Twisting Fate

rove. God damn maniac. My uncle drove for a bit in the off-road racing circuit. Unfortunately, he taught all my cousins how to drive like that no m

the smell of booze had turned sour. I stayed out of these shitholes. I preferred the business side, our larger corporations than the seedy b

the ladies getting ready and snapped at Aleks

eksie. Th

ed. "Yes,

Aleksei never listened. I used to think he liked getting a rise out of me and so I stop

odded to me. "You were faster than

new? How's our gost'

ones that did were turned into jail cells. Some more equipped for torture than others. You never knew wh

l out

nt grey. This basement was particularly small. I knew we used this normally for those who didn't pay. Not necessarily requiring the full repertoire of torture devices needed to

the far cell and I could see a body curl

u didn't say it was a fucking child! A girl

here was also remnants of pants on her legs, but they were so torn up that you could see her skin. It was probably white, but there were so many scratches and bruises that there was no way to tell the color

n like that. Hobbling out of the alley. She passed

utrition. This was what you saw in third world countries, not New York City. Hell, even

she asked

o was looking at her, sadness in his eyes. "I've never seen a

ean, obviously, I'd get nothing from her in this state. How she knew to use my mother's name. How she ended up in that condition. W

f open wound there as well. Putting two fingers to her neck, she had a pulse but it was weak. It surprised me, considering the s

one, I put it to

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you doing

ly, packing up my sup

uckle. "You kn

ething. For once, I'd just like

ended up still having her marry for the bratva but it wasn't to run by a Vor's side. She married one of the second sons of another Russian Bratva family.

n?" Her voice broke

ones, bruises, scratches, bleeding quite a bit, but

sister was doing, s

o they were. She's...either been tortur

nds like it's been going on

t. "I'm bringing her to the hou

ah, yeah. Zasran

he looked like a doll. My brothers were all built but somehow I got the 'built like a farmhouse' side of the family. My shoulders were wider and I maxed out at 6' 6". I worked out a lot as a teenager and into my twenties, doing hours an

drive. We ar

pped. The condition we got her back in wasn't nearly as bad as this poor girls but she wasn't able to make it. This one somehow managed to walk from go

we war

we can. Otherwise, if she's still out, there is no reason to move

he club to pull the car around back. I wasn't about to scare the shit out of everyone with a gi

thing else yo

n track her movements through the cameras in the city. Lev's a

the door behind him