Valencia

I smiled ear to ear seeing the whole drama unwinding in front of me again and again. I was not content in watching it only once. I needed to watch it again and again to assess my enemy. Karl and the guy with him had been quick enough to get the bodies over the tree.

"What are you doing?" Viktor asked standing beside me. Looking at him from the corner of my eyes I saw that he had changed into a crisp black suit. It was his signature color but who wasn't it? Unlike me, he had a meeting to attend with some of his people here.

"Just looking at all of their faces," I replied as I sat with legs crossed. I was dressed in his shirt which reached my mid-thigh. It was cool and comfy.

"You know you have to face them tonight. Most probably all of them," he reminded me and I knew he was right but the happiness of taking them by surprise took it to new levels.

"Here have your medication," he gave me my bottle of pills and water bottle. I took them as he walked away from me. Taking the vitamins I drank the whole bottle.

"Karl and Cillian are going to be here," I heard him say as my eyes were glued to the screen.

"Is Cillian bringing the clothes for tonight?" Turning back I asked him as he put in cufflinks.

"Yes, dear. He has everything. Don't worry." I got back to looking at the screen and playing the video again. It was a few minutes later when I heard the bell of the room ring. Viktor moved towards the door only after taking his gun. My eyes were set on his as he looked who it was. He opened the door and came in Karl my brother with Cillian following him. Viktor looked behind them before closing the door. And he used to call me paranoid?

"Hey sis," Karl called coming towards me only to stop dead in his tracks as he looked at me. I forgot I wasn't wearing pants and my bruises were showing.

"Whom did you had a fight with?" He asked making Viktor chuckle.

"It wasn't me," he made it clear as he walked back to where he was dressing up. "You know I would never raise a hand on her until it was in private and that too not to hurt her but pleasure." He winked at me through the mirror.

"Not the image I need, boss," Karl replied before looking at me again. "But seriously sis, who beat your ass that much. I mean I know you had to look like an abused woman to show Demyan that you were a victim here but damn someone had their fun beating you." I knew he was right I let myself get beaten a bit much.

"I told her that she doesn't need to do that six months before too but it was her plan from the starting. We could have just used her good acting skills, some nutrition deficiency and we would have been good but she insisted on this." Viktor butt in before getting back to making his tie. I wanted to just choke him with that tie.

"She never hears anyone."Cillian chimed in as he sat back in front of the screen watching the show. It was like all of them were ganging up on me.

"First, this is going to make them believe me that I was really a victim which wasn't going to happen if you just dump me on them like I was taken care of. My father was supposed to be ruthless to me and even Viktor is supposed to do the same." Viktor snorted as he combed his hair.

"The only time I'm ruthless to you is when I don't let you come." I just wanted to kill him.

"Boss, seriously, cut that out please." Karl made a disgusting face.

"And second it was Anastasia whom I let her have one chance to beat me up because I was going to slaughter her like a pig. Sadly the bitch knew how to fight and dirty but in the end, she is hanging up there and I got my bruises to show off to Demyan and his family." I explained to him but deep inside I was ashamed that I let that bitch beat me up.

"Not the best choice of plans you have had, sis," he said before taking his pick of a drink and sitting down with Cillian watching what they both made happen. I just moved to the master room not in a mood to explain myself.

I knew these guys were never going to understand what went in my mind. Even Viktor didn't at times. His plan would have been to bomb their house, drag them out, and hurt them, torture them. He wanted to hit them straight down and done with it because for him he hated his half-siblings that much. Demyan and Natalia knew of his existence.

On a drunken night after sex, he had let himself loose beside me telling how he had met Demyan when he was just thirteen years old and Demyan was eighteen. He had met him while lurking near the property. He knew who he was, there was a buzz in the neighborhood that he was coming.

He had hope in his eyes from him. His mother had raised him as well as she could but she was ill and needed help. It wasn't he hadn't looked for it everywhere but there was so much between the Pakhan's family and him that no one ever willed to help them.

