** Well hello my lovelies. My, my, it has been a while, hasn't it? I know, I am awful for leaving you like that and I am deeply sorry for my over extended hiatus. But I'm back now and I come baring gifts; more specifically a shiny new chapter update. Well, I hope you're as excited about my return to the fanfiction world as I am, and as always enjoy xoxo **
I tossed my blonde wig onto the ground and removed by sunglasses as I approached the vault doors. James, a real estate agent and old associate on mine who used to assist me to find hide outs while on jobs in France, greeted me politely. "It's wonderful to see your Ms. Volkov, I admit I almost didn't believe it when your mother called." James was a short pudgy man with round glasses, a bad mustache, and receding hairline. "It truly is my pleasure to be helping you with this and you have my full discretion in this matter."
"Thank you James, I hope you know how much I appreciate what you're doing for me here." I smiled sweetly at him, handing him my sunglasses as I turned to face the vault doors. "Open it." I instructed him simply.
He placed his palm the scanner near the door. This vault was one of many he often used to store valuable, and typically stolen, items he acquired through his work. Today however, the vault had been cleared out and stocked for my needs; killing Bastian. The vault door popped opened and I pushed it opened the rest of the way as I entered. And there he was; on his knees with a wooden beam on his shoulders, arms tied to the beam. He had been beaten severely, that much was obvious by his welted and bloody face.
Naturally, the MacManus brothers were there. Their sleeves were rolled up and their hands were bandaged due to what I assumed to be extremely hard punches to Bastian's abused face. Conner was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. Murphy was standing behind Bastian with her arms crossed intently over his chest, he was glaring at the back of Bastian's head as if he was trying to burn a hole through the man's skull. Murphy's eyes then shifted up to me as I closed the vault door behind me; he smirked at me.
"You fucking whore," Bastian spat blood as he talked, only to be kicked down to the ground by Murphy. Conner remained unbothered, still smoking as if he had no care in the world.
"We took the liberty of breaking his arms," Conner then spoke to me, "Should we go for the legs as well?"
"Be my guest." I replied, leaning back against the vault door as Conner and Murphy then stood on each side of Bastian. Murphy kneeled down first, holding the leg in front of Conner in position as Conner then brought down all his weight with a traumatizing force onto Bastian's leg to break the bone. Then they switched, Conner kneeling down and Murphy doing the same to the opposite leg. The sounds of Bastian's screamed echoed through the vault. I wasn't like my brother, I wasn't much for torture. I did not enjoy watching it. However, for my adoring ex-fiancé who sold me out to be tortured, raped, and murdered I made a loving exception.
I turned my attention to a hook on the end of a chain suspended in the air above Bastian. "Get him up, by his legs." I instructed.
Murphy and Conner untied the wooden beam from Bastian's arms, then tied a chain around his ankles. They scooped him up off the guard and hoisted him up into the air, catching the chain onto the hook. They took a step and let the hook catch the weight and then Bastian just dangled there.
"Conner?" I said simply and he stepped towards me, digging in his pocket to take out a syringe.
"This was a fun little drug you gave my father." I spoke to Bastian as Conner handed me the syringe. "I thought you might enjoy as much as I did." I stepped closer to Bastian and pricked the needle into his arm. "You know, I thought about dragging this out, maybe going a few days, let you experience the hell you pushed me into," I began to explain to him as I injected the drug into his arm. "But I'll be honest, I'm ready to put this all behind me." Once I emptied the syringe, I tossed it to the ground and took a step back. "It takes about an hour to really feel it in full force. So we're gonna' leave you to it, let you enjoy what little time left you have of your miserable life, and then I'll be back."
Without another word, I headed back towards the vault door, banging on it to alert James that we were ready to come out. After the door popped back open, Murphy and Conner followed me out. James, who had been watching the entire scene unfold on a monitor mounted on the wall outside the vault, gestured for us to follow him down the hall. "Would you and your associates care to join me for a drink in my office, Ms. Volkov?" James asked me casually as Conner shut the door behind us.
"We'd love to." I smiled politely as James as he led us down the corridor of the basement to the elevator.
"Don't worry about Bastian, I'll have a guard at the vault door watching the monitors so if he somehow manages to get down, my guy will let us know."
"Oh he won't be getting down from there." Conner insisted with a soft chuckle.
We followed James onto the elevator, which took us to the second story of James' office building. He led us then to his personal office, where inside waiting for us were my mother and Uncle Boris.
My Uncle Boris, who has assumed control of the family after I murdered my father, was a physically unassuming man. He was rather tall and slender, but not scrawny. He had very sharp and defined facial features, which did make him look rather villainous. His kept his face clean shaven and hair dyed black, although a few grey hairs did tend to show here and there.
Boris stood to greet us as he entered the office, smiling proudly at me, "There's my favorite cold hearted niece." He held his arms out to me and I stepped into his embrace. "It's so wonderful to see you Valentina."
"Thank you for helping us Uncle Boris." I said to him simply once he released me. "These are my friends, Conner and Murphy MacManus." I introduced him as I gestured towards the twins.
"It's such a great pleasure to meet the famous Saints," My Uncle Boris boasted as he reached his arm forward to shake their hands.
"Please to meet you as well." Conner spoke in Russian as he shook Boris' hand.
"We appreciate you helping us with our plan." Murphy added, also in Russian.
"Of course." Boris responded to them, in Russian, pleasantly surprised they that they spoke our language.
"Please, everyone sit." James insisted as he took the seat behind his desk. Conner and Murphy sat on a nearby sofa while I sat between my mother and Boris in an armchair in front of the desk.
"How much longer?" My mother finally asked me, speaking to me in Russian.
"About an hour." I informed her; I responded in Russian as well.
"The twins did a number on him." James insisted as he opened his laptop. "Here," He then turned it to face my mother and Boris, pressing play as a video clip of the twins beating Bastian played on the laptop screen.
"Wonderful," Boris exclaimed, "I never cared much for that man. And I always thought you were too good for him."
"How are you going to do it? Shoot him?" My mother asked me, still in Russian, turning her attention away from the laptop while my Uncle Boris continued to watch.
"I wouldn't waste a bullet on him. He deserves something much more painful." As I answered my mother I glanced over at Murphy who, for a moment, flashed me a look of concern. I ignored him, not wanting to cause another debate between us about this.
"Well," My mother began with an intense look in her eyes, "After what he did to you, whatever you decide will be too good for him."