In spite of everything -- who she was, the legacy she had been born into, how she had been raised, and the violence that she played an active role in -- the sound of a fist striking flesh when she was not part of the fight always made Sofia Rhovnik?s stomach twist into knots. Without adrenaline pumping through her veins and with a the perspective of distance from the altercation, she could see the savagery of violence.
It was the sound that greeted her when she stepped out of the elevator onto the floor beneath even the training facility in the Rhovniks? RhyDin headquarters. In this subterranean space dug deeply into the earth lay the level that frightened them all in which the office building gave way to what could very well have passed for a hell hole of an eastern European prison.
The harsh glow of overhead florescent swinging lights bounced off the dark concrete which surrounded them from floor to ceiling, including all four walls. It was the perfect backdrop for brutality and violence and the pair of men standing in the middle of it were providing just that. Her heels clicked across the concrete floor. She was seriously over dressed. But what does one wear to the beating of one?s employee?
Several of Chase?s men were standing uneasily on the edge of the room while their boss took advantage of one of their co-workers. Although, Kent Sutter had his hands free, this was far from a fair fight. Having grown up on the backyard ice rinks of Michigan, Kent had always been a gritty athlete but Chase had been raised a killer. Nobody had bothered to politely cover up their intentions. Chase had always been told he was good for one thing and one thing only -- the family business.
With those talents on full display, Kent stood exhausted, nearly bent in half from the effort. Blood poured from his broken nose and by the hitch in the manner his chest rose and fall with his panting, it seemed he was fighting against the pain of broken ribs. Chase hadn?t escaped unharmed -- there was a cut over his left eye that seemed to be blurring his vision as he was forced to backhand blood every couple of minutes -- but he was certainly in much better shape. Kent appeared mere minutes from curling up into the fetal position. The man was smart enough, though, to know that curling up would not stop the beating.
As Kent tried a weak attack, Sophie?s gaze settled on Chase?s right hand man, Eric. He spared a glance her way and gave a polite nod but had nothing to say without prompting. Immediately, Sophie saw that she was not welcome here. This was the Third Division -- Chase?s Division -- handling their own problem. Her eyes bouncing between the sorry excuse for a fight and Eric. ?Even if I wanted to know what?s going on here, you?re not going to tell me, are you??
?I wouldn?t worry about it,? Eric reassured without answering the question directly as he kept his eyes trained on the two men who only days ago were friends -- more than friends, brothers even. ?Kent betrayed Chase. Chase is handling the matter.?
Betrayal. It was the worst word in the Rhovnik language.
?You?re going to make sure that he doesn?t kill the kid, right?? Sophie questioned in a low tone.
The expressionless Rhovnik soldier gave a single, firm nod as he watched Chase?s fist connect against Kent?s jaw yet again. Not a soul in the room was enjoying the display. Even Chase looked pained by each blow he landed. They were all friends. Kent had attended Dartmouth with Chase. They had fought alongside each other for years. It was odd to see them now pitted against one another... and it seemed clear that the Third Division had closed ranks. Whatever the betrayal, it would not be leaked. Sophie's curiosity would never be satiated.
Kent?s body twisted with the force of the vicious blow and he dropped to his hands and knees. He spat a mouthful of blood dangerously close to one of her Christian Louboutin pumps. Sophie watched in silence as Kent?s gaze traveled up her form to find her face. He gave a bloody, humorless smile with a gap where his lateral incisor had been only hours before. ?You?re not going to even try to stop your lunatic cousin? You all think you?re above the law??
Sophie slid down to a crouch, catching Chase?s hard gaze on the way down. He was clearly irritated that she was here. That was his problem. This was her building to run as she saw fit. At least for the time being it was. Her voice dropped to a soft, silky whisper. ?Kent, you?ve been with us long enough to know that the only law is our law.?
His eyes narrowed at the statement and she watched desperation flood his face. He had thought she would eventually show up to stop this. He had thought that someone would eventually intercede. Unfortunately, he had ended up being quite wrong. As Sophie rose to her feet, the phone in her jacket pocket vibrated.
She turned and stepped away from the brutality back towards the elevator doors as she pulled the phone to her ear. In the background, Kent struggled to find his way back to his feet but Chase didn?t give him long. A swift kick to the abdomen forced the air from Kent?s lungs in a sudden, surprised exhale.
?Hello,? Sophie stated evenly.
The voice on the other end sounded as if it were coming from a long way away. Static crackled the line and nearly made the low voice on the other end inaudible. ?Sofia, it?s Lantos.?
Her grip tightened around the phone. This was just the call she had been waiting for. Now that she and Alain had a plan, the months until their wedding seemed exceedingly short. There was much to do. ?Do you have information for me??
There was a pause on the other line and then the faint voice flooded from the earpiece once again. ?I can give you the location of the men you?re looking for but we?ll need to do it in person.?
