Blade of Sisterhood

Katherine sighed in relief. She handled the clean side of Moorfield. But sometimes it wasn’t possible to keep her hands clean.

She arrived at the warehouse. She removed her gloves. Stared Dmitri in the eyes. Bloodied lip. Beaten.

She knew Dmitri was the right hand man to Volkov.

SLAP!

“You killed my sister… Victor is next…” she said.

Dmitri had held his tongue. Victor made him swear not to speak of Greg. He was still part of the end game. Now… He just needed a way out of this.

These fuckers will pay — Dmitri wouldn’t break. Tied up in metal chains hanging from the roof. Not an ideal situation.

“She deserved to die… The little minx…” he said.

This time Katherine punched him. Blood on her knuckles. Tears in her eyes.

She shook a bit. Falling apart. Jackson came over to hold her.

“You don’t have to do this…” he said, “I can do this—“

“No…” she said, “Alice needs her sister…”

She reached into her purse. Pulled out her blade. She had learned **** from her father. She set out to make a mark that not even his soul would forget.

“Suka blyad’, davay, delay svoyo khudsheye!” Dmitri flared his eyes. Bitch! Come at me!

BOOM! A fireball erupted. The Volkov came in guns blazing.

Ah… Victor took you long enough…