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"DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?!"
"Enlighten me."
"Fuck you!"
My legs were free. Mustering the remaining strength I had left, I used all brute force to kick him in the face.
He skillfully swerved me, his hands finding their way to my neck. F...
"Maybe life isn't about Avoiding the bruises. Maybe it's about Collecting the scars to prove that We showed up for it." -Unknown
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The sudden collision as my head hits the seat in front of me quickly jerks me awake.
The soft yet hard impact jolts my eyes open as I instinctively lifted my hand to rub on my contused forehead, my other hand holding me steady.
Squinting my eyes, I glanced at Igor through the rear view mirror. "Chto za khren * Igor!" I groaned out, still massaging the sore area.
*Chto za khren = what the fuck
Igor was furiously beating down on the steering wheel, causing a honking sound to rupture out of the car.
"I'm very sorry Miss, we're just stuck in traffic right now." Igor called out apologetically.
I pressed a button besides me and the window rolled down. I see the rows of cars besides me. The car starts moving and flashes of blue and red come into play. Vans filled with reporters come out and start talking to big cameras shoved in their faces.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"A dead body was found in the Kamchatka last night."
The building was barricaded with tapes of caution and warnings. Curious civilians began crowding the scene, cars abandoned and the streets packed.
"Damn, I wonder who died." I remarked innocently as I watch Igor suppress a knowing smirk.
As mentioned before, the Mob has everyone on their payroll, including the police. The situation will soon be handled and everything will be forgotten. But the one thing that the Mob don't have control over are the civilians.
Bystanders will be bygones and to be honest, it is what it is. Humans are curious. It's all within nature and we can't help it when something peaks our interest.
Igor takes a back route where the roads are more secluded. A guard recognizes the vehicle and lets us through. Behind the Kamchatka is a large mansion like building. It looks dilapidated due to old age, one could mistaken it as abandoned, but it's far from it.
The stairs leading up to the building had strippers scattered around, some sitting and others standing in a middle of a conversation.
Igor parks and steps out of the car. He opens the door for me and I swing my legs and climbed out of the car.
Immediately I get catcalled, I shoot daggers in their directions before following Igor to the back of the car.
As Igor went around to open the trunk, boxes instantly came crashing down.
"Who's stupid idea was it to pack EVERYTHING into the damn car!?" I declared as I threw my hands up in the air. Looking at the toppled over boxes sent a sudden wave of unease to my head.