The father Demyan and he shared had made the life of Viktor's mother hell. He had accused her and his whole family to help Ivan and kidnap his first wife with his children. His desire to punish someone had led him to destroy and leave them to fend for themselves on street. The reality of how evil his father went that he didn't take mercy on a barely born him and tried to kill him. There was no one to help them. All the family from his mother's side was dead and his father's dead saw him as a traitor.

It was a whole messed-up existence for him. He had gone to Demyan asked him for help. Natalia was with him but both of them had crushed his hopes. Natalia laughed over him and Demyan had hit hard, pushed him around. He made him beg, humiliate him for half a day to get some money for her mother's treatment. It hurt to even imagine that he had to go through all of this. By the time he left their presence, he was beaten and bruised but he reached the hospital in cold freezing winter. However, all the begging and humiliation took time from me and his mother too.

The time he could have spent beside her mother as she took her lost breath was stolen away from him.

That night in the bed I saw him cry. I saw a destitute boy whose mother died and he couldn't even be with her in her last breath. He hated his half-siblings since then. All his rage, agony, and emotions he used it all to be able to survive and live to hurt them too. That winter he made his first kill, a man who was trying to hurt a minor girl had been mutilated. He had no regrets for hurting him.

He built his way with his hands dripping in blood until he reached Ivan's side. A killing machine, ruthless and crazy. He was feared because he hurt so deep that people wished for death than him being their executor.

It was his pain that didn't let him kill my baby girl. She was alive and with a trusted family in the states. It wasn't safe for her to be out in the open until I was done with Demyan and his people. I have waited this long enough to get it over with.

There were times that it drove Viktor crazy about my obsession to hurt Demyan that he would end up leaving me for days home alone. He was jealous but he didn't want to hurt me. His business kept him sane in those days while my idea for revenge kept me mine.

When Viktor had said he wanted me to turn into a perfect weapon but once I reached there I understood what it meant. I understood the power your hands can have, the power of knife and bullet. I understood it all.

It took time for Viktor to gain all the trust of Ivan's people and some of Demyan's too.

Time, everything took time and patience and we both ran out of them at times. However, we still were able to keep on moving, plotting, taking away business, making the bonds strong, and gaining trust. It all paid off when Viktor and I killed my father.

It was all because of him that both of our lives were ruined. I haunted my father, made him go insane, turned his people against him, and all because that man wanted to kill my child. I had thought Viktor was painting lies against my father but I heard him and saw the hatred he had for my child in those eyes of his. Working as a maid in his house I saw the devil that lurked in his eyes.

I was no longer the girl shielded from the devils that lurked in this world. All the evilness that could be seen was seen by me. It hardened me, made me kill, let the blood of the culprits seep into my skin and I had no regrets.

"You are thinking again?" I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard him. Looking up I saw that he stood leaning against the door.

"When am I not?" I replied with a small smile.

"Are you scared?" His question made me laugh.

"Why should I be?" I had devised this plan carefully. All things Demyan and his sister loved will be taken away. He killed my parents, took away every penny I had ever had away from me and was on a path to kill me. I was weak and fragile, Natalia used that against me. Lured me in her life like a witch bringing her sacrifice. Zach would have used me too. All he desired was money and power that was never his to began with.

"Because you will have to act weak." I chuckled at his word.

"Don't you have believe in my acting skills, honey? Because I sure do." I answered while opening my shirt pulling it down.

"I did this all to myself so there would be no margin of error." Pushing on a nasty bruise I had from fighting one of our assassins I felt tears of pain in my eyes. "It hurts and when it hurts so does my soul leaving nothing to ever going wrong. I can cry and hurt if they ever doubt me." He looked at my body not liking it at all.

"Nothing can be as dangerous as me in that house not even Demyan," I smiled as the pain hurt me too.

In the end, it was the pain that drove me to where I was today.

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