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The Damsel and the Outlaw (MisaLaVan&Bigbadvoodoodaddy)

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Markus Alexndrei Petrov was born December 14th 1850 on a boat from Mother Russia to the United States of America to two immigrant parents Kristoff and Ivanka Petrov who were trying to give their newly born son a better life. Or at least that was the plan originally being Russian and having a thick accent most people only riduculed them. Life growing up was hard because the family was always broke and barely scraped by enough food to eat. Most times either Kristoff or Ivanka would actually go hungry for days just to make sure that their growing boy had the food so where he could grow into a fine young American born Russian male.

As Markus grew up he got into a lot of fights in school mostly beating up children who made fun of his parents, the violence that surrounded this young boy it stuck with him and eventually molded him into the man that he would one day become. At the young age of ten Kristoff Petrov was gunned down by rich men who were 'Eliminating the Filth' in their town and so Markus had to quit school and get to work so that he could keep his family afloat, though this only angered him further towards the American citizens and even more so the rich seeing American born citizens getting paid twice what he did, seeing rich men throwing money around on things that were pointless it finally made the now twelve-year-old young man snap and with an old gun that his father had brought from Russia Markus tracked down and killed the men responsible for their deaths but tortured them before they died and for some strange reason that was ineffable to him he got a rush from watching the life draining from their eyes.

However, Markus was caught and imprisoned for eight years where he met Vladimir 'Grim Reaper' Vasiliev who was also imprisoned for murder, the two became close friends and when they were released from Prison. Markus was now twenty, Vladimir was twenty-five and free for the first time in years, after being released the two worked together to create an outlaw gang known as the 'Black Plague' at first it was just the two men working together to steal money from the rich and right the wrongs that they saw in the world. However, soon another joined them a female Anastasiya 'Black Widow' Kozlov another second-generation Russian. She quickly proved herself to be a very deadly Assassin and after Vladimir's death quickly rose to Markus 'The Devil' Petrov's right hand.

Now at thirty-two years old The Black Plague was more than just a two-person team working together, Markus now had over two hundred outlaw soldiers working for him, they had become the most violent, most well known, richest gang in the state of Texas and most likely in the entire Country even the Russian Mafia feared the Black Plague because of their gruesome, violent and angry ways.

"Markus I need to speak with you momentarily," Anastasiya said walking up to the leader of the Outlaw Gang she rode for. Anastasiya deal with the day to day businesses that Markus owned has always been good at dealing with money she had asked to basically be the person who took care of all finances for the club as well as it's second in command. And while doing her daily paperwork she had found that Mr. Hoffman has yet to pay back the two grand that Markus had given him to help expand his business it was supposed to be a loan and be paid back within a certain time period but Mr. Hoffman had refused to pay back any of it yet and Markus had been more than gracious to do something he had never done with anyone else, by extending the date two months so where John Hoffman could get cash flowing through the company before having to worry about financial obligations.

Markus was talking to a couple of soldiers telling them of the job that they would be handling, nothing too serious just giving beatdowns to local shopkeepers who had refused to pay for his services as a... Well as an investment to keep their stores from thefts, or accidental fires when Anastasiya came to him asking him for a moment of his time. "Of course Widow anything you need let us head off to my office," Markus said honestly as he made his way through the three-story building that doubled as their house and their HQ. Walking along the hard redwood floor his large heavy boots echoed through the floor. Standing six foot eight inches tall and weighing around three-twenty Markus was a large man with scars all over his body from past injuries and he wore them proudly like badges of honor.

As the two entered the office he let Widow in first before sitting down at his desk "So what Widow may I ask is so important that it could not wait" Markus asked curiously as his large fingers tapped against the wood of his desk.

"Well you see six months has passed since we gave Mr. Hoffman the loan for his business, even after you extended it for two months after the usual four-month period he has yet to pay even a single dime, the two thousand you gave him plus the interest on the loan he now owes a whopping" she closed one eye as she did the math in her head, "Eight thousand dollars now I know that you and Mr. Hoffman have had quite the beneficial partnership over the last several years but that doesn't give him any right to not pay you back your money. So I have an idea, I've done my research on him. It appears Mr. Hoffman is quite the family man he has a daughter seventeen years old named Ella. I say that you and I get out there, kidnap his pretty little daughter and let him know just how serious we can be when we're not given our rightful dues."

Markus shook his head as he heard Widow speaking "You're right six months without even seeing a single red penny is not right we were so lenient with him and apparently he took our leniency as weakness which will not happen again. So I agree let us go and take his daughter and teach him a lesson."

