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Chapter One.
It was cold.
Bitterly cold.
'When is Russia ever anything but cold?' Sark thought with a grimace.
He pulled his long trench coat closer and walked down the dead quiet street to his car which was parked just down the road.
He couldnt believe his informant had the audacity to tell him he needed more time. . .
It had taken all of Sark's self restraint to not pull out his gun and just put the misrable son of a bitch out of his misery.
It was now saturday.
And Sark still hadnt been able to aquire the information he had come to this dreaded town for.
Sark hated Russia.
It had still too many painful memories. . .
Ones he prefer not to think off.
Drawing in a deep breath Sark entered the warm interior of the car and began to drive down the dark run down road to find a hotel.
Someone suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision and he slammed down on the brakes as the car came to a swift halt.
The car had just stopped inches away from a girl.
Sark quickly vacated the car and approached her.
"Are you alright?" he asked his eyes keenly fixed on her.
She was beautiful. . .
Even though it was snowing she wore torn clothing. . And she was barefoot.
She stared defiantly at him her brown eyes challenging.
"Come sit in the car. . .It will be warmer there." Sark spoke again as he tried to coerce a response from her.
She still didnt reply.
And with a glare she stalked away from him her feet, he was sure frostbitten.
He watched her go a small smile curling up his lips.
He knew then that he had to have her. . .
**
He followed her home.
Practically stalked her.
After all he was very good at that.
She lived in a run down falling apart excuse for a home.
Her mother, he learned was actually a cleaner and her father. . .
Well he was a drop out pathetic excuse for a man and he spent every penny earned on alcohol.
'This is going to be almost too easy. . .' Sark mused as he was parked outside their house and watching as her mother and father argued like . . .Well like animals.
Sark thought in distaste.
He was standing outside leaning against his Mercedes coupe when the father stumbled out of the house already slightly drunk.
He stopped in his tracks at the sight of Sark.
It wasnt very often that he saw strikingly handsome men driving Mercedes coupes outside his house.
He cautiously approached him.
"Hello. . Mr Kane?" Sark asked crisply as he shook the mans hand.
Mr Kane looked suspiciously at him but nodded.
Sark reached into the top pocket of his trench coat and pulled out an envelope.
He handed it to the man and Kane quickly opened.
Kane gasped in shock and pure delight at the sight of a hundred thousand dollars in large notes.
He glanced up at Sark the smile slowly slipping of his face.
"Why are you giving me this?" he asked.
Sark leaned back and studied him with unnerving scrutiny.
"I am a wealthy business man Mr Kane.
I however do require something from you." he spoke his voice smooth. . Convincing.
"What is it. . .Anything you want. . .You can have it." Kane said his voice trembling at the thought that he could keep so much money.
Sark smiled cunningly.
"Then you will agree to let me take your daughter Sydney with me. . Back to New York. And. . .As my wife." Sark finished as he watched the man.
Kane didnt need much convincing.
"You. . You going to take my daughter to New York?." he asked stunned as if New York was heaven.
"Yes. . If she'll come with me."
**
Sark perched somewhat uncomfortably on the edge of the couch as he listened to Sydney argue with her parents as they both tried to convince her to go with him.
"I wont go with him!" Sydney cried out.
"But Sydney. . .Think how this man can help you. . . .
You can finally live a real life with good things. . .And food." her mother said.
Sydney glared at her.
"Oh . .And think of all the things YOU ALL can have thanks to him!
While im forced to go with him. .
He's probably a pervert who will just rape me." She said her voice sharp edged.
Sark winced at her harsh words.
Did she really think that little of him?
Well he would have to change that opinion for her. . . .
**
TWO HOURS LATER. . . .
Sark glanced at Sydney.
Her parents had eventually won out in the end.
Sark's charm had worked all too easily on them. .
She sat rigidly in the front seat staring at the road as the he drove.
He wondered how this had all happened?
Why had he done this?
Was it love at first sight?
And better question what the hell had he just gotten himself into. . . .
