Ten years before

Nadia's POV

“Come on darling, make a wish” Daddy said, with a big smile on his face.

The light from the candle on the  cake sparkled through his eyes.

He was so excited to have made it home in time before I slept, even though he came late from the factory where he earns his minimum wage.

“Can we just wrap this up, she needs her beauty sleep John” Mum said, yawning tiredly.

My little brother who was five months old at that time was stressing her out, he feeds every thirty minutes interval.

But dad wanted to make it  a memorable day for me, it was my eleventh years birthday. And even though we didn't have much, he had managed to get me a cake, a cupcake.

I closed my eyes thinking of what I needed the most. I had the best mom and dad in the world, and I have just been blessed with the cutest little brother.

What more could an eleven years old girl possibly wish for?

I smiled after realizing that, I had all I ever needed. I opened my eyes and blew of the candle light while dad and mum cheered me on.

As soon as the candle went off, there was a loud bang on the door, and before I could know what was happening, my dad had carried me into a hidden locker in our sitting room.

“Do not make any sound Nadia, no matter what happens, do not come out” he said in a hurry.

After which he Rushed off to carry my little brother, He must have also hidden him, but the baby kept crying, so he asked that mum carry him.

I was used to this situations, people would often come to the house to ask questions about my father's twin brother Derrick, and when they have gotten the information they needed, they would leave.

Dimitri or Derrick as he likes to be called is my father twin brother, Dad invited him over from Russia, to join him in the states a few years after he became a citizen.

He was always getting into one trouble or the other, and because he looked exactly like my father, they always got mixed up.

The door opened in a bang as my dad kept his both hands up.

Three men all suited up in guns and amours of different shape and sizes entered our house with same pattern of markings on their right arm.

“Don't fucking move!!” one of the men shouted at my papa, pointing his gun at his face.

“He is not here” my dad said with his face down and hands up.

Within seconds, they had turn down the entire apartment, destroying everything they could lay their hands on.

My baby brother started crying due to the loud noise they were making.

"Shut the baby up" one of the men shouted, pointing his gun at my Mum.

My mum was so scared, she quickly sat on a chair and she started breastfeeding the baby to keep him from crying.

The men exchanged evil glances among themselves, as one of them walked to where my mum was sitting.

He dragged the baby out of her hands, and threw the baby on the floor.

The baby kept crying, and to shut him up, he put a bullet through his little heart.

The whole room became suddenly quiet as my mum stayed frozen on the spot she was, her mouth open and streams of tears rained down her cheeks, papa let out a whimper with his eyes shut.

They turned to mama.

They asked her to lie down on the floor, she was crying and pleading with them to please let her go, but they torn her clothes and took turns in raping mama right there.

Papa at one point couldn't take the torture anymore, as he forcefully attacked one of the men by pushing him over the glass that was in our sitting room.

The men shot him on both legs, as he falls on his kneels, groaning out in pain. The man he had earlier attacked was bleeding slightly from his head.

He turned angrily at papa hitting papa with the edge of his gun.

I was scared to death, as I covered my mouth with my little hands, to avoid the little sobs from getting out.

When they were done with mama, they shot two bullets into her face, I watched as mama lay there motionless with her eyes opened.

“Is there anyone else in the house?” he asked papa.

“No” papa replied faintly, with blood oozing from his head.

He pointed the gun at my father's head, and put three  bullets through it.

The whole house became deafening quiet.

One of the men phone rang and he answered the call.

“They are all dead” he said to the caller.

He lingered on for some minutes with the phone attached to his ears, as if waiting for instructions.

”Yes boss” he said, as he ends the call.

He brought out his phone and took pictures of him in his pool of blood.

After which they left.

Now

*****

“Spyashchaya krasavitsa” one of my uncle men said, as his fingers brushes over my cheek. While the others giggled at his teasing.

Sleeping beauty

As he was about taking his hand off, I grabbed it and squeezed on it so tight till he started groaning.

“lay your filthy hands on me one more time, and have your fingers completely detached from your hands, kiska” I said, staring at him in his eyes as I watch him groan louder from pain. 

pussy

I released his hand and rested my head back on the car seat ,with my eyes close, while listening quietly to the unpleasant sound in my heard.

“We are here” the driver said, as he brings the car to a stop.

We were in the middle of an express road, I came down from the car while holding on to my rifle.

The road was pitch black as the only source of light were mainly cars but been that the time is far spent, there were little or no car in sight.

The four of us came down, while the men take their various positions. We saw a vehicle coming in from the opposite direction, I rested my back against the car while lighting my cigarette.

