Inga

Molenski wanted to sleep, but Tatiana wouldn’t let him. Her insistent shaking was making him angry.

“Let me sleep bitch!” he grumbled, but she wouldn’t.

The more she shook him, the angrier he got until finally, his eyes snapped open. Molenski was confused. He was on the floor with one of his house guards, Nikolai, kneeling over him.

“Mr. Molenski… Boss, can you hear me?”

His memories of the recent past came flooding back, and he tried to get up too quickly. The Russian swooned and nearly fainted, his neck and the back of his head hurt like a first-time ass fuck.

“Try not to move boss…”

“Fuck that, help me up!”

Despite his swimming vision, Molenski could see that the robot and his bodyguard had gone. Then he looked across the bed and saw the naked body of his wife. Rage filled him, wiping the pain in his body away like a wave washing over a word etched in sand.

He lashed out at the bed with his foot, kicking it over and over again as Nikolai retreated a safe distance.

After his violent tantrum, Molenski leaned on the bed, his chest heaving. When he thought it was safe to talk, the guard cleared his throat.

“Boss, the police are here,” the guard said. “What should we do?”

The Russian heard the excitement in the young man’s voice. He turned and placed his hand on the guard’s shoulder.

“Help me dress.”

As quickly as he could, Molenski slipped on a pair of pants and a pullover. He then tucked his Ruger into the back of his pants before heading to the door.

“Where is the fucking cunt, Ivan?” he said, over his shoulder.

“I don’t know Boss; there are bodies downstairs, but he hasn’t been seen since you got back from the airport. Whoever hit us probably got him too.”

Molenski was too furious and in too much pain to explain that the fucking traitor was alive and well. He headed purposefully towards the staircase.

“About CPD Boss, there are lots of them. Shall we fight?” asked the inexperienced Nikolai from behind him.

“No, you fucking idiot.”

Molenski’s mind raced. Ivan and the robot bitch would have to wait for the moment. He needed to deal with the police first. Then he would find the couple and strap Ivan to a chair so he could watch him deconstruct her, first with a knife, then with a fucking baseball bat.

The Russian was nothing, if not patient.

More guards met them at the base of the staircase.

“Where are they?”

“At the front door Sir, we had a standoff, but they didn’t force the issue. They have the warrant to search the house.”

“Good, invite them into the reception room and tell them I’ll be with them in a few minutes. He turned to Nikolai and put his hand on the machine pistol, pushing it down to face the floor.

“Our fight is not with the piggies. I shall talk to them, let them look around and then after they’ve gone we will consider what has happened and make our plans. Go back upstairs and put a blanket over my Tatiana, will you.”