It was cold.
Bitterly cold.
'When is Russia ever anything but cold?' Sark thought with a grimace.
He pulled his long trench coat closer and walked down the dead quiet street to his car which was parked just down the road.
He couldnt believe his informant had the audacity to tell him he needed more time. . .
It had taken all of Sark's self restraint to not pull out his gun and just put the misrable son of a bitch out of his misery.
It was now saturday.
And Sark still hadnt been able to aquire the information he had come to this dreaded town for.
Sark hated Russia.
It had still too many painful memories. . .
Ones he prefer not to think off.
Drawing in a deep breath Sark entered the warm interior of the car and began to drive down the dark run down road to find a hotel.
Someone suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision and he slammed down on the brakes as the car came to a swift halt.
The car had just stopped inches away from a girl.
Sark quickly vacated the car and approached her.
"Are you alright?" he asked his eyes keenly fixed on her.
She was beautiful. . .
Even though it was snowing she wore torn clothing. . And she was barefoot.
She stared defiantly at him her brown eyes challenging.
"Come sit in the car. . .It will be warmer there." Sark spoke again as he tried to coerce a response from her.
She still didnt reply.
And with a glare she stalked away from him her feet, he was sure frostbitten.
He watched her go a small smile curling up his lips.
He knew then that he had to have her. . .
**
He followed her home.
Practically stalked her.
After all he was very good at that.
She lived in a run down falling apart excuse for a home.
Her mother, he learned was actually a cleaner and her father. . .
Well he was a drop out pathetic excuse for a man and he spent every penny earned on alcohol.
'This is going to be almost too easy. . .' Sark mused as he was parked outside their house and watching as her mother and father argued like . . .Well like animals.
Sark thought in distaste.
He was standing outside leaning against his Mercedes coupe when the father stumbled out of the house already slightly drunk.
He stopped in his tracks at the sight of Sark.
It wasnt very often that he saw strikingly handsome men driving Mercedes coupes outside his house.
He cautiously approached him.
"Hello. . Mr Kane?" Sark asked crisply as he shook the mans hand.
Mr Kane looked suspiciously at him but nodded.
Sark reached into the top pocket of his trench coat and pulled out an envelope.
He handed it to the man and Kane quickly opened.
Kane gasped in shock and pure delight at the sight of a hundred thousand dollars in large notes.
He glanced up at Sark the smile slowly slipping of his face.
"Why are you giving me this?" he asked.
Sark leaned back and studied him with unnerving scrutiny.
"I am a wealthy business man Mr Kane.
I however do require something from you." he spoke his voice smooth. . Convincing.
"What is it. . .Anything you want. . .You can have it." Kane said his voice trembling at the thought that he could keep so much money.
Sark smiled cunningly.
"Then you will agree to let me take your daughter Sydney with me. . Back to New York. And. . .As my wife." Sark finished as he watched the man.
Kane didnt need much convincing.
"You. . You going to take my daughter to New York?." he asked stunned as if New York was heaven.
"Yes. . If she'll come with me."
**
Sark perched somewhat uncomfortably on the edge of the couch as he listened to Sydney argue with her parents as they both tried to convince her to go with him.
"I wont go with him!" Sydney cried out.
"But Sydney. . .Think how this man can help you. . . .
You can finally live a real life with good things. . .And food." her mother said.
Sydney glared at her.
"Oh . .And think of all the things YOU ALL can have thanks to him!
While im forced to go with him. .
He's probably a pervert who will just rape me." She said her voice sharp edged.
Sark winced at her harsh words.
Did she really think that little of him?
Well he would have to change that opinion for her. . . .
**
TWO HOURS LATER. . . .
Sark glanced at Sydney.
Her parents had eventually won out in the end.
Sark's charm had worked all too easily on them. .
She sat rigidly in the front seat staring at the road as the he drove.
He wondered how this had all happened?
Why had he done this?
Was it love at first sight?
And better question what the hell had he just gotten himself into. . . .