly overweight with a heavy polish accent. He wore a cheap knock off suit as he was too stingy to pay for a quality one; none of his men ever brought it up for fear of being shot. Everyone just kind of pretended to take the man child seriously. After all, he was paying them decent wages.

"Sir, why did we come all the way here? This kid is a little worm, not even worth the time or money to track down." A thin legitimately well dressed man beside him commented.

"Don't question my orders, Feliks. This sends a message that I am a bitch to be fucked with. You need to learn to keep your servants leashed in if you are to take my place one day. We'll drag him back to Poland and make an example out of him. It will earn us back our respect." Feliks resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his uncle's words. He wished he had the initiative to leave as Urban had done. He dreaded going after the kid. The young man was possibly the most skilled gunman he had ever come across. He would follow orders and it would be a complete disaster. So many of their men would be killed for no reason at all, except for this asshole's pride. He hoped it wouldn't get to the point where he couldn't stomach it, but it undoubtedly would.

"From what we've learned, he's been seen spending his time with a young woman who he picks up at a meat packing plant." One of the grunts said. Feliks didn't bother to learn his name as he would soon be dead.

"Take a few of the boys and beat some information out of his girl."

"Boss, there is something wrong. The people are afraid of that place, and they warned us to stay away."

"You're going to let some crazy locals scare you off?"

"No sir."

"Go there now. Use any means necessary to loosen her lips." Zielinski smirked

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AUTHORS NOTE: The Polish have invaded

More action and brutality is on its way. Let me know what you thought of the lemon and that little twist in the plot.

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