?Name the time and place. I?ll be there.? It was a firm reply that did not hint at the layers of doubt beneath. She did not doubt that her and Alain?s plan would work but she questioned still the morality of the move.
?Chester,? he answered. ?Our usual place and time.?
It was the sound that greeted her when she stepped out of the elevator onto the floor beneath even the training facility in the Rhovniks? RhyDin headquarters. In this subterranean space dug deeply into the earth lay the level that frightened them all in which the office building gave way to what could very well have passed for a hell hole of an eastern European prison.
The harsh glow of overhead florescent swinging lights bounced off the dark concrete which surrounded them from floor to ceiling, including all four walls. It was the perfect backdrop for brutality and violence and the pair of men standing in the middle of it were providing just that. Her heels clicked across the concrete floor. She was seriously over dressed. But what does one wear to the beating of one?s employee?
Several of Chase?s men were standing uneasily on the edge of the room while their boss took advantage of one of their co-workers. Although, Kent Sutter had his hands free, this was far from a fair fight. Having grown up on the backyard ice rinks of Michigan, Kent had always been a gritty athlete but Chase had been raised a killer. Nobody had bothered to politely cover up their intentions. Chase had always been told he was good for one thing and one thing only -- the family business.
With those talents on full display, Kent stood exhausted, nearly bent in half from the effort. Blood poured from his broken nose and by the hitch in the manner his chest rose and fall with his panting, it seemed he was fighting against the pain of broken ribs. Chase hadn?t escaped unharmed -- there was a cut over his left eye that seemed to be blurring his vision as he was forced to backhand blood every couple of minutes -- but he was certainly in much better shape. Kent appeared mere minutes from curling up into the fetal position. The man was smart enough, though, to know that curling up would not stop the beating.
As Kent tried a weak attack, Sophie?s gaze settled on Chase?s right hand man, Eric. He spared a glance her way and gave a polite nod but had nothing to say without prompting. Immediately, Sophie saw that she was not welcome here. This was the Third Division -- Chase?s Division -- handling their own problem. Her eyes bouncing between the sorry excuse for a fight and Eric. ?Even if I wanted to know what?s going on here, you?re not going to tell me, are you??
?I wouldn?t worry about it,? Eric reassured without answering the question directly as he kept his eyes trained on the two men who only days ago were friends -- more than friends, brothers even. ?Kent betrayed Chase. Chase is handling the matter.?
Betrayal. It was the worst word in the Rhovnik language.
?You?re going to make sure that he doesn?t kill the kid, right?? Sophie questioned in a low tone.
The expressionless Rhovnik soldier gave a single, firm nod as he watched Chase?s fist connect against Kent?s jaw yet again. Not a soul in the room was enjoying the display. Even Chase looked pained by each blow he landed. They were all friends. Kent had attended Dartmouth with Chase. They had fought alongside each other for years. It was odd to see them now pitted against one another... and it seemed clear that the Third Division had closed ranks. Whatever the betrayal, it would not be leaked. Sophie's curiosity would never be satiated.
Kent?s body twisted with the force of the vicious blow and he dropped to his hands and knees. He spat a mouthful of blood dangerously close to one of her Christian Louboutin pumps. Sophie watched in silence as Kent?s gaze traveled up her form to find her face. He gave a bloody, humorless smile with a gap where his lateral incisor had been only hours before. ?You?re not going to even try to stop your lunatic cousin? You all think you?re above the law??
Sophie slid down to a crouch, catching Chase?s hard gaze on the way down. He was clearly irritated that she was here. That was his problem. This was her building to run as she saw fit. At least for the time being it was. Her voice dropped to a soft, silky whisper. ?Kent, you?ve been with us long enough to know that the only law is our law.?
His eyes narrowed at the statement and she watched desperation flood his face. He had thought she would eventually show up to stop this. He had thought that someone would eventually intercede. Unfortunately, he had ended up being quite wrong. As Sophie rose to her feet, the phone in her jacket pocket vibrated.
She turned and stepped away from the brutality back towards the elevator doors as she pulled the phone to her ear. In the background, Kent struggled to find his way back to his feet but Chase didn?t give him long. A swift kick to the abdomen forced the air from Kent?s lungs in a sudden, surprised exhale.
?Hello,? Sophie stated evenly.
The voice on the other end sounded as if it were coming from a long way away. Static crackled the line and nearly made the low voice on the other end inaudible. ?Sofia, it?s Lantos.?
Her grip tightened around the phone. This was just the call she had been waiting for. Now that she and Alain had a plan, the months until their wedding seemed exceedingly short. There was much to do. ?Do you have information for me??
There was a pause on the other line and then the faint voice flooded from the earpiece once again. ?I can give you the location of the men you?re looking for but we?ll need to do it in person.?
?Name the time and place. I?ll be there.? It was a firm reply that did not hint at the layers of doubt beneath. She did not doubt that her and Alain?s plan would work but she questioned still the morality of the move.
?Chester,? he answered. ?Our usual place and time.?