"You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with kind word alone."
-Al Capone-
***
Elodie's P.O.V
"And here is your drink, sir" I put on the usual fake smile toward this half-drunk old bastard who has been sitting there for thirty whole minutes complaining about his mean boss at work, how funny.
I hate this job. HE promised to give me a better position but he lied, I thought that by going here I may be able to gain something more than just this, but heck, this is even worse than just staying in college and get a degree in business, not that college was that much of an option anyway, but at least I would be working in a proper place with proper people or at least, proper front, who know if they turn out to be shitty.
I sigh as I walk toward the kitchen area, I see one of my co-worker there, my shift is about to end, and since today I am on the evening shift instead of the night shift, I can go home at 10 P.M, thank goodness, because I really need a good night sleep for once.
"Hey, Elodie, do you want me to drive you home?" Kendrick, one of my co-worker who has been having a secret crush on me comes out from the kitchen and approach me to offer a ride home. He may look all sweet but trust me when I say he is a jerk inside with the appearance of an angel.
Heck, he has been smoothly tried to get on my bed but of course, no matter how low I become, I would never sleep with men like him.
"No, Ken, I will be fine on my own."
"You know I care about you, right? What if something bad happen to you tonight, you know the street here isn't completely safe for a beautiful woman like you."
"What if, you suddenly forget the Russian word for 'help' and 'stop', you know not all Russian men speak fluent English or French to that matter." He continues his blabbering, and it starts to annoy me.
"I have been doing this for years, and, nothing has ever happened, so you can go home on your own before we get in an unnecessary argument.
"Fine babe, I'll see you later." he winks and get on his bike and starts driving away.
I shake my head and starts walking, my flat isn't that far away from here, it's pretty silent here tonight, I tighten my jacket to prevent me from getting too cold from the night air. Russia is really cold at night, sometimes I miss being at France, where the weather is slightly warmer.
All of a sudden, I see two men quickly approaching me, and the two of them are very stern looking, I look at their clothing and realize that they must be in some sort of Mafia organization.
Dammit, what the hell do they want.
I try to run away, but these two men are very quick, they immediately catch me. And one of them actually seal my mouth with an alcohol infused clothing, and I know right away as soon as the alcohol scent enters my nostrils, I am going to pass away.
I end up that way.
***
Edgar's P.O.V
"So, you have found her." I look at Nikolai who is entering the room with a smile, I know that the reason behind that smile has to be an accomplished task, I know him too well to know that.
"Yes, I found her, it's not that hard, the bar which she worked in also isn't that isolated, so catching her was an easy task."
"Where do you put her?"
"In the basement area."
"I want to see her."
***
I step down the stairs to the basement, and then I see a woman called Elora tied in the chair, she is still unconscious, which comes as an effect of the alcohol clothing.
When I look at her, I wouldn't even believe that she is Phoebe's sister, simply because they don't share any similar traits, psychical wise.
The woman in front of me has ashy brown hair and her facial feature shows no traits of freckles whatsoever, he skin is also a lot tanner compared to Phoebe, i don't know if she does fake tanning or anything, but I don't think she looks like Phoebe at all. Don't get me wrong, I can definitely see that beauty runs in the gene, but she doesn't trigger my senses as much as Phoebe did.
I can see her eyes begin to flutter open, and she seems a bit confused for a Monet, but when she looks around and open her eyes completely, she immediately realizes what is happening, and thus, when she looks at me, her eyes widen and she begins to look resentful.
"What the hell are you doing !?" Wow, what a foul mouth. Totally the opposite of my dear Phoebe. I wonder how come such distinct personalities could exist in the same family?
"Watch your mouth, woman, you don't want anything awful happens to that pretty face, do you?"
Nikolai speaks in a calm, yet slightly threatening tone, and yet despite that, she still glares at us with such hatred in her eyes.
"You are the mafia, aren't you? I have no business with the likes of you, bastard!"
She really is foul mouthed.
"Listen here, missy, I don't want a certain someone to be upset with me any longer and the only way I can do that is by taking you hear so you can have a little conversation with her and after that she will be happy again, do you understand!?" I try to speak calmly but I slightly raise my tone at the end of the sentence.
She finally silences her mouth, but with the same kind of fire on her eyes.
"Watch her." I signal Nikolai as I get out from the basement and start walking toward Phoebe's room.
I can tell that she is inside just by the sound of the low volume music inside, and I knock on the door, and actually trying to be a proper gentleman for once in my life.
"Phoebe, will you get out from your room, I have a little surprise for you."
Silence.
"Phoebe, I'm sorry okay, and I want to make this up, please get out, I will show you something I'm sure you will like."
I wait and wait for a few minutes before I hear a clicking sound from her room and she opens the door, her eyes still full of wary.
"What?" She asks me, and I grab her hand, and this sudden motion surprises her, and she widens her eyes slightly toward me.
"Come follow me to the basement, I have something I want to show you."
"What!?" Before she can reply with anything else, I drag her down to the basement and I can hear her keep questioning me for this sudden act.
When we finally reach the bottom of the basement, she looks around, and when she recognizes her older sister, her jaws drop and she almost falls on the floor of it wasn't for my body supporting her.
I can also see the older sister stares at her younger sister in a great surprise, like she can't just believe it, before both of them calls each other's name at the same time.
"Elodie."
"Phoebe."