~~Thirty Minutes Later~~

Markus and Widow had ridden their horses to the school of Ella Hoffman and waited for her to exit the building. Upon seeing her it was Markus who did all of the work as he walked up behind her placing a sack over her head before tying up her hands dragging her behind him to where his horse was waiting for them. Once there he threw her up on the horse so she was laying uncomfortably across it and he tied her legs. The way he had her tied was how farmers tied their hogs it was a message for everyone who saw them do it that no one was to mess with The Black Plague Outlaw club. After this was finished he rode back to the clubhouse which was thirty minutes outside of town. As soon as they got to the clubhouse Markus took Ella inside throwing her roughly into the chair before pulling the sack off of her head "Do you know who I am you little bitch? Do you know why you're fucking here?"
 
Ella Hoffman was born April 5th 1864, she was born in a life of lexury. She was considers a beauty even as a child. Her long wavy blonde hair sat just above her hips, though she kept it in a bun all the time. She was only 5'2 and was skinny, after all a lady should never weight more then 100lbs. She didn't know much about her father business, again it wasn't lady's work. While she did her best to be a lady the one thing she had a provlem with was her mouth. She had earned a hit or two from taking back.

Like most upper class girls she went to school to learn how to be a good house wife. As she walked toward home she was shocked when someone put a bag over her head. She let out a scream, and while she was sure people where around no one helped her. She was tied and put over a horse. "Stop..... help" she called. She felt her dress pool at her knees and feared someone would see her underwear as she was riden away from town.

By the time the hood was removed, she was pissed. Her bright blue eyes held anger as she looked at the man before her. "I have no idea who you are, or why the hell you would take me" she snapped. Her eyes moved around the room "How dare you tie me up like a big and lay me over a horse like that you ass"
 
The entire ride home Markus could hear Ella complaining the entire ride home and squirming. "SHUT UP" Markus yelled angrily until they finally made it to the clubhouse. Once they were inside the clubhouse Markus placed her in a chair and moved to sit down in a chair in front of her. "Cut the ropes Widow," he said looking at his second in command.

"Sir but what if she tries to run," Widow asked curiously as she looked over at Markus.

"Then I'll pull my gun out and shoot her directly in the spine, she'll be paralyzed forever but she'll still be alive and her worthless father can pay back the Eight thousand dollars he owes me," Markus said looking at Widow.

Widow shrugged her shoulders "If that's what you say you're the boss after all" with that she pulled a large combat knife from her boot and cut the ropes off of Ella's hands and legs.

Markus stood walking over to Ella and placed his large hand on her chin looking at her flawless features "You little girl are going to learn very quickly that you will not talk to me with any disrespect. The first time I will forgive but I promise you that next time I'll make sure you don't do it again... Then if you do the punishments will continually get worse. Pissing me off right now would not be your best or wisest decision. I am Markus Petrov but people around here know me as The Devil because I am ruthless, filled with aggression and not afraid to smack a mouthy little bitch like yourself around. Your father owes me a very, very large amount of cash and I'm going to get it one way or another. He'll either pay me back every cent with interest or I'll his pretty little daughter raped for money. Either way, I'll have my money back" with that said he turned around walking the other direction slowly to lean against the wall by the door to the windowless room they were in. "You will be imprisoned in this room, you will be fed only if you are good and if you are bad I will punish you whether it be being your ass or having you stripped naked and walked like a dog around town. Though I might go with the latter, having everyone in town seeing the little proper Hoffman whore treated like the worthless little whore-cunt she is will make me happy" he looked at Widow who was staring at him he knew that she would love to be the 'dog walker' since Widow got off on violence and humiliation.

"Anything to say, whore," Widow asked looking directly in the eyes of Ella, she was happy that Markus had practically given her permission to demean and humiliate this young woman she knew by the way he walked away to stand by the door leaving the two in the middle of the room.
 
Ella couldn't help the growl that slipped from her lips as he barked at her to shut up. She knew it was no use fighting so she kept her mouth shut for the rest of the ride. Before she knew it her they were where ever he was taking her. Her ass hit the chair with a thud and she sent him a glare. Her eyes snapped to the woman he spoke to before turning back to him. His words sent a anger though her body she had never felt. She was angry at her father for being such a idiot and at this man for thinking for a moment this would help him get his money back.
Her eyes narrowed as he grabbed her chin, if she wasn't so angry she would of been taken by how handsome he was. She bit at the inside of her cheek, trying her best to hold her tongue. She let out a noise sound as she looked up at him. "You think kidnapping me will get my father to pay you?" She asked with amusement in her voice. Soon he turned away from her, walking to lean against the wall. The taste of her own blood filled her mouth as she bit harder to keep her mouth shut.
Ella stood up, she looked past the woman to the man behind her. She walked toward Markus, everything in her telling her this was a bad idea. However she wasn't one to back down, and boy did that get her in trouble. "I'm not sure if your stupid or so blinded by the whore behind me to see how stupid this is." She snapped. Her angry was now toward her father, knowing the man would never pay for her "My father will give you no money for me. I'm not a son, I'm only the daughter he was cursed with. " Her voice got louder until she was screaming at him. "And what kind of man needs a woman to punish a 'little girl'." Oh yes she was angry.
 
