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&quot;Cara,&quot; he finished with venom lacing his voice. &quot;Now I&#039;d advise you to brace yourself, it&#039;s going to be a bumpy ride.&quot;<br /> It&#039;s him, the greatest and most feared assassin in Russia, the Don of the Russian Mafia.<br /> Dimitri Volkov.<br /> But he called me Cara, my sister&#039;s name. Did he think I was Cara?<br /> &quot;What do you want from me?&quot; I ask, my voice trembling a bit.<br /> &quot;Revenge,&quot; He grits out to me. <br /> &quot;On Enzo?&quot; My brows scrunch in confusion. He growls out and pulls me close to him.<br /> &quot;On you, Cara.&quot;<br /> ————————<br /> My name is Cora Fletcher, I&#039;m 23 years old.<br /> Born into a family of crime and the underworld, you can say I&#039;m quite weak, I&#039;ve never really liked this life, not since my sister was snatched from me at a very young age by my father because apparently he wanted one of his daughters to be more involved in this life and Cara fit the perfect description.<br /> I only saw her once every year for 15 minutes and I was never allowed to talk to her or even let her see me.<br /> We reunited after our parents died, of course as you can guess someone ordered a hit on their heads and they both were killed making it look like an accident.<br /> My sister Cara is the best female assassin out here in the underworld and she&#039;s married to the Don of the Italian mafia who also happens to be the best male assassin in the underworld, well basically in the Italian mafia.<br /> There&#039;s been rumors of a leader in the Russian mafia, a nameless fear, someone who many think is better than Enzo in terms of ruling and ruthlessness, the best assassin known to the Russians.<br /> In case you&#039;re wondering, Cara and I are twins.<br /> She has been the one looking out for me since we were young and when our parents died, she offered me a place to stay in her husband&#039;s mansion.<br /> I&#039;ve been here with them for about two years now, I&#039;m not really a fan of the mafia but I have no choice since I was literally born into it.<br /> My father worked with a line of trained assassins, he was well a trained assassin as well and so was my mom, so when the time came to pass down his legacy, he chose Cara which I&#039;m grateful for, he didn&#039;t have any male children but he loved us greatly.<br /> My name is Cora and this is how my story starts.<br /> ...<br /> I moan lightly trying to adjust myself and my sight because I still saw blur even after seemingly waking up.<br /> I&#039;m lying on a hard surface, it&#039;s cold and smells like blood and dirt, the whole surrounding is eerily scary and quiet, my sight adjusts to the darkness, mildly, I try to move and I realized I&#039;m tied, my hands behind my back but my legs are not.<br /> I gently sit up, the whole room starts spinning and I feel sick to my stomach, I feel like I&#039;m going to throw up any minute from now, memories from before I passed out starts rushing in.<br /> I remember the mansion being under attack and then someone breaking into my room and me trying to fight back before I was drugged, I look around and I&#039;m in some kind of basement.<br /> My skin begins to crawl, I feel eyes on me but the room is too dark to even make out anything, I squint to get a clear vision and then I see shoes in the far end of the room, brown male shoes, whoever has them on is sitting down.<br /> I move away quickly but that&#039;s a bad idea because my whole body is on fire.<br /> &quot;I thought you&#039;d be out cold for the rest of the evening&quot; the voice booms making me look up to find the strange shoes person having the voice<br /> His voice sounds unfamiliar and his accent is different from all the ones I&#039;ve come to get used to, he&#039;s not Italian, I know that for sure<br /> &quot;Who are you&quot;? I squeak out barely a whisper, my throat is parched and I&#039;m thirsty.<br /> &quot;That&#039;s not of great importance right now&quot; he voices out his thick accent rolling off his tongue, he gets up and walks towards me which allows me to take in his full appearance.<br /> He&#039;s rather tall, with dark long hair, his eyes are sharp Hazel, his face as hard as a rock, he has a small beard just below his face, he looks terrifying I must say.