My Bloody Revenge

"Elmir Neserov is 62 years old, born in some small village in Russia. Parents nothing special. Farmers. Had a younger brother who died at age 7. Elmir 12 then. The records don't tell what killed the brother but rumors say it was a deal gone wrong and the younger one was made an example. Parents kicked him out afterwards."

"So, he and not the parents were running with the mafia?"

"It doesn't say mafia specifically but he was involved with someone. Anyway, he was off the grid for a few years afterwards and re-appeared in Moscow seven years later. Started as a home appliances salesman and then expanded into import/export only three years later. Today he has stores in Russia, of course, France, Spain, England, Italy, China and a few others, selling home appliances as in the beginning but also deals with home decor. He works with everything related to a home as well as designing it for you then building and decorating it too. Shipping all over the world."

"Busy guy.”

"Busy and wealthy. Never married before Lyra but their marriage got registered when she was 18 meaning he knows people. Greg is none other than a very famous lawyer with many heavy names under his belt. Has his own law firm with around 23 employees, 5 of them also well known, 3 on the way up the ladder. Recruiting them fresh from school. His own school not to forget."

Jaze kept on sharing his findings while Lydoran tried to make sense of everything he heard. A man who came from nothing and got kicked out at the age 12 disappears for years but then comes back as a store owner. Expands within three years and then keeps on expanding until he has an empire worth million. Friends with a big shot lawyer.

"What else do we know about this Greg person?” Lydoran asks.

"58 years old, married twice but divorced both. No kids. Comes from a long line of wealth. Probably inbred all of them. "Jaze snickers while looking at the papers. "Father was a doctor and mother stay at home wife. Has two younger sisters but after their father's death 10 or so years back they stopped talking. Inheritance was evenly shared between daughters and wife while the sole son was left out of the will. Doesn't say why though. Mother died three years ago from heart failure. Siblings whereabouts today are unknown. He moved here to Italy 8 years ago and never left.”

"Doesn't all this seem a little off?" Lydoran voices is doubts.

"Greg does not seem like a normal and nice person but he has no record. Both divorces handled nice and clean."

"His own firm?"

"Nope. Both times was handled by different ones. Some smaller collaboration has been done between one of the firms and his at one point some years later but he was never involved.” "Okay. Do we know anything else?"

"That's all I got for now but the guys are still digging around.”

"Good. The more we know the better we can keep her safe.”

"Speaking of the little mouse, where is she?" Jaze asked looking around.

"Where do you think?" Lydoran smile at Jaze before standing up and grabbing two blood bags from the fridge then

heating them up in the microwave to make some blood jello.

"Ooh, jello!" Jaze exclaims happily.

Handing over a glass he sits back down again. "Figured it out yet?"

"I'm guessing she's in the main library caught up in another world. Curled up in of the fluffy chairs by the large windows."

"How right you are, son.” Lydoran muses smiling. "And speaking of the lovely creature.”

"Hey guys." Lyra greets upon entering the kitchen. "What are you eating?”

"Blood jello.” Jaze answers happily.

"Is it good?"

Both stops eating and looks at Lyra. None of them expected that reaction from her. “To us it's very delicious. Want some?" Lydoran teases holding out the spoon.

"Maybe later.” She teases back. " I have something to ask you."

They finish eating and looks expectantly at Lyra who is standing in front of them, hands behind her back and nervousness clear in her body posture.

"Ask away, love."Lydoran says leaning back on his chair. Hands behind his head. They observe her as she simply stands there seemingly debating with herself about whatever it is, she's thinking of. Both can hear how fast her heart is beating and guessing she is feeling nervous. "Can you train me in fighting?"

Momentarily stunned there was a second or more of silence before a big smile spread on both their lips. “Of course we can little mouse.” Jaze is the first one to answer. "It's actually a really good idea.” While Jaze seemed elated and just about ready to make plans Lydoran could see she was still fidgeting meaning there was more.

"What else do you have for us, love?"

Taking a deep breath to steel herself she quickly blurts out. "Can you make me one of you?" in such a fast pace it sounded as if she said one very long word instead of a whole sentence. This time the silence lasts much longer due to sudden shock. Long enough for Lyra to start fidgeting again and nearly do a mad dash out of the kitchen while wishing for a black hole to swallow her. She can't even meet their eyes properly.