The car finally came to a stop some distance away from ours, the doors of the car opened and three heftily built men with amour and their rifles came down and started walking towards our vehicle.

“Gde ona?” one of the men asked, as soon as he got to a few steps away from my men.

Where is she

I aimed my gun at the upper right hand of the man on his left, and shot him.

That came as a shock to the two men that stood next to him, they wondered what just happened as they quickly brought out their guns pointing it at my men.

“Where is the package?” one of my men asked them. The man who by now appears to be their leader gestured for the others in the car to bring out the package.

They brought out the package, and dropped it in the middle.

“I'm afraid you have to open the package” one of my men said.

“We were not asked to open the package” he leader of the other gang said.

I aimed my gun at their car tyre and shot it out, making those in the car to quickly run out.

One of his men went and opened the suit case to reveal the well laid nicely wrapped white powder.

“Good, now close it, and bring it over” one of my men said.

The man closed the suit case and walked a few inches to where my men stood and dropped the case. After which he returned back to his gang.

“Good. It was nice doing business with you, your boss will get the money as soon as we delivery this package to our boss”  one of my men said, while another picked up the suit case and throw it into the car.

They all entered the car and waited for me.

I was waiting for any wrong move, something out of place, so I could blow their motherfucker brains out.

They all seem to be well mannered, other than the man I shot earlier groaning in pain.

Maybe I should just put him out of his misery.

While I aimed my gun back at him, I felt a hand touch me, and I turned to see it was one of my men, I almost broke his fingers earlier.

“Let's go” he said in a calm tune, with his eyes pleading.

I entered the car and we drove off.

****

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you dear Nadia, happy birthday to you” my uncle sang, as soon as I entered his office.

I have been living with him since the day, after the night my entire family was wiped out.

He adopted me and trained me to become who I was, and I own him greatly for all the sacrifices he has made.

He turned a little naive scared little child into an independent strong girl.

He likes to be addressed as boss by everyone except me.

I call him Dad.

Apart from the fact that he was legally my dad after the adoption, he looked every inch like my dad.

“I was wondering what you wanted for your twenty one years birthday” he asked moments after I sat down.

I looked at him and smirked.

He knows very well what I have always wanted. Every since the moment I became aware of my abilities, I had always wanted my own pound of flesh with a few broken bones from those set of men that stole my childhood from me.

“your long awaited gift will soon be given to you Nadia, but tonight let's merry for it is your birthday” uncle said with a smile.

His smile reminds me so much of my dad, except that uncle Derrick smiles never gets to his eyes.

“I will be in my room” I said, as I stood up and was about leaving when my uncle said.

“I have a little surprise package waiting for you in your room, I'm sure you will like it” he said with with a mischievous smile.

“Thanks dad” I said before walking out of his office and heading to my room.

I got to the door and inserted my keys to open the door, the room was poorly illuminated with a lamp  and a few scented candles.

I brought out my pistol as I saw a figure lurking in the dark.

“Who are you?” I asked pointing my gun to the image

“Your surprise, didn't your daddy tell you of a little surprise he had for you?” he said with a smirk.

“How did you enter my room?” I asked.

Wondering how he got in considering that I was the only one that had the keys to my room.

“Your dad opened the door for me, can I please just do my job, you are ruining your surprise” he said in a sexy baritone.

I lowered my gun and strapped it in.

I turned on the only blue light in my room and that was when I stood frozen on the spot.

He was wearing a white short boxers, his even toned abs reflexes at his every mood. He was tall with dark hair, I couldn't tell the color of his eyes since he worn a mask, a Zorro mask.

If you overstep your boundaries, the next person you will giving a lap dance is the devil in the hottest part of hell” I said, as I took off my clothes to enter the bathroom.

I turned on the shower and the water  flowed through my skin, I was tired and really needed some sort of massage.

My mind drifted to the hot stripper in my room and thought of how wonderful it would be to wrapped up in his body.

Just then I felt a hand on my back, applying soap on my body.

“Relax” he whispered to my ears.

His voice sending electrifying waves all over my body, and I found myself unable to resist his touch.

He washed my body running his hand through every part of my body.  I found myself wanting more and more of his sweet pleasure.

I felt a different type of pleasure, since my uncle first got me a stripper on my fifteenth year birthday.

I felt connected with this sex god, and I had even broken one of my rules for him already.

I felt his boner brushing against my ass and I could almost swear, I felt it poke me.

His hands went down my thighs and as it made its ways to my pussy, I  turned while grabbing tightly on his hand.

“you just crossed your boundary” I said, with a smirk.