❝Life tried to crush her, but only
succeeded in creating a warrior. ❞
BLOODBATH
BLOODBATH
BLOODBATH
PICKS UP: THE WINTER SOLDIER
BOOK 1 in KILLER INSTINCTS
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She was born with an insatiable appetite for destruction.
Six months. That's how long it's been since Zinoviya has been with her father. The five year old girl was cherishing every single moment of being with her soldier. Almost every day was the same, but that's what she liked about it. She already knew what was coming, she didn't need to prepare herself for any different.
But unbeknownst to Zinoviya, today was different.
The five year old was sitting on the cot, as usual, and she was toying with small wooden blocks that Ms. Pellish had given her. The little girl had grown used to the woman, though, she didn't fully trust her. Yes, the woman could be polite, but she could betray her at any moment. And Zinoviya didn't want that.
Just moments ago, her soldier left the facility, not saying anything about the task he had been given. He had only swiftly put dark makeup over his eyes, and a mask, along with his usual uniform, and he disappeared. Zinoviya didn't question him, she never did. She knew better than to speak unless spoken to.
The child rarely ever spoke, only when her and her father were alone. She trusted him, and she always will. He treated her with such care, and the nicknames he gave her made her feel so special, because she knows for a fact that no one will ever, treat her with such kindness.
The loud metal door opened, and Mister Pierce walked in, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Follow me," The man spat in English, he didn't know much Russian, so he usually had his second in command do the speaking to the ones who didn't understand. Zinoviya, on the other hand, understood English, she just wasn't fluent in speaking it. She silently thanked her father for teaching her. She stood up without question, watching as the guard, who stood next to the superior, twisted the key in the hold and swung the cell door open. She stepped out cautiously, following behind the man. She could hear his dress shoes clipping against the floor, and she furrowed her eyebrows.
