BACKSTAB 🕷Yelena Belova🕷

CHAPTER 1

"She's well trained, quick, agile, and capable." A voice announced as I looked at the tablet in front of me of a target dossier. "She's killed many of my men and a few of the top captains. She needs to be dealt with before she can get to any more." He explained. "That much of a problem?" I asked looking up from the screen crossing my arms. "I don't pay you to ask questions about my problems, Viper. I pay you to deal with them." The man stated. "And if I say no?" I questioned. "Then you die and I'll get someone else to do the job you couldn't. I have plenty of hired guns lined up at my door waiting to get paid...and for you to die, my friend." Ivan Smirnoff stated stepping out of the shadows of the dark room. "Uh-huh. I'm sure you will." I sounded getting to my feet. "How much?" I asked. "$500,000 American dollars." He answered. I pushed my lower lip outward, contemplating. "How would you like it done?" I asked. "Painfully." He growled.

If he wasn't such a short fat man with a balding head...he could've been slightly intimidating. But unfortunately he was not. And the menacing voice that came from his mouth...sounded fake coming from him.

Even though I knew who I was dealing with, it always surprised me how Smirnoff is able to keep a room full of beautiful women around him. Then again...when you happen to be one of Russia's most powerful men...beautiful women are much easier to acquire than when you aren't. Yes, that's right. All these women were purchased. Sickening if you ask me. Buying women off the black market like they're nothing but toys and eye candy.

They treated horribly from the looks of them. When people first enter the well guarded fortress...the first room they walk through...is the worst one of all. Usually the first room of a fortress is made to impress visitors. Not show case the women you bought off the streets, and have them be whipped, tortured, and "played with" by all your men for their fun for the public to see.

The first time I walked in...one of the women was covered in bruises that were the size of her thighs on her legs, arms, and neck. Safe to say that the man who did it to her...no longer has the ability to use any of his limbs. Probably had to do with the fact that I dropped him from a third story building. He crashed into a car below. Ended up breaking his spinal chord and making him paralyzed.

"Viper...is there a problem? Is this job too much for you? Or perhaps you would like a woman of your own, eh? You like what you see, huh? Would you rather get paid in women instead of money this time, Viper?" Smirnoff asked as I pulled my eyes away from the nearest girl who was clinging to Smirnoff. I'm gonna throw up.

"You disgust me." I spat before leaving as Smirnoff laughed. "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Viper doesn't like women. Maybe he has a different...taste. Perhaps...he is a gay bastard that likes fuck men." Smirnoff growled. I froze. Something inside me snapped. I rounded on my heels and stormed towards Smirnoff. His eyes widened in fear at the realization of the incoming threat to his life.

I grabbed him by his neck and choke-slammed him to the floor before picking him up and dragging him by the back of his suit jacket. His arms flailed wildly as his men aimed their guns at me. One of them fired. "DON'T SHOOT YOU IDIOT!!! DON'T SHOOT!!" Smirnoff shouted as a bullet ricocheted passed his head. I kicked a window and shattered it before pinning him to the ground and held his head over the edge of the building. He looked behind him before screaming out looking down at the long drop below. "DON'T. YOU EVER. SAY THAT SHIT TO ME AGAIN!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! OR SO HELP ME...I WILL SHOVE A GRENADE SO FAR UP YOUR ASS THAT WHEN I SHOOT YOU YOUR CHEST YOU'LL FUCKING EXPLODE! GOT IT?!" I raged driving my fist into his pale face. Blood trickled down his nose as he begged.

"Now because you opened your fucking mouth...the pay out is now at $800K." I snarled. "$800K?! You want $300K more than—" He started before I pushed him slightly off the edge of the window. He screamed. "OKAY! OKAY! $800K! DEAL! JUST KILL THAT BITCH!" He spat. I grabbed him by his shirt and hoisted him into the air and held him over the edge. I briefly dropped him and he cried out in terror before I caught him again. "You pull that shit again...I'm blowing this fucking place to hell and back." I growled into his face before throwing him back into the safety of his building and walking out.