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Prologue
"Eight counts of grand theft auto.
Five counts of road hazard driving.
Ten counts of speeding violations in the past two months.
Fifteen counts of illegal street racing.
Six counts of illegal gambling of said street races.
Four bar fights resulting in hospitalization of the targets.
And a fucking partridge in a part tree..."
A thick manilla envelope was tossed roughly onto the battered steel table on the interrogation room of the local precinct. Papers peeking out full of pictures of cars, money changing hands and faces of racers. Four underpaid, overweight officers staring down at the two city menaces they've had to deal with for nearly five years.
They don't look like much to be honest. Rough looking kids, tattoos, a couple piercings. Eyes that tear you apart, lithe tall bodies that know how to fight and keep going when they're knocked down. Troublemakers. Raised by the streets. The ones the city have up on before they even had a chance. No one ever gave a shit about them, so why should they?
They looked a bit out of place. Latino mixed with Russian and Romanian mothers. Half siblings, sisters. Bilingual since birth, both speaking in their mothers' native tongues and learning their shared fathers as they grew up. It made them fit in just as much. Daughters of whores and immigrants. Part of the slums since birth.
"Anything to say for yourselves!" Officers met with silence. It was expected. This is the first time they've caught them both for once. One always somehow got the other out. Be it bail money or bribery they were always gone by morning.
The officers actually didn't know what to do with them. A tip came in the moment the girls were put in cuffs, through the system and their cars impounded. Someone called Hobbs, up high in the government, said to keep them in holding and they'd take care of it. The officers didn't care, so long as two more hellions from their city underground were gone for good.
They didn't say a word. Didn't move a muscle. Didn't twitch a dark eyebrow. Blank expressions of carelessness. As if they were bored out of their minds. They were trouble. It unnerved a couple of the officers, watching them from the double glass. The older one looked over, as if to see through it and smirked, giving the middle finger salute to the men she knew were in the room.
It took two more hours for this Hobbs to show up. Military, built like a semi truck and smells of baby oil and gunpowder. Huge man with a mean expression and a meaner voice. Officers gone, it was just him and the girls. One biting her nails with boredom, barely masking her nervousness to Hobbs. The other had a glare as hard as a nine pound hammer. Unblinking gaze that made the dark skinned man think of a certain Latino man from another city across the country.
"Anya Martinez." A finger pointed to the younger of the two. The one who had stopped biting her nails. Dark ebony locks of waved hair flowed down to her chest, framing pale slightly tanned skin. Stormy grey eyes narrowed and she sat up a little straighter. Her mother was Romanian, a mail order bride who saw the worst of the gang life in this wrecked city.
"Natalia Volkev." The finger pointed to the older half sibling. The one giving him a glare as if to make him drop dead where he stands. A mix of dark brunette with blonde highlights braided into a thick tail the reached over her shoulder and ended at her midsection. Bare tattooed arms crossed over her chest , razor wire as if it's cutting through her own flesh in heavy details on her soft skin. Sharp steel coloured eyes watching with the intensity of a predator.
"What do you want, Samoan Thor?" Natalia's voice was thick with anger and her body looked tense and taught like a bowstring. He knew that look, wanting to scram and never be seen again.
A grin spread over his lips and his eyes sparked with that familiar light whenever he came into contact with this breed of criminal. He knew exactly what to do with these two and what family to send them to. "It's Hobbs. And I came to make you an offer."