Markus laughed as she stood up walking directly towards him, the difference in size easily spotted between the giant Markus and the small Ella. Her words only brought for a chuckle as he bid his time letting her think she had the upper hand with no warning he grabbed her by the neck lifting her off the ground with ease before slamming her to the wall as his hand tightened around her throat. "Let me say this once more and know that I hate repeating myself you spoiled-rotten little piece of fuck meat... I don't care if your father actually hands me over the money himself. I will charge men from this city and beyond a handsome fee to rape your holes to their own enjoyment until every single cent is paid off. I will have you stripped and paraded around this town like the little dog you are" he said as his hand came down hard on her cheek sending an audible noise throughout the room like a gunshot. "I am not somebody you will fuck with ever and the more you poke and prod at me the angrier I will become until I am an animal unleashed ready to rip you from piece to fucking piece" he snarled at her... He could tell by the coloring of her face now that she had been without enough to breathe for long enough and so he dropped her letting her body hit the ground like a bag of potatoes. "Widow take this whore to the showers have her sprayed down with the hose, stripped completely naked and left in here sopping wet to learn her lesson," Markus said angrily as he walked out of the room before going to his office to get some work done.

Widow smiled as she watched everything that was happening Markus truly was one who did not care of the subtleties of humanity he was the Devil's son on Earth and nobody should mess with him. Hearing him give her a demand on what to do with the prisoner she smiled as she said "Yes Sir" then she waited until Markus left before coming up and kicking Alice directly in the ribs with her combat style boots "Don't you ever call me a whore again" she said softly she did not get loud like Markus instead she spoke softly, creepily so the message was sent loud and clear. Slowly she opened up the door seeing Razor and Tiny standing outside of the door they were the largest members of the group other than Markus "Boys lift her up and carry her to the watering cage" she said as the two goons lifted Ella's body up with ease before taking her to a brick room where chains were hanging from the wall, the men chained her to the wall and stepped back allowing Widow to do as she pleased.

Widow held the water hose turning it on full power she began soaking Ella with it not caring if the water hurt or not as she got every inch of her body wet. "Alright, boys back to the room" the large men then carried Ella back to the room before taking their spot outside of the room once more. "Now" Widow said with the large knife in her hand "You will realize we are not to be messed with" after saying this and without any remorse Widow took the large knife cutting every single piece of clothing off the girl leaving her completely naked on the concrete floor inside of the room that had no windows in it at all. "Markus will be in to see you in a couple of hours if I were you I'd make sure that mouth stayed shut unless spoken to he's not one for people talking back to him and having him on your side would be a great decision" as she said this the beautiful outlaw walked out of the room locking it behind her.

~~Eight hours Later~~

Markus walked up to the door where Ella was being held hoping that being sprayed down and stripped would show her that he was serious with what he said. Walking into the room Markus looked at Ella sitting there naked "So are you ready to try this conversation again only this time without the smart ass remarks?"
 
His chuckle only made Ella madder however before she could say anything her had her by the neck. She did her best not to show fear, her hands gripped at his arm. Her nails bit into the skin of his arm as she kept her eyes locked on his face. Her head bounced against the wall, and she bit onto her cheek once more. Her head snapped to the side when he slapped her. The action made her bit into her cheek, blood filled her mouth. He dropped her to the follow after a few more angry barked words. Hitting the ground she let out another hiss, she watched him walk away from her.

Her eyes jumped to Widow, she spit out the blood that filled her mouth. The hatred was clear on her face. Yet again she hissed in pain as the woman's foot meant with her ribs. As the man came in to grab her she did her best to fight. She screamed, kicked and even tried to bite the men. It was no use and she knew it from the start. She found herself chained to the wall. The water was cold, and the cloth of her dress hugged her body tight. It was heavy with the ice cold water. She didn't fight as she was taken back to the room, cut free of the heavy dress. She simply watched the woman leave the room, before pulling her knees to her chest.

