A threat where they would least expect it

Vanessa Sutton // 26 // Vorshevsky family loyalist

[poisonyvi]

[vanessasutton-blog]

@ Dmitri.

It wasn’t as if the girl was a traitor.

This was contemplated, calculated. Was there any way she could just switch sides without having her head on a stick? It was a move only she could make and nobody else could decide for her. The chosen area, perhaps Dmitri’s office, was far more intimidating than Artem’s chosen area. The light diffracted through the window, bursts of yellow slipped through the cracks like a flood of a thousand golden urns, beckoning for Vanessa to follow. She took quiet steps to the room, knocking slowly. A few steps in and a few looks from older Russian men, she was finally alone with Dmitri.

“Pan Kurylenko.” The Slavic honorific fell from her lips, making sure she was polite. The girl was most certainly brave for whatever steps she was taking today and Vanessa acknowledged this as it helped to keep a firm face. “I was... referred by Artem.”

[vanessasutton-blog]

@ Artem. [private]

[artem--kravchenko-deactivated20]

vanessasutton:

“You see, Sutton. You are the example to many of the loyalists how to behave and act as an employer for the Bratva. You noticed as well that a lot of changed in those couple of months. Elizabeth and Aleksander Vorshevsky kept the Kurylenko and Vorshevsky family together, but now they are death nothing will stop us to go separated ways. Dimitri puts trust in me to get everything prepared. We want you to join our side, Vanessa Sutton. We expect from you that you would be there when we need you. That you act as a Kurylenko loyalist. We won’t be associate ourselves with the scum that is named Konstantin Vorshevsky. We don’t associate ourselves with human trafficking. We are the real East European Bratva.” 

[vanessasutton-blog]

A hint of satisfaction rushed through her body, albeit her face contrasted the feeling with a calm, poker face. Was she finally being acknowledged for her work? It only felt good to her. Suddenly, the words left his mouth. Join their side? Surely Konstantin would act. Although, as much as she was afraid of Konstantin, Dmitri instilled the same fear. “... Me?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. Her conscious fell flat. She was bred to be more loyal than this, so quickly wanting to change sides. The brunette paused for several moments, breath heavy. “Um... I-I... okay.” She looked up, “Is Dmitri leading? Because if he is... am I allowed to speak to him?”

[vanessasutton-blog]

@ Artem. [private]

[artem--kravchenko-deactivated20]

vanessasutton:

He would always use the safehouse. The fact that Vira would always there in this shadows and it won’t be safe to discuss this important matter in public or people that would try to listen with them. It felt more like his home then were he actually lived with Vira and Jamie. He would have a children room in this house if it was needed to use. It was more a bachelor pad than a house that you would spend with your children. It was the place that he could enjoy his peace and quiet. He noticed the presence of the woman that he invited to share this important information. His gut told him that he could trust her, but it wasn’t he would kill her straight in a heartbeat. This is an important matter that will decide everything. “Yes. Take a seat.” he suggested as he grabbed two glasses of whiskey and hand over one to her. He sternly looked at the woman in front of her. Will the Ukrainian be a fool to ask her to join or will it a move that he will get reward for her. He didn’t swift back or forward. His face was emotionless like he feel comfortable in this way when he discussed business. “What i am going to tell you is important. I trust you. I train you. I put my effort in you. Do you know the history behind the Russian Bratva, Sutton?”

[vanessasutton-blog]

Vanessa glanced up at him. She was familiar with the features of the man in front of her well enough to know every single curve and line that was painted. She could tell he was emotionless, stiff. This was far too serious. Had she done something wrong? Surely not. The brunette had been on the down-low, just as requested. A gush of emotions ran through her body, but her face remained calm and poised. “I... I trust you too.” The words were foreign on her tongue, yet Vanessa felt a strong sense of reliance with Artem; she would do whatever he asked within a heartbeat. He had shown her that much respect.

The American girl paused quietly, running her tongue over her lipstick painted bottom lip. It was a nervous tic, that was for sure. “Yes, I do.” She eventually replied, hand placed on her knee. Vanessa wasn’t sure was ready for a pop quiz, but she knew enough to get by. “What’s the matter, Artem?” The brunette asked softly, detesting the tension.

[vanessasutton-blog]

@ Artem.

There was always an awful noise whenever Vanessa was invited to visit Artem. The quiet noise of dripping water, or perhaps the door creaking open in a call and response argument against the wind. Whatever it was, it made Vanessa suddenly alert and unjust. The brunette slipped passed the rooms in the home, eye receptors spotting a beam of light cracking through the door that was ajar. He had invited her to his home, something she knew she couldn’t simply turn down just because she didn’t feel like going, as usual. The Sutton girl stopped in the hallway, running a hand through her hair to check it was okay and checking her appearance in the mirror. This certainly wasn’t a call for her to go and do some early training. Setting her trail to his room, she gently knocked.

“Hi. Um... you said you wanted to see me...?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the girl was attempting her hardest to not come off as afraid.

[illusoryfury-deactivated2024041]

Aaron’s party

“What the fuck did I just walked into? Where’s the birthday boy?”

[vanessasutton-blog]

“Look who decided to show up.”

“Hey, Dean. I’m sure he’s around here.”

[vanessasutton-blog]

[Flashback - Aaron’s party]

Gosh, this place is... beautiful.

Now, where’s the birthday boy? 

[ethan-carter-lcpd-deactivated20]

Plushenko Party (Pre-Surprise)

… how did I get roped into going to a surprise party for someone I barely know? And why am I in his house?

Am I the only one that thinks this is weird as shit?

[vanessasutton-blog]

You’re welcome, asshole.

I got you into a Plushenko party. Let’s not touch anything we can’t afford, okay?

[artem--kravchenko-deactivated20]

vanessasutton:

“Right time on time i returned back from Latvia. I wouldn’t have miss this. Good. How have you been? Tomorrow, i need to make sure that you actually worked while i was away. “

[vanessasutton-blog]

“I’ve been... good, thanks. Oh... of course. Training was upheld as much as I could, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you. How’s Jamie?”

[artem--kravchenko-deactivated20]

“Katarina outdid herself. Istra is definitely top-notch. Definitely a good feeling to come back to Launceston.”

[vanessasutton-blog]

“Artem, you’re back. How are you?”

[pakxdaniel]

vanessasutton:

Thank you, Nessa. If anyone would make me feel good about being back, it’d be you.

[vanessasutton-blog]

Always the sweetest. Did you bring me back chocolate?

[pakxdaniel]

Well, the trip home was nice. Whether or not it’s good to be back here remains to be seen.

[vanessasutton-blog]

Welcome back, Kira.

[vanessasutton-blog]

@ Ethan.

[ethan-carter-lcpd-deactivated20]

She was hit by a bus. Truly tragic… she knew how to make a wonderful sandwich.

True, not a requirement. But let me put it this way… would you eat that?

[vanessasutton-blog]

Wow. Hit or pushed? Knowing you as the owner.

No, but because I don’t like bacon. ... Burnt bacon. Make your own damn sandwich. Preferably make me one, too.

[nataliedormier]

[x] 

[riveramour]

[vanessasutton-blog]

@ Ethan.

[ethan-carter-lcpd-deactivated20]

You burnt a sandwich. That’s a new low even for you, Sutton.

[vanessasutton-blog]

What did your last slave die of, Carter?

This wasn’t in the room-mate requirement.

[ayelet-dahan]

And here it was, I thought I’d have a peaceful Passover and a relatively quiet Shabbat.

[vanessasutton-blog]

Is everything okay?