<br /> He stops in front of me and bends down so he&#039;s eye level with me, I move back on instinct, he puts his hand on his ear and speak in an unfamiliar language, he nods and answers like he&#039;s taking orders, all the while his eyes are trained on me.<br /> &quot;The boss will see you now&quot; he mutters before standing up, I thought he&#039;d take me out of her to go see his boss, whoever it is but now, he just takes two steps away from me still leaving me there.<br /> From his accent, language and face I can tell he&#039;s Russian, which only means one thing, The Russians have me.<br /> Which in turns means I&#039;m miles away from home, From Cara, I start panicking.<br /> How will they find me?<br /> I&#039;m probably going to die before they do, the Russians are merciless and if there&#039;s anything they don&#039;t possess, it&#039;s compassion.<br /> I&#039;m still thinking about my fate when I hear heavy footsteps, followed by opening of the door to wherever I am.<br /> The moment the person steps in, the air around me shifts, even the man from before becomes still and poise, the whole atmosphere changes.<br /> Whoever it is that just walked inside this room, holds a whole lot of power, even the way he walks screams authority, I&#039;ve not seen his face yet because he&#039;s still in the shadows but I feel the chills all over my body.<br /> &quot;I must say... It was very easy getting you here&quot; even his voice is nothing compared to what I&#039;ve been hearing all my life, it has this strong authority to it, it&#039;s hard, gruff, husky and terrifying all together, I feel my skin crawl with goosebumps<br /> I don&#039;t miss the accent to which his voice is laced.<br /> &quot;For someone so protected, you were easy prey to my men&quot; he continues walking around me not letting me see his face.<br /> &quot;Who are you and why am I here&quot;? I croak out, I&#039;m afraid and I&#039;m not going to hide it, if he wanted me dead, I&#039;d have been dead, something tells me he doesn&#039;t want to kill me.<br /> He laughs, a menacing, low and taunting laugh, it has nothing friendly to it, it&#039;s the kind of laugh that sends cold chills through the body.<br /> &quot;Who I am....hmm let me see&quot; he thinks for a moment, his voice is now coming from behind me &quot;well some people refer to me as the devil, some say ghost and to many others, I&#039;m just a myth people tell their kids as bedtime stories&quot; he says with so much confidence and pride dripping off his voice &quot;as to why you&#039;re here, you&#039;re smart, you should know that by now&quot; he mutters out.<br /> His explanation of himself makes me gulp hard, I&#039;m scared out of my wits, I&#039;m not even going to lie, and he said I&#039;d know why I was here but I&#039;m coming up with nothing.<br /> &quot;What are you going to do to me&quot;? I ask my voice trembling<br /> &quot;For now, nothing. I&#039;m just going to keep you here for a day or two, let you starve maybe, let&#039;s say I&#039;m prepping you for what&#039;s to come&quot; he says dangerously low.<br /> By now he had walked to the front of the room, still making sure he&#039;s hidden in the shadows, I&#039;m trying hard to see him but it&#039;s impossible.<br /> &quot;And what&#039;s to come... Is not so good..&quot; he paused before walking out of the shadows and into the light so I could see him, from his legs up to his broad chest and his perfect jawline, clean shaved face, pointed nose and his piercing green eyes.<br /> The air got knocked out of me, he had a sinister smirk perched on his face, he looked..... Handsome and young.<br /> Maybe in his early 30s, his face was void of any emotions, so were his eyes, they bore into my soul with great contempt and anger.<br /> He had dark brown hair, he stood tall peering down at me like I was an insect.<br /> It&#039;s him, the greatest and most fear assassin in all of Russia, the Don of the Russian Mafia.<br /> Dimitri Volkov<br /> &quot;Cara&quot; he finished with venom lacing his voice.<br /> &quot;Now I&#039;d advice you brace yourself, it&#039;s going to be a bumpy ride.&quot;<br /> He held a lot of authority, no doubt about that.<br /> He commanded fear and respect wherever he went.<br /> But he called me Cara. Did he think I was Cara?<br /> Did he kidnap me thinking he was kidnapping Cara?