3. Anya
CHAPTER 3
ANYA
TWO WEEKS LATER
“E nough of the Little Miss Innocent bullshit, sweetheart. This dick ain’t gonna suck itself.”
I force a smile, even though I’m practically choking on bile at the thought.
Still, my disguise is perfect.
He has no clue who I really am.
Vigo Kosolov reaches out and grabs one of my boobs, which is dangerously close to the neckline of my low-cut dress. I level him with a stare as he fondles it with the grasp of a man who never bothered to learn how to properly pleasure a woman.
Well, fuck him.
Looks like I’m about to do the entire female population a favor.
But there’s no way on this fucking planet that I’m serving him .
Vigo is absolutely one of the most vile men I’ve ever encountered. He sticks his dick into anything with legs, and preferably only those below the age of twenty. He takes advantage of young girls, addicts them to drugs, and then pimps them out for cash…cash he can pump into his underground casino. The illicit business he’s built in Brooklyn has made him wads of money.
It's why the big boss, Ivan Volkov, keeps him in power.
And I’m so excited to finally knock him off this throne.
I grit my teeth, the tense conversation I had with my uncle a couple of weeks ago looping through my mind. We’d just gotten home from that standoff with Vigo, and all of the memories of that horrific night had bubbled to the surface again, threatening to spew out at any given second.
The night my brother died.
The night he was murdered .
I tuck a strand of dark brown hair behind my ear, gripping his legs and pushing them open in a way that has him frothing at the mouth. He has no idea who I am under the wig, the makeup, and the clothes.
He will soon enough.
Before the light goes out in his eyes, I want him to know who’s responsible.
I inch closer to his stubby cock, which is barely hard since he’s high as a kite on drugs…drugs that don’t belong to him.
Drugs he stole.
Drugs he’s been stealing for a while.
The bastard is selling them, too, and skimming the profits. And Volkov has no idea he’s being robbed blind.
But the big reason why I’m here tonight isn’t to make him pay for screwing over his boss and the bratva.
It’s to make sure my uncle has a clear path to execute his master plan, the details of which are still under lock and key. I have to trust that he will tell me everything I need to know when the time comes. Blind faith sucks, but it’s all I have right now.
The first part of the plan… my part…is to make sure Vigo gets what’s coming to him, that the slimy, thieving bastard is exterminated.
Permanently.
And I’m perfectly positioned to slaughter.
I run my fingernails down the front of his beefy chest, trying not to gag as he thrusts his hips toward me. A quick glance confirms that my lips will not come anywhere near that shriveled up, old ass dick.
My knife, on the other hand, will definitely make an impact.
Talk about him getting the biggest possible bang for his buck.
Ha! Pun so intended.
I posed as a hooker to get in here since I can’t take a chance that someone will recognize my face. This hits way too close to home, and if I’m spotted, it will bring hellfire to my doorstep.
I’ve already lost too much.
I won’t risk my uncle’s life.
And I also can’t take a chance of being outed.
“Suck it, bitch. I don’t got all night to play cat and mouse with you.”
“Oh yeah?” I say in a sultry voice, sliding closer. “What else do you have to do tonight? I thought for sure you’d only be doing me .”
I knew just where to go and how to dress to make sure he picked me out of the crowd of girls just waiting for a chance to get fingered by the legendary Russian gangster.
They don’t realize I’m about to do them a huge favor.
“You’re a hot piece of ass, but I got business to take care of,” he grunts, grabbing me by the back of my head and forcing my face between his thighs.
I yelp at the sudden force, and a flutter of panic explodes in my belly when I realize my wig has slipped from its pinned position and is now hanging off the side of my head.
Dammit.
I wasn’t planning to do this just yet, but…oh well.
Plans change.
More specifically, plans go up in fucking smoke with the snap of a finger, just like everything else that’s good and perfect.
And just like that, realization seeps into his pock-marked face.
“Anya,” he growls, clutching the armrests and pushing his body to an upright position. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here? Did your fucking pathetic uncle send you here?” He reaches out and grabs me by the throat. “Or are you just hard up for cash, because nobody wants to work with either of you?” He pulls me closer, hissing right into my face. “You know your uncle is a fucking has-been. It’s just a matter of time before someone drives an ice pick into his heart and tosses his ancient body into the New York Harbor. If you need money, I can take care of you. I got a lot of clients who’d pay plenty for a taste of that pussy if you wanna work for me. It's the only way for you to get anywhere in this life,” he grunts, grabbing my boob and squeezing it hard.
