I felt sick and took a few deep breaths. It couldn't be loose. Just not now. Not before the last push. Not when Nikita's life and well-being, more than ever, depended on me ... on us.- I'll take care of everything, Kira, - as if reading my thoughts, said Grisha. In two steps, he was next to me and, turning me around, lifted my chin. - You didn't work too hard. Now it's my turn, but you will have to obey me. No questions or doubts. Okay, number one? he added, and stroked his finger affectionately over my lips, urging me to look at him.I looked up and immediately fell into the trap of his killer eyes.- Are they going to die? I asked breathlessly. - Kohan and everyone else?- It's a special pleasure to bring down psychos, - Grisha answered seriously. - But if you want to put a bullet in his forehead yourself, then I'll leave the signature shot for you. Deal?The latter was said by him jokingly, but I was not laughing. I had no doubt that Grisha would kill everyone, but... At what cost
I nervously ran my fingers through my unusually short hair, polishing the shiny parquet in the living room with my bare feet in anticipation of the arrival of Grisha's mother.The latter, comfortably seated on a huge sofa with pleasant red upholstery, tirelessly followed my movements, betraying nothing of the excitement that drove me crazy.Four days. We waited for four whole days to move Nikita to an apartment, or rather a penthouse, which Grisha bought as soon as he found out that I was pregnant. With panoramic windows and a luxurious terrace, it occupied the entire top floor of an elite high-rise building, which had a helicopter landing pad on the roof.It was possible to get into it only by overcoming the serious security post at the entrance to the closed courtyard and the second one on the ground floor, and then by the elevator, but only if you had an electronic card that allowed you to go up to the penthouse or received permission to even enter the courtyard at all.Frankly spe
- Where is Grisha? - I repeated, raising my voice, which made it sound somehow alien and cold, and the question itself, as if it did not require an answer: the wolfhound did not keep his word and did not return to me.Nikita, awakened by my cries, twirled uneasily in my arms. I felt, probably, how the blood was slowly congealing on the approaches to my heart.- Seryozha, do not be silent, please! Evelina joined in, putting her arm around my shoulders.I shuddered at her touch and how calmly she spoke, as if we were clearing up a long Saturday gathering.- They were waiting for us... - meanwhile squeezed out Gray. The closet mirror where he leaned against turned red with blood. - We just left the yard ... We didn’t even reach the intersection ...Alyosha took out his phone and, having dialed the security post, requested video from external surveillance cameras that looked out just at the intersection.- My scooter was stolen! he barked into the phone. - I'm waiting!I looked down at my
Without looking at Evelina anymore, I returned to the living room and, just in time: the head of security brought a flash drive with recordings from video cameras.It was a well-knit wolf with a hint of gray hair at the temples and a very calm look, effortlessly picking out all the details of what was happening, but not a hint of concern about this.Of course! What did he have to worry about? His case was a side, and even if they establish that the motorcyclists left the courtyard, which was obvious, because it was a stone's throw from the gate to the intersection, he would simply shrug his hands, they say, nonsense: such rabble does not hang around here. And no one will refute his words and prove otherwise.Well, the camera footage he brought me... Well, good luck getting it!Something told me that the wolf did his job perfectly, otherwise he would not have been the head of the security of the house in which the hired killer and the widow of the former owner of the city lived, who, a
I walked slowly around the room, carefully avoiding all the beer bottles and fast food wrappers that lay on the floor, and stopped in front of a small old table with a peeled polish, on which I used to iron, and on which there used to be a photograph of my mother.The last time I was here, there was a Cop seal on the door, and inside everything was turned upside down, the photograph was broken, and on the floor there was a white outline of the body of Sasha, Alyosha and my younger brother.Then, breathing in the smell of the house, it seemed to me that everything did not happen to me, but now the smells in the apartment were completely alien, and the ghostly voices of my mother, brother, and even mine, and Angelov, who once stood in my place and lived in it, crucified about the fact that family and love in general were weakness and unaffordable luxury, evoked only dry sadness.I pushed them away from me and turned to Damir. Of the outsiders, apart from Koppel, only he and his cousin,
Damir looked at me with a cloudy look with a hint of a challenge and some kind of pride, they say, who was so cool here that not only decided to rob the wolf, but also then offered him to buy the diamonds? I! I! I'm cool Damir! Cool Damir...I could not stand it and hit so hard that my hand from my fingers to my shoulder vibrated for a long time.Alyosha threw Damir to the floor and took out wet baby wipes from his jacket pocket. The habit of wearing them was firmly entrenched in him thanks to Nikita and now turned out to be very useful.Wiping my hand from the blood, I went to the window.- Shut her up! I growled.I don’t know who did what, but the girl on the couch instantly fell silent.Blood throbbed in his temples. I gasped in fury.Four days with me and just one lousy minute to hold your firstborn. And it's all. All that Grisha received because one fucking was too lazy to check the oldest pawnshop in the city, which changed more than one name during its existence.Fuck! The mind