<br /> I mean we look exactly alike, same hair, same eyes color, only Cara stood a bit taller than me but someone who&#039;s never seen us both together would never be able to tell us apart from each other.<br /> And us being seen together is something that has never happened, When Cara decided that she&#039;d take over dad&#039;s legacy and become an assassin herself, Dad made sure to keep me hidden from public eyes, I was even homeschooled.<br /> The media and everyone in the underworld only knew about Cara, they know my dad had only one daughter, no one ever knew about me, or that fact that Cara was in fact a twin.<br /> Even Enzo was shocked the day he met me, it took him a while to adjust to seeing an exact replica of his wife around the mansion.<br /> And I think Dimitri is among the people that never knew of my existence, he thinks he&#039;s holding Cara hostage, when infact Cara is still home with Enzo.<br /> He probably thinks he has the best female assassin in the world locked in his basement, I&#039;m just a twin, I don&#039;t even know how to hold a firepower or a knife, let alone use one.<br /> &quot;Let&#039;s talk.&quot;<br /> I gulped visibly when he uttered that word, that word alone got me hot, scared and terrified, I wonder what he wants to talk about.<br /> He had this look in his eyes, it was vicious, cold, distant and wicked.<br /> I mean I&#039;ve heard stories of him but sitting here on this cold floor looking at him, something tells me he holds a grudge for me or more specifically Cara.<br /> &quot;Whatever I tell you now, I&#039;ll only say once so be careful not to miss anything&quot; he spit out his stare not wavering.<br /> &quot;You&#039;re here as my prisoner, and no I don&#039;t want or demand any Ransom from your husband for your return, you&#039;ll be here for as long as I want you to be&quot; he begins still looking at me<br /> &quot;Of course you know what happens to prisoners, since you&#039;ve had your fair share of taking some for your former Don&quot; he grits out a very dangerous tone to his voice, it&#039;s like he&#039;s hinting at something but I don&#039;t know what.<br /> &quot;You will remain in this basement without any food or water, unless of course I&#039;m in a good mood, of course you&#039;ll be tortured from time to time&quot; he adds making me scared, I can&#039;t handle mafia torturing<br /> &quot;Have it in mind that I&#039;ll document some of these torture as a souvenir for your dear husband&quot; he tells me still keeping a hard glare on me<br /> He stops as if waiting for me to say something but all I do is just lower my head, his stare scares me, it unnerves me and puts me on edge.<br /> I have never had to face anyone like this, not in my entire life.<br /> Cara is the brave, bold and witty one<br /> I&#039;m just the silent, shy and naive of the both of us.<br /> I don&#039;t want to tell him that I&#039;m not Cara because if he knows, then he&#039;ll realize he has no use for me and probably kill me<br /> Men like him have no room for compassion or pity, they shoot first and ask questions later and I&#039;m not willing to put my life at risk.<br /> &quot;I expected more of a fight from you, this is not the famous assassin I&#039;ve been hearing so much about for the years&quot; he mutters out tauntingly, of course I&#039;m not her dumb, but of course I don&#039;t have the nerve to say that out loud.<br /> &quot;I can say I&#039;m very disappointed&quot; he spits.<br /> &quot;Where am I&quot;? I ask after minutes of watching him talk, at least I should know where I am should in case I escape, which is most likely not going to happen but let me hope.<br /> &quot;You should know by now&quot; he says smirking at me &quot;You&#039;re in Russia&quot; he whispers, I suspected it but now that he confirms it my blood runs cold.<br /> How will Cara ever find me?<br /> I&#039;m in a foreign land with no means of reaching anyone I know, worse, they think I&#039;m someone else.<br /> What will happen to me if he finds out I&#039;m not Cara but infact the exact opposite of who he wanted.<br /> &quot;Vissarion will make sure you&#039;re comfortable as much as a prisoner should be&quot; he says with an evil smile and sinister look in his eyes<br /> He gets up from the chair and starts making his way to the door, but my voice quickly stops him.