If you wish to know how civilised a culture is, look at how they treat its women
~Bacha Khan
The blinding sunlight float through the window hitting Kaira's eyes. She groans, shielding her eyes. She looks at a clock on the colourless wall. 6:20. Enough time for her and Isaac to get ready. She untangles herself from the floor, Isaac is still snoring away on the bed. Taking this solitary moment she just grabs her towel and goes into the shower. She pulls her hair in a quick secure bun, not wanting her hair to get wet and stepped into the shower. The steaming warm water hits her face and starts to descend down her body. Revealing all the hidden tattoos and scars that she got over the years that painted her sinful soul. She steps out of the shower and cold air punches making her grab her towel and enveloping herself in it. Kaira tentatively opens the door, not wanting to wake Isaac up, she edges out of the bathroom and tiptoes toward her bag.
"Nice tattoos," Isaac states as he stands behind her. He is standing there with torso on display again! Kaira gasps and turning slowly dreading to face him, she curses under her breath, why the hell did she not cover them before coming out?
"How come, I haven't seen it before. You have so many tattoos all over you. Well only from what I can see anyways," he continues to say sneering at Kaira catching her in such a vulnerable position. He walks towards her without taking her eyes off her, examining every aspect of her exposed body. Kaira hates this, she just hopes he doesn't notice the scars too.
"I use makeup to cover it. And please for the love of god don't ask why," she pleads, joining her hand together, her towel shifts slightly loosening around her, slightly exposing her cleavage. Kaira's hand tighten her towel quickly.
"Don't hide them." He whispers bring his face closer and taking hold of her hand with tattoos on the inners of her fingers and wrist. Isaac notices that the tattoos were so delicate, nothing bold or big, they were small, either scriptures or delicate drawings. Kaira pulls her hands away before he notices anything more.
"Get ready, we are leaving in 15 minutes," she pushes him away. But being the annoying person he is, he places his arm around her waist, flushing their bodies together. Her covered breasts pressed against his rock-hard chest. Kaira's head turns away not wanting to be close to Isaac's face.
"By the way, you have a great body," he says giving her a teenage boy grin. She forces a smile back.
"Why thank you, Mr Cruise!" Kaira replies still glaring at him. He releases her and walks to the bathroom. Kaira releases a sigh of relief and quickly puts some joggers, a white crop top and a biker jacket. She ties up the laces on her boots and grabs her duffel bag with all her needs for tonight.
Isaac came out of the shower fully dressed. Thank god! Kaira tells him to grab his bag and go down to the front. Before she left the room. She hid her rucksack and their extra weapon behind the wardrobe and locks the door before she leaves. She enters the lobby to find Dima and Isaac face to face. Their eyes fixed on the other, Isaac's blue eyes glaring at icily at Dima's green ones. Kaira clears her throat to gain their attention, both heads snapped at her with anger still held in their eyes. Dima's eyes immediately softened and a smile appeared on his face, he walks towards her and gently picks up Kaira's hand, boring his jade eyes into hers.
"Nina, Lyubimaya moya," he starts to speak, calling her darling.
Nina? Where did that come from?
"Would you like to come to see the beautiful city of Moscow, with me?" he continues. Kaira gives him a fake smile.
"Sure, just not today. I have friends to meet, maybe if I am free on the weekend."Kaira says noticing Isaac's jaws clenching. She snatches her hands away from Dima's, noticing Isaac's jaws relaxing slightly. Dima is about to argue back but is cut off by Kaira as walks to Isaac.
"We have to go, see you later!" she yells before yanking Isaac's hand and running out of the building. She sees Sierra's car, opens the door and pulls her and Isaac into the backseats.
"Hi guys!" she greets them, then starts to drive. "Hi, Sierra," Kaira replies putting the duffel bag down, getting ready to rant.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Kaira starts yelling. "Why were you and Dima having a staring contest?"
He doesn't reply and looks away, Kaira grabs his sharp jaws and turn it to face her.
"When I ask you something, ANSWER!" she growls in his face. His eyes narrow down on her, but he still answers.
"He asked for your name, so told him, Nina. He then said you were a slut, agreeing to pay in different ways, so I told him to shut up and not to talk about you like that," he emphasises the word ways. Kaira's hands drop down to her sides, she stares at him in disbelief, too stunned to answer back, instead, Sierra speaks.
"No guy has ever, and I mean ever from how long I have known her has ever stood up for her. Kiara, he is a keeper," she says winking in the mirror where Kaira could see her. Her eyes were still fixed on Isaac. "Why?" she finally says.
"Why?" he repeats.
"Yes. Why did you defend me? You don't respect women at all, I don't even like you. In fact, I hate you, yet you defended me. Why?" I say.
His jaws clench, his high cheekbone harden, "I do not know, it just angered me that someone was talking to like that," Isaac's blurts out, Kaira does nothing but laughs bitterly.
"You truly believe being called a slut is the worst thing a man has called me. Just because you defend one female, doesn't mean you are some saint. You are still the same man that uses girls for your sexual needs, and then throws them like toys. And you are angry about a man calling me a slut, while you and other men call other girls slut. Before you start defending women, start to respect them first." Kaira says glowering her vermillion eyes at him, then turned to face the window.
The entire ride after that was in complete stillness. No one spoke a word, after Kaira's little speech. Sierra breaks the serene time, "Guys! We are here. Please at least put out a fake smile."
She says before getting out of the driver's seat. Isaac opens the door and left and slams it in Kaira's face. Kaira is not surprised by his actions; he is a disrespectful fool after all. She opens the door herself and steps out of the car. She is encountered by an extravagant, lavish building that she has seen many years ago. With large writing at the top in Russian, Kaira assuming that is new the name of the bar.
"That is the bar," said Isaac with a judging tone. Kaira frowns at the lack of common sense this man has. "It is owned by the Russian Mafia, Mr Cruise. Please for the sake of humanity use your brain." Kaira replies. "Where is Frodo? I swear if he is late again, he will be sent back to the warehouse in India."
She then hears his scared little voice behind her. "Boss, please don't send me back there." He begs, practically on his knees. Kaira sneers at this. "Last chance Frodo, now take Isaac to his new job. Make sure he doesn't do anything that will kill us all or blow our cover." Kaira instructs him.
Kaira then turns to face Isaac, "Don't do anything stupid. Listen to Frodo and you will live."
Kaira leaves him with that warning before snatching Sierra's arm and power walking inside the bar.
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