In the urban slums, the police have long been nicknamed the snail due to the fact that even in the memory of the old-timers they were never in a hurry to come to calls, and we calmly left the yard.I opened the car window and lit a cigarette. Alyosha looked disapprovingly, saying that it was not safe, but I just brushed it off. I had nothing to fear. My life for Koppel was now more valuable than oxygen, and if I died, it would deprive him of the pleasure of my torment, so that I could safely move around the city and not be afraid of anything.Grisha Koppel had already taken away from me, and I don’t think he knew that Alyosha was my brother, but I was worried about Nikita and forbade Evelina to go out with him, not only to the street, but even to the terrace, and in general to approach windows.I didn’t want to part with him so much, we were only together again, and I didn’t have time to make up even one percent of my longing for him. I could hold him in my arms for days, feel his bre
I didn’t know what to grab onto and, vainly trying to shout to Alyosha, I huddled helplessly at the table while two half-transformed wolves bled each other. And this was only a warm-up so far: although Misha could not cope with Alyosha and push him away, he stubbornly did not retreat, spewing out growls in response.- Do not climb! Alyosha snarled, the shirt on his back beginning to crack.Gray, who intended to separate him from Misha with a few more guys before they smashed everything, froze in indecision.- Alyosha! - for the hundredth, probably, I shouted, successfully falling between the growl. - Let him go! It's me! I asked them to do it! I! Understand? I!Alyosha, as if scalded, left Misha, but from anger he turned even more purple and went to the table, which, even in a less evil state, could break with one finger.Hmm ... And I thought he was imperturbable!Misha, whose wolf blood seethed, not wanting to cool down, followed, but Gray blocked his path.- Buddy, you better not!
The smell of freshly cut greens haunted me all morning. Of course, he seemed to me, firstly, because he simply could not penetrate the penthouse, and secondly, it was the beginning of September, and the greenery was no longer so fresh.I yawned, trying in vain to put the earring in my ear. The aroma of pancakes unobtrusively penetrated into the bedroom, subtly mixing with non-existent greens. With such smells, and after an almost sleepless night, I could hardly move at all, and for the upcoming meeting I needed at least some vigor. I already dragged it out with her, preparing one thing or another, but the tummy would soon be visible, and I didn’t want to advertise it just like that.The water in the bathroom calmed down, and I, putting the rebellious earring on the chest of drawers to her pair, looked back at Grisha. Naked, wet and megasexual, he drove all the smells out of the bedroom except his own and knocked all thoughts out of my head.I inhaled the indelible smell of cigarettes,
I looked at Chechik, who was holding a machine gun with an impenetrable look. I took only our guys with me, politely (or maybe not very) refusing both Ibragimov and Yana. Chechik barely perceptibly nodded to me, and I turned to Bogdan.- Lead.Bogdan led me and Alyosha past the barracks to the central building, which we went around and went down to the basement from the end.The ice in his chest throbbed evenly in time with his heart. I was ready for what was waiting for me, because today everything will end. Anyway.One more step and one more and one more...Large enough for a basement, the room, which had no sunlight, was dull and gray, soaked with dampness, rat stench, urine, and blood that had been painted on the floor. On a dirty table under a tiny window lay all sorts of tools whose purpose was not difficult to guess, and under it was a rusty bucket, over which flies were hovering.In the middle of the room, among a scattering of silver bullets and shell casings that had been sh
The city smoothly went into emergency mode and cracked under my onslaught for three days.Sparing no effort, I personally visited every hole and doorway, every company and bank, every boutique and restaurant, pressing to my fingernail every carrion that had come out in one way or another ... Yes, in fact, to anything, even completely unimportant, so that convey one single thought: now I was the hostess. Everyone. And everything.Here it should be clarified that after the bloody events in the city hall, there were no love melodramas or tragedies with Misha, sexual submissions or violent acts.The young wolf made his bet. And even though it was temporary, and I was just a way to achieve some of his goals, I squeezed it to the fullest, like Yana, who also decided to keep me company in my crusade.In this, too, one should not see something beyond: the city was on the verge of global changes, and many were looking for profit as a guarantee of the future, and it so happened that thanks to t