<br /> &quot;If I&#039;m going to stay here for long, the least you can do is let me have my bath, I stink&quot; I mutter the last part out, I see his shoulder tense before he turns around and faces me<br /> &quot;You want a bath &quot;? He asks giving me a weird look, in this moment I don&#039;t even know what I&#039;m doing, I just nod like an idiot, which isn&#039;t really a good idea.<br /> &quot;Vissarion&quot; his voice booms out through the whole basement and within seconds, The man from before enters as if he&#039;s been standing outside, he bows in front of Dimitri in respect<br /> &quot;Our little wants a bath&quot; he says in a mocking tone and as if the man understands, he just nods before going back out again.<br /> Dimitri has his eyes dead set on me, glaring, staring, studying and watching me, it&#039;s making me uncomfortable, I feel small sitting here.<br /> I feel like he&#039;s going to squash me with his eyes or worse, he&#039;s going to kill me.<br /> I squirm a bit, the floor is cold and hard and I&#039;ve been in this position for hours it&#039;s getting hard to get blood moving all over my body.<br /> Suddenly the door opens again to reveal Vissarion, I believe is what Dimitri called him, but this time he has something with him... A bucket, I assume a bucket of water.<br /> He hands it to Dimitri before taking two steps back, Dimitri takes it from him before inspecting it and looking at me with the same glare.<br /> He starts walking towards me &quot;you wanted a bath?&quot; He asks tauntingly, and I shake my head trying to move back, I don&#039;t know what he wants to do but I know it&#039;s not something I&#039;ll like at all.<br /> Before I can even get a chance to say anything he turns the bucket in his hands upside down and empties the whole content on my body, as soon as the cold water comes in contact with my skin i cant help but squeak and yelp out loudly.<br /> I tense at the contact, my whole body is drenched in cold water, very cold, my dress is wet completely, in fact my whole body is dripping with water.<br /> He hands the bucket back to Vissarion, who quickly takes it from him.<br /> He bends down to my eye level moving some of hair out of my face.<br /> &quot;Do you feel clean now, hmm? Or you want more bath&quot;? He taunts making me shut my eyes before opening them back and glaring at him hard.<br /> He doesn&#039;t even seem fazed by my anger or glare, I don&#039;t even have any words to say to him because I can already feel my whole body covered in cold spots.<br /> I&#039;m definitely going to catch a cold, he gets up abruptly and walks out the door with Vissarion tailing behind him and locking me inside.<br /> ...<br /> Dimitri<br /> Ivan knows how to tick me off, there&#039;s a reason I never let him come visit me and he knows, that&#039;s why he didn&#039;t call that he was coming today, he just showed up while I was in a meeting, Vissarion had to interrupt my meeting to tell me that my cousin is down the basement with my hostage.<br /> I get there and I find him having a chit chat with her, like she&#039;s some top tier guest.<br /> I don&#039;t like the way she looks at me, like she&#039;s innocent which she&#039;s not.<br /> I&#039;ve heard and seen pictures of her from various people, they all talk about two things, she&#039;s very young and very beautiful.<br /> Which isn&#039;t a total lie, The Best there is in what she does as a woman, one of the sole reasons I hate her, why she&#039;s locked up down there.<br /> Personally I don&#039;t have a problem with the Italian mafia, ever since taking over as the Don at the age of 18, I have tried to stay clear off any drama, including wars with any other mafia.<br /> But I know I crossed that line having her here, I&#039;m just surprised her so called husband hasn&#039;t called yet to demand ransom for her release, according to rumors, she&#039;s Enzo&#039;s prized possession, his jewel, so why is she still in my basement?<br /> Why hasn&#039;t Lorenzo De Luca called me to request the release of his wife yet?<br /> I have had her with me for a month now.<br /> I haven&#039;t even done anything to her yet, I&#039;ve been busy with handling the family that I&#039;ve not had time to really go have a talk with her, a talk that might most likely end up in me torturing her.<br /> She was actually very easy to capture for my men, for someone so skilled and powerful, I didn&#039;t expect them to be able to get her at first trial, I was thinking she&#039;d put up too much of a fight or restraint but nothing.