It was hours before the door opened again. She hadn't moved from her spot on the floor. Her eyes locked on the wall. It had been hours since her body had stopped the shaking all the time. Now her body would randomly give a shake. Her lips where blue, with a purple tint around the outer edge. She didn't answer, didn't show any sign she had even heard. However she knew he was there, she heard every word and movement he made. She let her eyes closed, turning her head away from him as she let it rest on her knees. She kept her legs close to her body. As much as she wanted to snap at him, hit him as he had done her. She couldn't move, her body hurt to much from the cold. Hell she couldn't even feel her toes, she didn't dare look toward what she knew would be red almost blue colored feet.
 
Markus had tried to speak to her but she ignored him completely and so he walked over sitting in the chair he had originally had Ella tied to earlier in the day. Sitting down he placed his arms on the knee's and brought his hand up to scratch the scruff of hair that was on his neck. Thus causing a scratching sound as he did so. Slowly he leaned back looking at Ella's naked body curled up in the corner of the room. He could see that her lips were blue and purple and her red and blue feet. He could tell she'd been here since he had left earlier. "Alright I hate repeating myself but I'm going to ask again. Nicely... Are you ready to have a conversation without all of the smart ass remarks from earlier? Being on my good side will only help you in the long run. I'll get you clothing, a bed to lay on... I'll treat you like a guest instead of a prisoner... Believe or not behind all the violence I have a nice side one that people who work with me get to see quite often" Markus said honestly. "Eight thousand dollars is quite a large amount of money, money I was happy to loan to a man I considered a friend but it has been six months and he hasn't even paid me anything... I hope you can see how this makes me very, very angry... Gentlemen bring me a blanket" he called out loud.

A few moments later one of the men who had carried Ella to the bathroom to get sprayed down came in with a large blanket handing it to Markus.

Markus then walked over placing the blanket on Ella's body before making his way back to the chair. "You're a very pretty young woman, gorgeous and well taught obviously, you're a bit mouthy for my taste but don't worry we'll fix that. You remind me of Widow she was just like you at one point now she's my second in command so there's always room for you someplace where instead of being the unwanted daughter you could become a wanted and well respected sister."
 
She could hear him moving, knowing he had moved to sit down. While there was a part of her that wanted to look at him she didnt dare. She could feel his eyes on her body and the feeling unnerved her. She finally turned her blue eyes toward him. The blue orbs filled with angry, hatred and fear as he called for a blanket. She didnt move as he came close to lay it over her. Her blonde hair was stuck to her face and body.

Letting out a laugh she shook her head, the laughter was full of saddness though. "I understand. It is a lot of money. Trust me I wish my father would feel the need to pay for me. He wont, his only child a daughter he never wanted. One he can never sale .. as you so clearly know.. . To mouthy to be a good wife". She pulled the blanket around her and muttered thanks. "My father is no ones friend. I'm sorry you had to learn that the way he did." Her voice held honesty.

She thoight over his last words, blushing at the thought of him calling her gorgeous. "I don't want to be like Widow." She let her blue eyes move over him "I'm mouthy, but I could mever hurt anyone... even you. As much as I'd want to... i dont think I ever really could" she admit. "Besides she would never accept me as anything but a .... play thing." She didnt trust the woman. She felt deep down no matter what she would die at the hands of the older female. "Are you sleeping with her?" She questioned with a raised eye brow.
 
"See how wonderful it is to carry on a conversation without all the violence and hatred," Markus said softly as he heard her say that she understood that the money her father owed her was a lot before stating that her father had no friends. "Yes, I see that no unfortunately and as for wife... There's no such thing as a mouth wife every man no matter who they are, deserve a wife who will not only stand beside them but give them shit for doing things wrong or stupid" he said honestly.

"And I don't mean that you have to be a monster like myself or Widow what I was saying was that at one time. Widow was just another woman treated like a slave for her father only he was much, much worse than your own. The reason that she has become so evil is because her father would tie her down to the bed by her arms and legs, strip her completely naked and allow any man the chance to fuck her for something as small as five bucks. Hours and hours she'd be tied down, raped repeatedly by drunk men not caring about her needs only about their own then once they were done her father would walk away with all of the money get drunk then come home and beat her for not making enough. When I found her I bought her, not for sexual pleasure but to save her not knowing that she'd eventually become my best friend. Her first job was killing her own father and I must admit that I had quite the twinkle in my eye and happiness in my heart watching her slowly bring him to the brink of death before letting him live but I am known as the Devil a title that suits me because of violence and anger towards people like you who would berate me, push me around and beat me up because I was different finally something snapped in my brain and I realized I would never get anywhere being nice so I became the exact opposite" he said staring at her. "And no I'm not fucking Widow I prefer my blondes," he said with a smile but he hadn't meant it as him talking about her. "There will be clothes brought to you momentarily and you'll be brought down to the dining hall for supper... Don't try anything funny or you'll regret your decision I promise" he said making his way out of the room towards the kitchen to cook for his family as he always did.