- Well, - I answered, picking up the puree from Nikita's chin, which was uttering funny "mind, mind, mind" with pleasure. - Yana indicated the amount? - Gray made such a sour face that I understood without words that she indicated the amount and, in his opinion, clearly overestimated. - Take my travel bag in the dressing room and put the money in it. - Mina Gray became even more sour. - Don't be greedy, Seryozha! I scolded. - Debts must be repaid, and services paid. By the way, do you have everything? I asked. - Do not need anything? Well, there ... - I fell silent and smiled gratefully at Gray, Chechik and Pimple, who at the same time made their already offended mines. - My gold! - I cooed, remembering that the shy ones decently scooped up precious trinkets in Arthur's jewelry store. - Rosa, what do we have with the products? - I switched to other important issues,- It is necessary to bribe, Kirochka, - Rosa answered, examining the contents of a large refrigerator. - And not only pr
I brushed my teeth and washed off the polish from my nails, and under a hot shower I thoroughly washed off everything that was left from the night. While the towel was absorbing water from my hair, I applied fresh makeup, focusing on the eyes in the form of arrows, and simply summed up the lips with a brown pencil. They themselves were dark for me, and the brown outline stood out moderately against the background of bright eyes.After brushing and blow-drying my hair, I painted my fingernails and toenails and, while they were drying, carefully walked along the clothes rack so as not to catch them.How many bright colors... How many different prints... How many unforgettable images you can create, as if becoming someone else...Without thinking twice, I opted for the same wild orange dress that I was going to wear last night. Ribbed and sleeveless, slip style, it surprisingly turned out to be of adequate length and with a high neckline under the collarbones.The catch was that it was s
- And who is so small here and does not sleep so late? BUT?I picked up the disheveled Nikita from the arms of my beautiful Rosa, who met us at the elevator, who now, like Evelina, and even Martha, lived exclusively in the mode of the main man of my life, to whom even the night was not an obstacle to fun, especially when he had a toy pistol in his hands .Purely out of interest: where did the nannies dig him up? Alyosha hid it badly!- How did everything go? - asked the old she-wolf, suspiciously apprehending my regular unusual outfit and surprisingly good mood.- Everything went perfectly! - circling Nikita, pleased with my attention, I answered. Gray and Alyosha slowly dragged sacks of money out of the elevator. - Now we can buy something pretty and tasty! I added. - And also useful! - I stopped and thoughtfully looked at Gray. - Serezha... And what is the coolest weapon?- Not cool, but icy, - Gray corrected me with a chuckle.- ShAK-12 (automatic assault complex - author's note),
If you could only land one hit, where would you hit?Right. At the most painful.For the criminal side of the city, drugs were such a place. Their turnover even exceeded the sale of weapons, for which demand never fell at all.They were everywhere: in beauty salons, insurance and law firms, shopping and entertainment centers, restaurants and bars, newspaper and cigarette kiosks, gas stations, even flower and pet stores, not to mention universities and schools.This variation was explained by the fact that drug addicts were the largest group among the population, and their orderly ranks included not only junkies from the slums who did not see anything better than the dreams that drugs gave them, but also ladies and gentlemen from much more prosperous areas. and families.What reasons the latter had for escaping reality, decide for yourself, but with a probability of 99%, a drug addict of varying degrees of dependence and depravity could be found anywhere in the city, and their eyes and
I put on makeup quickly and even managed to style my naughty dry hair in record time, but with the outfit I was frankly stupid and with a detached look sorted out the trempels again and again.Silly, perhaps, but I missed my old wardrobe: exquisite blouses of noble colors, strict classic skirts of perfect length just below the knee, a collection of shoes with elegant thin straps that Angelov gave me in abundance along with sets of sexy underwear for our pleasures .Evelina, in general, didn’t pick everything up badly and I was more or less used to the frankness of the dresses, but after my mistake at the estate, I wanted to, sorry for the teenage slang, cover myself and in no case follow Alyosha’s advice about shaking some parts of the body .No, the female body, and the male body too, has been a bargaining chip for centuries, and if necessary, I could not only shake my boobs, but it was hardly the case with the head of security. In our first meeting, he was reserved and cold, and, de
The way back to the complex flew by unnoticed. Gray rode the motorcycle easily and expertly, but he was driving. Grisha, on the other hand, knew how to fly, and, clinging to another man, I recalled how my man and I flew from the southern cottage to the city, and how scared I was then that we would crash along the way. Now I would give a lot for this fear in exchange for others.Because of the bastard Koppel, there was no peace for anyone, and despite the late hour, Rosa, Marta and Evelina wandered sleepily around the penthouse. I did not pay much attention to them and, having checked my son, went to my room. The day was busy and was about to end, but ahead of me was not sleep and rest, but work. A lot of work.I hoped that I managed to slip through and Koppel's mercenaries again did not see anything suspicious in the motorcyclists leaving the complex. They could have followed us to the manor, but my guys all, as one, claimed that there were no tails.I just had to believe them, but on