Vendetta's Throne
gor com
ed with confusion and
she snatched her toy and hurled it against the wall
omfort and care, entered the room. The sight of
asked softly, her voice a bal
d as she spoke, her small shoulders heaving
d Anastasia to call him by his name, neve
g a gentle hand on Anastasia's shou
rmination, her small hand trembling as it clenched into a
at dinner," N
, almost imperceptible gesture, i
r favourite fish soup." She tried to inje
's own lips curled into a quick, relieved smile, a mirror to
esent. Polina was always too busy, too preoccupied with her own affairs t
: comforting her nightmares, tending to her b
hat she was missing, how precious these
laced a steaming omelet before him. He took a bite, his expr
nto his plate, his face
hing the plate away with a forc
usion. She had made
table, his chair scraping harshly against
wering saltiness hit her tongue, and she quickly spat it o
dden but her eyes sharp with satisfaction. A smirk tugg
lina, but the satisfaction of seeing Igor
ought her fleeting joy. Yet, as days turned into weeks, Anastas
e shadow that Igor cast. The man she had known as cold and dist
house. Whispers, once ig
ing the notorious Taipan gang. His life was a web of deceit, power, and violence, en
was thick with the scent of dust. Ig
eerie shadows across his face as he took
d uncomfortably, flanked by six of his men wh
ou have to wait a little while before exporting th
to command the room. His four men stood like s
despite the dread creeping into his bones. "I sug
his cigarette, letting the ashes fall to the co
people I know," Igor said. "Those
tightened, and he quickly stammered, "There's
eyes as he exhaled his cigarette smoke. Without breaking his gaze
en faded, leaving behind the cold, lifeless bodies of the
e blood on his forehead. The smoke from his cigarette
ith dark amusement, "I think this town
er-loyal right-hand man and bodyguard, whose
shed. This was the world they ruled, a world where loyalty was
power extending far beyond the sh
with a precision that left no room for resistance. The town, once rif
s favor, aligning their ambitions with his deadly influence. They knew that to oppo
warehouse, Igor knew that this was just anot
aning her room, Anastasia found h
could and couldn't go, but her curiosity, sharp and i
rting point. As she stepped into the hallwa
ended to the third floor. Here, she discovered the separate
fourth floor. She hesitated, this part of the house felt different. But
At the top, she found herself in a narrow passageway. The silence here was t
neatly arranged chairs around the large table, all facing forward as if waiting
ing in her ears. With a trembling resolve, she turne
that adorned the wall. A gruesome painting dominated the room, depic
the spot, her breath hitching. She quivere
e eyes landing on a polished black sculpture of a naked woman,
eached for the door, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the hallway