❝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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Zinoviya didn't say a word when the blond haired man grabbed her and escorted her down to the streets, where numerous black SUV's swarmed the site. Zinoviya didn't need to even cast a glance at the trademark that was printed on the vehicle to know it was S.H.E.I.L.D. they roughly handled her, and she curled her upper lip as they shoved her into the back of their van. she felt the cuffs that they had placed on her rub her skin raw, and a sensation of bitterness creeping inside her. her breathing was balanced, and her face fell flat. the thought back to her father, she understood. the mission was more important. if it was the other way around she would have done the same, she told herself.
she could feel heat crawling from her neck to her cheeks, and loose strands had now fallen into the frame of her face. she could feel a thin layer of sweat dampen her skin, and the black paint that had once stained her face was beginning to smear.
she could hear the hiss of the breaks, and she jolted at the force. they had come to a stop. hearing heavy footsteps travel around the vehicle, it wasn't long before the door was pried open, the glowing rays of the moon had hardly caught her eyes. the souls of her boots lower on the concrete, the girl hardly losing balance as she gritted her teeth against one another. she couldn't help but twist her face in discomfort as she felt the S.H.E.I.L.D. agent grip roughly at her bicep.
she could feel the prying eyes of the members of the organization following her silhouette. she held her chin high, her thin eyebrows pinching together as her short nails dug into the flesh of her palms. she didn't like feeling helpless.
the bright lightbulbs illuminated the building, and she couldn't help but narrow her green eyes as they failed to flicker. it was easy not to falter in the presence of the enemy, as Madame B. had prepared her for a situation such as this. but deep inside, she couldn't help but feel a bubbling sensation of anger for allowing herself to get caught in the first place.
