Fearless

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Needless to say, Marco Dragotti considers women to be similar to a carton of milk stashed in his refrigerator, they're only good for about a week until they curdle and become undesirable to him.

Antonina Petrova, or Fearless as she is known to him, will be different, and that will already plant a seed of suspicion in his men's minds.

She'll be around for much longer than a week, so she must be ready to have every aspect about her probed and vetted.

"What is your name?" Marco asks her as they board his private jet, preparations made and plans set into motion.

"Excuse me?" She cocks one eyebrow at him, offended that he would try to make small talk with her. When the two criminal mastermind's weren't planning the ultimate hit, they avoided each other like the plague.

"Well, I can't introduce you to my men as Fearless, now can I?" He smirks at her, his pompous smile sending a stream of hate throughout her body.

"You and your men can call me Nina, Nina Smirnov." Is all she says, hoping he'll leave her alone until they have to put on a show of affection in front of his vile men.

"Now, why would a killer like you chose a surname that translates to meek?" He asks, humor peeking through the coldness in his eyes.

She turns her whole body to him abruptly, sending a look meant to kill him right then and there.

"You know Russian?" Antonina asks him.

"Kisa, я немного говорю"

"Do not call me kitten ever again or I will rip both your arms off. Regardless, it doesn't mean meek. It's more similar to peaceful...unassuming." Antonina turns away from him to look out the window of the first private jet she's ever ridden.

The tallest buildings in London become mere pinpoints as the most famous city in England fades away. Antonina never asked Marco where they were going. All she knew is that she was going to meet the highest ranked men in the Dragotti Gang tonight, so she must look her best.

Antonina has been told that she is beautiful more times than she could ever remember with those piercing green eyes and jet black hair her father refused to cut because it was too similar to her mother's.

The curves of her body are from neither of her parents, but she doesn't mind having them because they make her job that much more easy.

Ninety-percent of the people she's killed have been men, and the wideness of her hips paired with the curves of her breasts make it easy to get close to even the most faithful men —not that criminals are known for being loyal husbands. Without needing to speak at all, they've allowed her up into their room, a man's death soon following a night of ferocious passion.

Once the plane has landed in what Antonina guesses is Italy, Marco's home country, she makes her way towards the jet's bathroom to get ready for the night.

The sun is setting, and when it falls, it will be time for Antonina to begin her work.

A work her father taught her so very well, in between his episodes of drunkenness and fits of rage that always seemed to be directed at her expense. The abuse she experienced doesn't bother her now, hell, it never bothered her then.

Because being born without fear meant that she had nothing to be scared of, even if her father beat her within an inch of death more than once.

Once she squeezes her figure into the tight-fitted lace dress Marco insisted she wear for tonight's dinner, she steps out of the restroom feeling confident that she will end every one of these men's lives without them ever even knowing she was responsible.

Marco glances at her quickly, then does a double-take to rake his eyes over her body more thoroughly. "My my...don't you look ravishing."

She doesn't respond, but loops her arm through his and feels the expensive fabric of his suit between her fingers. They walk off of the plane arm-in-arm, taking each step slowly because they both know Marco's men are watching their every move on the ground.

Once they descend into the hotel that they landed on the roof of, Antonina realizes that this isn't just any normal five-star hotel Marco would stay at, no.

As they take the elevator down to the basement floor, a bustling underground casino awaits the two lovers.

"Welcome Mr. Dragotti," A staff-member bows before the man who has these people's lives dangling on a string. Marco pays the lowly worker no mind, walking straight towards the back room, hidden by two black curtains.

The security guard opens the curtains for him and Antonina, and to no one's surprise, the top men of the Dragotti Gang are sitting around a blackjack table, waiting for their boss to show up to start playing.

When Antonina locks eyes with each man who routinely take part in some of the worst crimes known to man, all she feels is that familiar darkness in her heart.

She feels nothing, yet she likes it that way. It's all she's ever known

"Gentlemen," She smirks, her plump red lips portraying nothing but pure nonchalance.

"Men, this is Nina Smirnov. She will be joining us for our meeting tonight. Show her the same respect as you would to me. Lay your eyes on her for a second too long, and I will gouge them out without hesitation."