The French were having a truly horrible week.
Not only had they lost their second in command, their usual form of entertainment would be missing for a bit as well. It had been far easier to pick them up than she’d imagined. At least, it had been on her end. The actual act had been carried out by other, more capable hands. Viktoriya had entrusted the task to Roman and Aviv and as always they had delivered beautifully.
Vixen wasn’t openly aligned with the French but they’d made it clear enough that it was theirs. The connection to the Hathaway brood ran all the way back to Launceston. Cecelia might have wanted to keep ties minimal in London but if that was the case, she was doing a piss poor job. It only seemed right to remind her and her friends just how dismally they were failing. Viktoriya was not above kicking a mutt while it was down.
She stared at her prizes now, sedated, caged, and chained, though the last was more for her own amusement than anything. The two wouldn’t be leaving Vorya without her permission.
Wanting to make a splash with the new business venture, real entertainment seemed necessary. A few B-Girls running around the place just wasn’t going to cut it. No, the Vixens were just the thing to foot the bill. Kill two birds with one stone as it were. And the plans she had for them after…
Roman wanted the blonde for himself and Vika was happy to give her to him. He worked hard and deserved a reward. The thought put a smile on her face. One of the things that made Viktoriya genuinely happy was when her friends were happy. It just so happened that what made them happy coincided with her own plans.
She wanted a bit of fun too though. Diamond would spend a few days with her in the surgical gallery. There were a few drugs she wanted to experiment with. The effects hadn’t been fully documented yet and Vika was eager to see just how far they could push the boundaries. Who better than to try it with than Cecelia’s favorite. Her smile deepened.
Halloween had always been her favorite holiday behind Christmas. It blended together so many of her favorite things while also giving her an excuse to let her true personality show without people thinking she was completely deranged. Now that the Kurylenko had the means to make her twisted little dreams come true, things were going to get very interesting.
Music began to seep through the speakers on the dance floor below, guests spilling in through the doors. Downstairs would be just as entertaining as upstairs. Vika had made sure to pull out all the stops. On most nights Vorya looked intimidating to outsiders. Tonight it looked downright hellish and she had no doubt it would impress. She’d even invited a few members of the press to cover the event. They’d be sequestered to the lower level so there was no concern over them catching a glimpse of her esteemed guests but simply knowing they had no idea what went on above their heads was deeply satisfying.
Viktoriya wanted everyone to know just who she was and exactly what she was bringing to the table.
