For What Is Rightfully Mine

Part 3

"Mama?" Amelia opened her eyes and look at her son. He was cuddled against her as they slept inside a hotel. She slid a hand through her son's black hair.
"Yes?" She answered as he looked up at her. His purplish blue eyes looked up at her in worry. Before he could speak, Amelia heard the door knob to their room turn. Piotr watched as his mother went to work.
The American drove under the bed with her son and watched as two men entered the room. Piotr watched as his mother pointed her pistols at the two intruders. Russian was exchanged between the two men as Amelia put silencers on both her weapons. She shot both directly through the head by shooting through the bed before sliding out of her hiding spot.
"What did they say?" The blonde asked as she turned back to her son. Whatever those men had said horrified her son. Amelia pulled her son out from under the bed and hugged him tight. He didn't cry, but his body shook with fear.
"Mama," he whispered as he clung to her,"papa wants us both alive. I don't want to go back! But he's never going to give up! He's going to do something horrible to you!"
"Everything is going to be okay," his mother said comfortingly as picked him up and began to get her their things. They had been together a few week now and every night new attackers appeared to take her son. They got in her car and were gone down the freeway.
"Mama," Yurik said, he had now become used to her name for him,"papa is firing warning shots. You need to give me back or he'll get serious. Please." Sleep took the boy far away before his mother could answer. She looked at him with concern; he was far too young to be used to so much death and violence.
Amelia gritted her teeth. She had intended to let him have a childhood; let him be innocent. But Ivan had to ruin everything didn't he!? He just had to control everything he considered his and not only that, but make them miserable. Why had she even been attracted to him in the first place!?
Amelia silently answered herself. Just about everything had attracted her to Ivan Braginsky. The purple eyes that she had never seen naturally before. His height that made him totally tower over her. His smell of sunflower seeds, vodka, and fresh snow. How he would look so innocent with his childish smile then show his true dark and cruel colors. How is voice could sound sweet like honey and yet be so coldly heartless and manipulative. The power that literally poured off him making him always the most feared being in the room. The way his large ruff hands felt on her skin.
Amelia Jones pulled over on a side of the freeway. She hated him. She repeated to herself over and over. And she did but Amelia was also addicted to her old lover.
***
Ivan was alone in bed and in a foul mood; winter storm raged outside almost reflecting it. Ivan looked at the door to his bedroom half expecting his young son to rush in; Piotr would sometimes get scared if the storms became this bad. The tall Russian grumbled as he tried to fall asleep. It was finally starting to sink in that his son wouldn't be coming home anytime soon if he kept this tactic up.
He had Toris and Eduard keeping an eye on his son from a distance, but he wanted Piotr back now. This game he was playing with Amelia was beginning to annoy him. After all, he had taken out his immediate anger out on Toris when had returned, but he felt the American had to pay her share.
The phone rang. Who would call him at this time of night? Ivan picked it up and what he heard made him want to kill Amelia Jones.
"Sir," Toris's quiet words echoed,"we lost them and we can't pick up their trail."
***
The twisting roads of the Rocky Mountains had helped Amelia lose the eyes and ears who were following her. Buying a home in each of the states actually payed off. Her home in Colorado was a two story isolated cabin here in the Rockies and no one knew about it except her.
"Where are we?" Yurik yawned as he woke up. His blush purple eyes stared in awe of the beautiful scenery around him. They got out of the car and breathed in the fresh cold air.
"One of my fifty homes."
"Fifty!?"
"One for every state in the USA." Her son's jaw dropped and she laughed as she led him inside. He wondered around the house as Amelia sat down and looked at her next assignment. A huge smile played on her lips; she out smarted the Russian. He thought his warning shots would intimidate her? Well instead, they had only succeeded in giving her time to strategize.
***
A Few Months Later
"So I hear you have a son?" Oh dear God, why couldn't Arthur mind his own business? The British hitmen was her first teacher, but that did not give him the right to pry into her world so much.
"What about it?" Amelia asked as she walked along side him. They had just finished a job and they both wanted coffee. Well actually Arthur wanted tea, but that wasn't really anything new.
"Is he close by?" She stopped and looked directly at him. A bad feeling swirled in her stomach.
"Ivan thought I would tell you?" Arthur flinched at that, but she was right.
"You should give him back..." Before could finish, a nice hard slap met his face and Amelia walked off. Arthur chased after her.
"Oh come on you can always have more and besides we all know Ivan isn't going to ever give up. It's only logical to..." This time she pulled a revolver on her old teacher.
"Unlike you, family means a lot to me. My parents are dead and my sister and I don't have the greatest relationship on planet. I will not lose anyone else that I consider family."