Okay, really? Is he trying to milk a goddamn cow right now?
I force a seductive smile, ignoring the fact that he’s got his grubby hands on me. He’ll never get a chance to put them in me, that’s for damn sure.
“Tell me about how you can take care of me,” I murmur, fluttering my eyelashes at him. “How much can I make?”
He chuckles. “Depends. How tight is that pussy?”
I avert my eyes, trying like hell to appear demure when really I want to hurl all over him.
He lets the wig fall to the floor and grips the back of my head, pulling me toward him. “You a virgin?” he hisses.
“Y-yes!” I yelp as he fists my real hair harder.
Another sinister laugh escapes from his lips. “Well, then, I’m gonna have to give it a test run to make sure you know what you’re doing. I can’t charge top dollar for a bitch who doesn’t know how to fuck.”
The knife strapped to my upper thigh is pressed tight against my skin, my fingers itching to grab it and plunge it into his chest.
But first…
“I can do whatever you want.”
“Oh yeah,” he mutters. “You fucking will. Now start by taking my cock in your mouth, or I’ll kill you and your uncle!” When he swings the palm of his hand against the side of my face, I lose my balance, cursing myself for not seeing that coming. The side of my face is on fire from where one of his ridiculously gaudy rings catches on my cheekbone.
Oh, he did not just do that!
I grit my teeth and he smiles, his yellowed, gapped teeth flashing in the dim light of the room we’re in.
“How does it work?” I gasp in a desperate voice, ignoring that he just bitch-slapped me. “You’re right! We’re broke! Vigo, please, I really need the money, so what would I have to do?”
Vigo’s smile widens. “I like a girl who’s hopeless. Makes me wanna do things to her, things no decent woman would ever allow, but because she needs me to save her, she’ll let me. Just thinking about it makes my dick drip.” He snickers. “Maybe I’ll invite your pathetic uncle to come and watch me fuck his niece. Just knowing you came to me because he couldn’t get you what you need…I fucking love it.”
Uncle Boris is a lot of things, but he saved my brother and me from our own personal hell. Yeah, my life here in Brooklyn is far from glamorous, but it’s better than being dead.
Most days, anyway.
There are always exceptions.
Like the day I have to swallow a cock like Vigo’s.
“He is over, Anya. The Italians fucked him over and humiliated him. Volkov almost had him killed after starting shit with the Villanis over your brother. And I know he’s suffering because he doesn’t have a pot to piss in now. He’s hurting and he’s taking you down in flames with him.” Vigo settles back against the chair. “But I can fix all that. For you .”
I swallow hard. Yes, my uncle made a dumbass move by going after the Villani family and then walking away. Yes, we’ve been struggling to make ends meet for far too long. And yes, I’m here tonight to help him get back in good with Volkov so he can start getting the big jobs again.
Volkov has two loves — power and money.
And I’m the only one who can help fix my uncle’s shitty situation and get Volkov more of what he wants.
It’s all part of this secret fucking ‘plan’.
I allow the corners of my lips to curl upward as I grip Vigo’s cock, running my hands up and down the shaft. My stomach roils, but I do it because I owe my uncle.
God, I owe him so much…
He’s the only family I have left.
I need to do this.
Vigo will pay for everything he’s taken from us.
It’s my personal mission to make sure everybody suffers that fate they deserve, and my list of targets is long .
But first thing’s first.
This piece of shit has to go.
“There’s something I’d like to do…for you ,” I say. “To thank you for helping me…help my uncle.” And with my free hand, I grab the blade from the Velcro holding it to my upper thigh and drive it into his chest. The shocked expression on his face assaults my heart for a split second, the unwelcome sensation all too familiar to me every time I do a hit.
The excruciating memories always bubble up to the surface right about now, when I’m watching the life drain from the eyes of my kill. It’s then when I wonder if my parents’ killers saw the same horrified looks the second they took those machetes to their throats.
Did they feel anything? Or was it all just business to them?
Because even though Vigo is the dredge-of-the-earth kind of bastard who had to be punished, I still feel a twinge of remorse staring down at him.
My parents were good people. They were sweet, loving, and kind; the best parents I could ever ask for.
Did their killers feel that same twinge? Did they have any remorse for stealing them away from me and my brother?
Or was it just business?
Because, to me, it’s never just business.
It’s always personal.