#vorya

Not only had they lost their second in command, their usual form of entertainment would be missing for a bit as well. It had been far easier to pick them up than she’d imagined. At least, it had been on her end. The actual act had been carried out by other, more capable hands. Viktoriya had entrusted the task to Roman and Aviv and as always they had delivered beautifully.

Vixen wasn’t openly aligned with the French but they’d made it clear enough that it was theirs. The connection to the Hathaway brood ran all the way back to Launceston. Cecelia might have wanted to keep ties minimal in London but if that was the case, she was doing a piss poor job. It only seemed right to remind her and her friends just how dismally they were failing. Viktoriya was not above kicking a mutt while it was down.

She stared at her prizes now, sedated, caged, and chained, though the last was more for her own amusement than anything. The two wouldn’t be leaving Vorya without her permission.

Wanting to make a splash with the new business venture, real entertainment seemed necessary. A few B-Girls running around the place just wasn’t going to cut it. No, the Vixens were just the thing to foot the bill. Kill two birds with one stone as it were. And the plans she had for them after…

Roman wanted the blonde for himself and Vika was happy to give her to him. He worked hard and deserved a reward. The thought put a smile on her face. One of the things that made Viktoriya genuinely happy was when her friends were happy. It just so happened that what made them happy coincided with her own plans.

She wanted a bit of fun too though. Diamond would spend a few days with her in the surgical gallery. There were a few drugs she wanted to experiment with. The effects hadn’t been fully documented yet and Vika was eager to see just how far they could push the boundaries. Who better than to try it with than Cecelia’s favorite. Her smile deepened.

Halloween had always been her favorite holiday behind Christmas. It blended together so many of her favorite things while also giving her an excuse to let her true personality show without people thinking she was completely deranged. Now that the Kurylenko had the means to make her twisted little dreams come true, things were going to get very interesting.

Music began to seep through the speakers on the dance floor below, guests spilling in through the doors. Downstairs would be just as entertaining as upstairs. Vika had made sure to pull out all the stops. On most nights Vorya looked intimidating to outsiders. Tonight it looked downright hellish and she had no doubt it would impress. She’d even invited a few members of the press to cover the event. They’d be sequestered to the lower level so there was no concern over them catching a glimpse of her esteemed guests but simply knowing they had no idea what went on above their heads was deeply satisfying.

Andrei slurped at his cocktail and moved his head in the rhythm of the thumping bass, couldn’t bother to actually get to the dancefloor and dance. “What? You’ve been staring at me like I fucked you sister and left her with a bastard child,” he yelled at the person standing in front of him, who’d been blocking the view for a few minutes now.

Viktoriya Kurylenko hosts Halloween at Vorya 2021

Costume: Morticia Addams

Location: Vorya, Westminster

They sat in silence for ten minutes. This, right here, was the most brutal form of torture – telling your best friend, your brother, that he’d lost another sister and witness the utter pain in his eyes. Hand to heart, if Andrei could’ve taken Katarina’s place, he would have. Andrei could feel Mikhail’s devastation as his own.

They’d been through this before. 

His hand squeezed his best friend’s shoulder. “We’ll make them pay, Misha. We’ll make them pay.” It was all he managed to say, fighting a stubborn lump in his throat.

“Make them pay,” Mikhail repeated in a bitter scoff, “We did. Many times. Isn’t that why this happened? Because we had to make them pay.”

Andrei didn’t have anything to say to that.

“Do you want me to drive you home?”

“No,” Mikhail sounded tired, “Just make sure Izabele and Dima are taken to a safehouse. You can have Cressida and Artyom stay there too, of course.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Andrei got up to his feet. “Hey, punk,” he summoned the first loyalist he saw, “If any motherfuck who isn’t Russian even looks at his direction,” finger pointed at Mikhail, “I want you to shoot them in the face and get his bodyguards here, too.”

The Kurylenko side of the mob had gathered together, by the looks of it, Maksim had been breaking the news to them. Andrei had waved at his brother, Alexei and some of their close friends from the Vorshevsky faction to hear him out.

“I don’t know about you, guys, but I don’t plan on going home until I have at least one French fuck’s blood on these hands,” to accentuate his point Andrei turned up his palms. “The Vixen will be heavily guarded, with their cunty little queen in attendance, especially after what we did to that bitch the last year. But not all of them are at Vixen, some of them have to be working. AU, Smoke & Mirrors, Mistral’s... there are plenty of places. As the boss said, gift horse and all that,” Andrei pulled out the pistol he’d holstered inside his tux jacket, “The lights are still out.”

Before he finished his little speech, Andrei looked at Fyodor, and then the rest of them. Mikhail had been just as much of a brother to him as his biological one. Misha’s family was his family. And he knew the others felt the same way, too.