The Werewolf Order

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d the room, the ostentatious decorations wasted on her, the effect of the flaunted wealth and power meaningless. She has sat here for hours, watchin

dress, framing a delicate face and her dark brown eyes. Her body is full of promise, her breasts full, hips wide and legs long and graceful. The men in the ro

take the hint and leave her alone again. They know

his secretary and a large man guarding the door are left. She has not having moved from her seat in hours, and she moves her legs to stretch them out. Standing, she

behind a veneer of manners. He doesn't look at the others, he storms

ecorated with Russian antiquities and offering sweeping views of Moscow, and the man behind it is no less impressive. Yevgheny Zubkov is intimidating even

he an

looks out over the river, not bo

she was studying here in Moscow, working as a dancer at Rasputin's." He handed her the photo of her from the club, the in

have expected a virgin in a strip club! What a night." He smiled as he thought about her, she had refused his advances, but no one turns him down and lives. Her struggles

from his jacket pocket. "She gave birth four months ago to a daughter she named Natalya." The baby was beautiful like her mother, dark hair, chubby chee

e of accidents for him. People with his wealth and power could never be held accountable in Russia, where bribes and favors we

e house, she is not ther

ers on the table. "Did s

t a moment o

d. "Brin

lishnina, Mr. Zubkov will see you now." He stood aside while the trembling woman walked into the room, finally looki

r seeing me," she said, h

her to shake, and she did so. Briefly and reluctant

ank yo

" His crew owned Rasputin's, along with two other strip clu

e father as unknown, along with a photo of the baby. "I don't mean to cause you trouble, sir. I wouldn't have dared given your

at the photograph. Taken in the hospital, the girl was in h

cost of child care and my home. I have no family left to help me. I'm begging you

back of it with my other hand. "You have nothing to worry about,

over her face, the kind of smile that could

r by the door where Mihail was standing. "Mikhail,

and waited for her, she turned one la

said. "He will take your information and s

heels nervously as he stood behind her. The door opened on the parking level, a bla

ilometers away. The driver

el, I took the trai

op you at the train st

nds. A sharp twist, and a loud snap echoed through the parking garage. Mikhail caught her as she dropped, her neck broken, her eyes looking at him in shock. He picked her u

Mercedes as the driver got in a

he pulled out his phone. He dialed

loose ends," Y

e phone as they pulled out of th

ail told the driver. Using a piece of wood, he broke several lights in the area so the alley was shrouded in darkness. They went to the trunk, rem

o where the baby might be. The apartment was plain, small, just one bedroom. The crib in the corner was empty, some clothes and diapers around, but no bag.

aking a few that might be helpful. Slipping back out the door, he went down to the driv