For What Is Rightfully Mine

Part 1

"Are you crazy?"
"Maybe a little," Amelia admitted to her twin sister,"but I'm still keeping him." Amelia Jones, one of the most powerful hitmen in the world, put her hands on her still skinny stomach. Madeline just continued to to look at her sister in shock.
"What makes you think..."
"I just know."
"Amelia, what about your work?"
"What about it?"
"Well, what are you going to do about it when your away?" Amelia glared at her sister causing Madeline to flinch slightly.
"He is not an it," Amelia hissed,"and I'll cross that bridge when I get there. But I won't give up my work or my son." The hitmen stood up and walked to her chest full of weapons. Amelia killed people and honestly she liked to kill. In her own wired way though, she had a moral code.
"Amelia," Madeline asked,"whose the father?" Amelia paled and Madeline knew whoever this person was he was not good news.
"Let's just say it's better if you don't know. I'll be in my home in Alaska until my kid is born."
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4 months Later
Ivan sat in his office. To say this powerful man was annoyed was an understatement. He was pissed. With his connections, he should be able to get his hands on anyone, but the hitmen Amelia Jones was no where to be found.
After he had lost contact with the blonde, he had grown worried. The killer knew to much to leave the business of killing and the fact her sister had also gone underground meant something was defiantly up.
"Sir?"
"What is it Ravis?" Ivan asked looking up at the young man who entered his office.
"Toris found her," Ravis answered handing the Russian a file. Ivan snatched it from the young man's hands and dug through the paper. Amelia had been hiding under the name Bella Kirkland and was hiding in a nice cabin in Alaska.
"Get out," Ivan spoke coldly a causing Ravis to race from the room. Ivan reread the reason for her going into hiding over again. Picking up his pipe, he swung at random making a whole in the wall.
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5 months later
Amelia faintly her heard the screams of her son as she tried not pass out. He efforts failed her a she fell asleep, but a light smile lingered on her face. The hopes of seeing her son, Yurik, graced her sleep.
"Miss Kirkland?" A nursed asked as she awake. Amelia smiled at her and looked around the room.
"Where's my son?" The nurse looked sadly at the ground before turning to look at her again.
"I'm so sorry. He's dead." Amelia's whole world fell apart and disbelief flashed through her mind. She had heard him crying.
"He was still born." Amelia broke down in tears. Her body shook as she tried to calm down, but failed miserably.
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A Few Hours Later
"Toris who is this?" Katyusha asked him as she held the small baby in her arms. The baby boy stared calmly at her with his bright purplish blue eyes. Natalia leaned over her sitting elder sister's shoulder. Ravis, Eduard, and Toris stood quietly; all of them wanting Ivan to explain.
"He's my son." Ivan said simply as he entered the room. Natalia grew red with rage and Katyusha's jaw dropped. Ivan took the baby in his arms for a moment. Unlike what Ivan expected, his son remained calm and just looked up at him curiously.
"Privet Piotr."
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4 Years Later
Piotr Braginsky sat closed his eyes as father slapped Ravis for doing something wrong. The young boy was used to it, but since he loved the Latvian like he was an older brother; it bothered him. Ravis dashed away leaving the young boy alone with his father.
For the most part, Piotr looked exactly like his father. They had the same face, completion, and body type. Piotr however had jet black hair and his eyes were a bluish purple.
"Come here cub." Ivan ordered his son. Knowing his father was in a bad mood, the boy quickly came to his father's side. Piotr worried his father was going to punish him for something, but the boy couldn't think of what he had done wrong. Even though Piotr had never been beaten with the pipe, he had seen his father beat everyone else in the house with it. And it was something the little boy never wanted to experience.
Ivan ruffled his son's hair causing the boy to relax a little. Piotr reached out his arms and his father picked him up. The little boy hugged his father around the neck tightly; he loved his father very much, but feared him like he was death.
"Do you love me cub?"
"Da. Do you love me papa?"
"Da cub."
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3 years later
"Toris!" Ivan's voice rang throughout the entire house. The Lithuanian dashed to the tall Russian who's seven year old son stood next him.
"Take Piotr somewhere safe." Ivan ordered pushing the boy toward Toris. The brunette took the quiet boy's hand. Whatever was about to happen, it was not going to be good.
"Papa!" The boy called over his shoulder as he left with Toris,"don't die!"
"I'll see you again bear cub," Ivan answered as the duo left the house,"I promise."
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A Few Days Later
Ring. Ring. Ring. Oh god, Ivan was going to kill him, but if he didn't at least tell her he would feel guilty forever.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Amelia pick up the....
"Hello Toris," Amelia's happy voice answered,"does Ivan have a new job for me?"
Toris gulped, but looked at the sleeping boy and knew that he had to tell her.
"Your son isn't dead." Toris lost all his courage after that and hung up the phone.
Amelia just sat in her house outside of Washington D.C. to shocked to move. The hitmen called back again and again with no luck.
Days passed, but Amelia kept trying. Her son was alive? The possibility of it drove her mad with needing to know the truth.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Toris, pick up!
Ring. Ring. R.....
"Hello?" A young boy answered Toris's phone. The brunette was in the shower and Piotr's curiosity got the best of him.
"Who is it?" Piotr asked after a moment of silence. Amelia tried to find the words to speak.
"Amelia Jones and you are?"
"Piotr Braginsky." Amelia couldn't breathe for a moment.
"Is your birthday January 3rd?"
"Yes how..."
"And your seven years old?"
"How do you know this?"
"I'm your m-m.." Amelia was to shocked to speak. He had been alive the whole time. And Ivan had him.
"Mama?" Before anymore could be said, Toris snatched the phone from Piotr and hung up.
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"I have good news," Toris said entering the room of the small California house,"we'll be going home tomorrow." Piotr only nodded thoughts of his mother never leaving his mind.
"Don't you want to see your father?" Toris asked remembering how worried the boy was before. Piotr just nodded again.
"I know it's hard, but I need you to forget that phone call."
"I want to met her."
"You can't."
"Why not!" Piotr snapped,"I deserve to at least be told why!" Toris didn't answer and Piotr just went back to sulking. He hated being a kid; he felt like a prawn on his father's chess board.
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