Mikhail looked at him for a bit, puzzled.
“That’s what I said to the Moldovan,” the man clarified in answer to Mikhail’s question when he had been lying on the floor wounded.
Silence descended on the cabin. Then over the plane’s engines he said, “To Avram.”
Soon after, the Moldovan who had ordered the hit was found hanging by piano wire in his Moscow apartment by the local police.
It was news at the time and had made The Times of London as just another gangland murder in the Yeltsin-led Russia. To the men who guarded the man, it was a debt of honor that had been repaid in full and helped forge him a legend in Russia as a man not to be crossed.
Of course, the beautiful young street-smart childlike young teenager knew none of this, just that her instincts told her correctly Mikhail was a man of principle and a professional.
The room was silent for a few minutes until the doors to Oleg’s office opened.
Immediately Yuri stood to attention and sensing that somebody of great importance and power was coming out, so did Tania and Nara as well.
As Thomas Litchfield walked out, Nara could see she was right with her assumption. Dressed elegantly as the man she had assumed was his bodyguard and wearing what she again assumed was a very expensive tailored grey and yellow pinstriped suit with a Cornish cream shirt, light pink tie, and black English shoes, Nara immediately felt his presence and power as he stopped and took her in. Their eyes meeting for the first time, her heart jumped. She smiled at him.
Unbeknownst to the beautiful young woman, Thomas was also feeling something he had never felt before in life as his eyes met hers, but sensing they were Muslim women he chose not give his hand as to do so in their culture would be an offence. Instead, noting the older woman’s presence in the room, he politely greeted what he assumed was this stunning creature’s mother with a respectful smile, then winked towards the girl earning another shy smile in return.
“My god, what a woman!” Thomas thought as he left the office with Mikhail behind him not hearing what was said in his wake.
“If you’re lucky tonight you’ll feel his cock in you!” offered the Turkmen in Russian with acid in his voice. “In you go, Gunara, he is waiting,” he followed up this time in Turkmen as both women watched Thomas and Mikhail leave the building.
Forcing herself not to tell him to “go to hell,” her mother took her hand as they entered. It was not lost on Nara that her mother’s hand was trembling. She squeezed it.
Once inside they found Oleg sitting behind a long desk with ivory tusks for legs. He didn’t get up. Manners were something he never bothered with even at the best of times. Instead, both women stood waiting for permission to sit down.
Unaware that Oleg had only agreed to this meeting as he wanted to see where his most productive Jelep’s looks had come from, and because he already knew from the other girls of his harem what they were there for, he wanted to it make it as uncomfortable as possible for them. He made them stand.
Enjoying his moment of power to the full, Oleg continued to lustfully stare at them both, feeling his erection grow by the second in anticipation.
“My little pet’s mother doesn’t disappoint!” he thought with an evil intent.
Giving his signal to begin with the motion of his hand, Nara’s mother started in Turkmen instead of the more common Russian that was often used by the residents of the capital.
“Munbashi Rejejow, we are here to ask for your release of Gunara from our family’s debt,” the proud woman asked using Oleg’s military rank as a sign of respect.
Looking at them, his erection now fully extended, he asked how they intended to do this.
Quickly, Tania motioned her daughter to give him the Chanel bag containing the twenty thousand U.S. dollars.
As Nara went to do so he slammed his hand on the desk, catching the both of them by surprise.
Standing up, fire in his eyes, his erection bulged beneath his suit trousers something that was immediately noticed by both women. He rushed from around his desk, forcibly grabbing hold of Tania by the arm whilst Yuri restrained Nara by her arms, pulling them behind her back all in one movement.
“YOU FUCKING JELEP…. YOUR FUCKING DEBT ENDS WHEN I SAY SO!” Oleg venomously spat towards Nara whilst dragging her absolutely terrified mother by the arm screaming, until her poor mother was forced to stand behind the desk in front of her shaking daughter with the evil looking Oleg behind her.
“NOOOOOOO!” cried Nara as he pushed her mother down on the desk, knowing what was about to happen.
The begging, fear, tears, and whimpering of the women in contrast to his and Yuri’s evil laughter echoed around the room as Oleg proceeded to savagely rape the both of them in turn from behind.
Once finished, Oleg zipped up his trousers. He looked at the stripped half-naked mother and daughter for a second. Power flowed through him as his eyes enjoyed the sight of them cowering in the corner of the office.
“Make sure this fucking Jelep is dressed for this evening,” he ordered Yuri, pointing at Nara.
“Sure, Boss,” answered Yuri before dragging them screaming out of the office, their honor in tatters from the sodomy Oleg had inflicted upon them.
4
Holland Park, 2007
The punishment Thomas had inflicted upon her in front his servant had brought that afternoon’s terrible trauma back with a vengeance.
With Nara cradled in his arms and as he listened to her tell him of what the animal had done to the both of them, Thomas silently swore revenge on behalf of the blood of his daughter.
Hiding his anger at the actions of Oleg Rejejow, he looked into Nara’s eyes. He took hold of her hand gently and pulled it tenderly to his lips. He kissed it long and hard.
Without waiting for a response, she removed her training top releasing her beautiful large breasts then leaned into him to him and grabbed his head forcefully to pull his lips to hers, a gesture designed for two purposes: firstly to show him that she had forgiven him for his earlier punishment and secondly to avoid any possible further punishment. They kissed passionately for a long minute.
“I am so sorry, my love,” he whispered with tears in his eyes.
Ever the skilled courtesan Nara studied his face. Sex had always been a defense mechanism she used to protect herself. It would be again. Men had often punished her before taking her in life, and now it appeared the man she loved and thought was her protector was no better than those monsters. Her dormant survival instincts kicked back in.
She lifted her hand to his face. Then stroked the tear under his eye.
“Are you?” she asked still not quite believing him.
“I am ashamed of myself,” he said with emotion in his face.
“Then show me,” she ordered pulling his head into her forcibly. Sex had been her weapon once, and it would be again.
5
Hong Kong / Dubai / Aeolian Islands, 2007
Once Thomas had told Mikhail what had happened to Nara at the hands of Rejejow and of his intention to avenge her honor, the bodyguard knew there would be no talking him out of it despite the possible repercussions to TLH and himself if he were caught. Nevertheless the former Israeli operative insisted on helping him.
“This is my fight,” Thomas had responded.
“We Jews have a saying, Thomas,” Mikhail had answered shaking his head, not taking no for an answer. “Whoever destroys a soul, it is considered as if he destroyed an entire world and whoever saves a life, it is considered as if he saved an entire world.” He was referring to the passage from the Babylonian Talmud called Tractate Sanhedrin 37a.