<br /> Since being here, she hasn&#039;t tried to escape, not even an attempt, I know she&#039;s probably planning something but I&#039;m not going to wait around to find out, that is why I still have her on chains and in the basement.<br /> ...<br /> &quot;Any news from the Italian&quot;? I ask my underboss Vissarion as he sits in front of me and he just shakes his head<br /> &quot;нет&quot; he responds making me nod slowly, Enzo really isn&#039;t going to call or try to reach out to get his wife, personally I don&#039;t even care because of he does call, I won&#039;t even let him speak to her let alone give him hope of ever seeing her again<br /> (Translation: no)<br /> Vissarion hasn&#039;t left yet and he hasn&#039;t made to leave, which means he has something to tell me but he&#039;s trying not to.<br /> &quot;What is it Vis&quot;? I ask him and he just breathes out<br /> &quot;Nothing boss....&quot; He pauses before he continues &quot;it&#039;s just that it&#039;s been a month already, I don&#039;t think she knows why you took her&quot; he says making me look at him.<br /> &quot;She does, she&#039;s just very good at acting and pretending to be clueless, she knows why I have her here&quot; I tell him.<br /> I know she knows me, or at least she&#039;s heard of me before, I&#039;m a very known name around the underworld, I saw the shock and fear in her eyes when I stepped into the light, I didn&#039;t have to say my name, she already knew it was me.<br /> Not many people have the privilege of meeting me, and those who have, don&#039;t really live to tell the tale.<br /> &quot;Come&quot; I say getting up and Vissarion following right behind me as we both walk out of my study, I head to the basement to check on the prisoner I have there.<br /> It doesn&#039;t seem as if she gets the message, maybe because I haven&#039;t had the time to show her just what I&#039;m capable of, she&#039;s heard of it yes, but she&#039;s never seen it first hand.<br /> I walk down the basement and I come face to face with the huge metallic doors, two guards stand in front of it watching, they stand straight and bow their heads the moment they see me, I just go ahead and open the door before walking in, with Vissarion following behind me.<br /> The moment I walk in and meet eyes with her, I see her visibly gulp and adjusts herself, she barely ever moves from her sitting position, well where will she go, she&#039;s afraid of me<br /> She should be<br /> I stop in front of her with Vissarion standing at the door.<br /> &quot;I don&#039;t know what you discussed with my cousin and I don&#039;t care, but what I do find strange is why he&#039;s soliciting on your behalf to at least let you bath&quot; I say lowly and she just looks up at me with those big blue eyes, the way she looks sometimes is so annoying I just want pluck them off.<br /> &quot;Do you think you deserve a bath&quot;? I ask bending down to her eye level.<br /> &quot;If soaking me wet again with a bucket of water is your idea of a bath, then I think I&#039;ll pass&quot; she mutters not meeting my gaze.<br /> She&#039;s got guts talking back at me, especially with such a tone.<br /> &quot;I&#039;d advice you watch your tone with me &quot; I spit at her &quot;I wouldn&#039;t hesitate to put a magazine through your head, you are of no use to me&quot; I tell her and I see a ghost of a smile playing on her lips, why is she smiling?<br /> &quot;You won&#039;t kill me, if you wanted to kill me, you won&#039;t go through the troubles of bringing me here&quot; she voices out as if taunting me, her eyes holding an array of hope.<br /> I laugh, not a funny or genuine laugh, an empty one.<br /> &quot;Don&#039;t mistake my lack of time for sympathy, don&#039;t test me , I will kill you if you push me past breaking point&quot; I mutter lowly very close to her face, I see her confidence waver and it causes me to smirk.<br /> &quot;What do you want from me&quot;? She asks her voice trembling a bit.<br /> &quot;Revenge,&quot; I grit out to her and I see her brows scrunch in confusion.<br /> &quot;On Enzo&quot;? She asks making me growl out, I shake my head slowly before grabbing her face in a tight grip and pulling her close to me.<br /> &quot;On you, Cara.&quot;

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