Driving through the darkened streets of Seattle with the files of Ivan's next to her on the seat. Imashe clutched the steering wheel tightly.  The first of her stops in order to ruin Victor's businesses that he stole from her father...

Pulling up outside the  dry cleaners, she reached down and grabbed the file named "Nickolai"  thumbing through the pages slowly and sighs softly. Thinking that she could have hired bodyguards to do this for her, with a shake of the head Imashe ran a hand through her long hair. Leaning over and pulls her glock  from the side compartment in the car, placing it into her holster under her long jacket. Adding a pocket switchblade in her pocket just in case , after which she fixed her cherry red lipstick in the mirror.

Imashe opened the door and steps out of her car, brushing down her skirt and slams the door shut. She hated this part of the job and she was alone since her protector Antonio had been killed months before...Every night of drinking her self into a stupor because she missed his sorry fucking ass with memories of their time together. 

A tear fell upon her cheek as she reached up and brushed it aside with a finger, she took a deep breath. Walking over to the door to the dry cleaners, reaching out her slander hand and pushes open. A man in his late fifties stood tall and proud with a greying mop of hair that was slowly thinning on top. His stomach rounded in the middle as the buttons strained at the seams of his shirt. 

"Nickolai, I gather" imashe reached out her hand to the man, he gently took it and gave a toothy smile.

"aye, that be me Miss. Can I help you?" He replied 

imsahe nodded as she dropped her hand "you worked for my father Ivan for twenty years and now become the rat that works for his killer"  her voice soft and sarcastic.

Nickolai's eyes widened as his body slumped forward. "Miss Imashe is this you. Oh god forgive me please. I had no choice as the bastard told me he would kill my family.

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Imashe walked around the tiny place as she run her hand over the rails of freshly laundered suits  and dresses of the  rich upper classes .  Turning her head slightly as her hair fell over her shoulder at the old man.

"how would you like to get your own back on the bastard? Nickolai"  as she walked back to the counter then reaching into her pocket and pulls out a card with her number on and sets it down.

"Miss Imashe, I would do anything for your father as I will for you." He reached out the card and taking it between his fingers. Opening the  top drawer and places it inside between the pages of his Bible. Then takes out another book and hands it to her "This is the records of all his casino's in the cities. I found this book in one of his men's suit pockets a few months ago, Victor don't know I have it. " 

Imashe laughed softly " I had heard something on the vine that his man was shot for this mistake" she took the book and thumbed through the pages and looked up. Before placing it in her jacket and held out a hand again. "Nickolai, I want you to act as if you haven't seen me alright and keep gathering the information for me...

Nikolai nodded his head " This I can do Miss Imashe, I have had many years listening out for your father." Smiling at her as he took her hand and covers it with his other "make sure that bastard dies a slow death for your father my dear."

She smiled and walks out of the shop, looking back over her shoulder "I plan too my old friend for what he did to all my family. I will get revenge for the families who worked for my father. 

Getting back into her car, Imashe took the book from her jacket  and placed it against the steering wheel. Flipping open the front cover, letting her eyes scan the first page a cruel smile lined her lips. "Gotcha, you bastard" she had found the place where Victor had most of his cash hidden and maybe some of the girls that had been held. 

Imashe needed to get back to the HQ and look back at the file on this brothel named "Del rose" she didn't like the name as it reminded her of  someplace that she was taken many years before. 

Turning the key in the ignition and putting the car into gear, then sets off home. She could do with a drink right now or she could take a drive by the brothel to check out the security. 

"Fuck it, let's go check the damn place out". Turning the car around and puts her foot down heading to the place.  Shaking her head  as she had no clue what the fuck she was going to do when she got there. Her father had trained her well with a gun and throwing knives, but what she could do with was some help from her bodyguards. 

Outside the Del Rose Brothel.

​​​​​​After an hour driving to the outskirts of the city, Imashe pulled up and turned off the engine. Grabbing the notebook she had on top of the file and a pen to jot down a few notes. 

Three cars pulled up after a few minutes and eight henchmen got out along with a man who was smartly dressed in a black tuxedo and hair slicked back to cover a balding spot on the back of the head. 

Tapping her hand upon the steering wheel as she watched intently " Turn damnit turn" she growled under breath, as the man slowly turns to lift his head. Imashe let out a low growl as she saw Victor's face looking over. 

imashe held back as all she could think about was putting a bullet between Victor's eyes. Watching from the distance as he disappeared inside the brothel. Thinking to herself "Got to be a meeting of the head bosses" she raised an eyebrow and slammed her hand against the steering wheel.

"Fucking hell, another set back"

Opening the car door as she ticked her gun back in the holster under her jacket, she walked over to the brothel with a sway of her hips.  One of the guards smirked at her as he nudged his mate. "Damn woman, you single cause I could with you in my bed tonight."

Imashe laughed as she winked at them "aww guys, you guys couldn't handle little old me" running her hands over their chests as the one grabs her hand and squeezed it tightly. Pulling her closer to his muscled chest

"sweetheart, its more like you couldn't handle our monsters in our pants" he smirked as he leaned in and whispered in her ear. Pulling her into the alleyway and pins her to the wall.

She grinned wickedly as she saw the guy drop his pants and pulling himself free. Imashe began to laugh at him "call that a monster peewee" 

The man growled and back handed her across the face as she saw stars. A dog barked and gripped the bottom of the guys pants to distract him so that she could grab her knife.  A yelp from the dog as the guy kicked it. Imashe frowned and  when the guys back was turned to her,  walking up to him and grabbing his head, slicing into his throat with one swift move . 

The blood gurgling in the back of the open cut as he fell to the floor with his pants around his ankles. She walked over to the fallen animal and gently peered him, when another pair of hands grabbed her from behind. Hearing the voice of the other thug "your bitch what have you done to Marco?"

Turning her head and looked up at him "well let's see I sliced his throat for hitting like a bitch then once your fucking dead. I am going to cut your peewees off and feed them to my new best friend here. So are you read to die asshole?"

She grabbed her knife and stabbed him in the thigh, hearing a grunt from the man as he fell to his good knee. Imashe spun around and  kneed him in the nose, then slit his throat.  Slicing each of the males parts off and threw it to the dog as it wolfed down the food he was given.

"I guess not" she laughs as she rummaged through the pockets for any keys or wallets and walked back to the car covered slightly in blood as she whistled for the black furball. Opening the door and let the dog jump into the back seat, then got in and started the engine. She headed back to the HQ for a long hot shower.

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Back in Victor's office, he sat behind his chair waiting for his thugs to come back. When a parcel is delivered  wrapped up in a brown box with a red bow, he slowly grabbed his knife and cut the ribbon. Pulling back the flaps and peers in only to see the hearts of his men along with a not.

Dear Victor,

if you are reading this note then you have my gift to you. I hate the fact you had you crazy perverted thugs lay their hands on me, just like the old days. The next time you send more after me ,then expect more like this. This is your doing the day you killed my father and drove my mother to kill herself....Your nothing but a filthy bastard who deserves to die....you won't know when or how but first I will slowly take what's mine back...MY FATHER'S EMPIRE...

Imashe Korbinchenko...

His eyes widened as he grabbed the box and slammed it into the chest of another of his men."Get this out of here and bring me the bitch who did this NOW!!!!!!!!!"