Razor walked into the room a few moments after Markus left he walked to the chair in the middle of the room and placed some clothing on the chair his voice came out deep and almost intimidating "The boss says to get dressed in these clothes, knock when you're done and you'll be escorted to the dining hall" Razor was Markus main enforcer and personal bodyguard other than Widow or Markus he was the most violent member of the group though unlike Markus he had no problem killing or doing the dirty work he actually enjoyed pain and violence. But his first and only goal in life was to do exactly what the boss told him to do. Slowly he walked outside shutting the door so where Ella could have privacy as he waited for her to knock to let him know she was ready to be moved.
 
Ella couldnt stop herself as she rolled her eyes at his comment, now he was being the smart ass. She looked at him, taking him in as he spoke of Widows past. Her cheek rested against her knees as she thought bout her next words. "And you promised me the same thing, if a men I can't control' doesnt do as you ask." She wasnt trying to be smart this time, just wanted to point out what he had promise to do. She what to ask more questions, but she didnt dare. She didnt want to test her luck any more then she already had. As she warmed up the lovely hand print he had left on her skin started to show more, as well as his hand mark on her neck. She couldnt stop the snort when he spoke of blondes. In no way did she think he was speaking of her, or did she ever think he would speak of her in that way.

Moment after he slipped from the room, another man walked in. She eyed him, talong in his every move with distrust. She waited until he was gone to stand. Or at least she tried to stand, her body still hurt. She had nevet felt such pain, even when markus had hit her. It took her a few minutes to stand and make her way to the chair. Her feet were turning a normal color and she could start to feel her toes. She slipped on the clothing, even though it still hurt to move. She knew she was to knock when she was done, but she didnt. Ella sat in the chair and took in a deep breath.

She knew with out a doubt that Markus woyld get his money one way or another. She knew her father would never pay for her return. She knew Widow would love to see her in pain. In that moment she knew true fear. She tried to fight the tears, but it didnt work. It was a good ten minutes before she could pull herself together. She did her best to clean up her face and fix her hair. She looked a mess, her red rimed eyes and brused face. She moved slowly toward the door and gave a gentle knock. Ella wondered if anyone was even there, she hadnt meant to take so long. She wouldnt of been shock if they had gone on with out her.
 
As soon as the knock rang out on the door Razor opened the door he was so large that his head almost touched the top of the seven-foot doorway. "Alright follow me and don't try anything funny if you run we will catch you and the consequences you will suffer will be terrible no one wants to mess with the Black Plague that's why no cops stopped Marcus when he kidnapped you," he said honestly his deep voice booming in the hallway. Soon they were accompanied by two other large men and Widow herself leading the group.

"So I see the let the whore out of her room. Marcus must have a thing for this one he's never done this before" she snarled as she continued walking.

"He let you out didn't he" one of the men teased.

Widow heard the comment made about her and she turned around finding the man who had said it she beat him within an inch of his life right there in front of Razor and Ella. Showing her violence in full force once she was done she said "Get that piece of shit out of my sight" she said angrily before continuing to walk towards the dining room. "So what did you say to him to make him release you...Whore" she asked Ella with a grimace on her face.
 
Ella was more then a little shocked when the door opened. She gave a simple nod when told not to run. She had no where to run to, so they didnt need to fear that. She followed behind him, falling back slightly when they were joined by Widow and a few other men. She did her best not to glare at the women when called a whore. One day she would kill that woman.

She wanted to smile at the mans comment, but she was cut short when Widow attacked. She let out a shocked scream and moved back. She was fozen in fear, yet no one stepped into help the man. When they started moving again she fell back even more. She swallowed hard when the woman spoke to her. "I didnt say anything." They truth was she didnt know what she had to have him let her free. Her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
 
Razor walked beside Ella the entire time that from the moment he had opened the door. Even after Widow had beaten one of the men to a bloody pulp and Ella had slowed down Razor never left her side. "Widow you know Markus is going to be upset that you beat up one of his newest and most successful members," he said looking at her happily.

Widow smiled as she looked at Razor "Markus will understand that I made an example of someone who disrespected me" she said honestly before looking at the young woman who Markus had kidnapped hours earlier "Alright, alright if you say so but there must be some reason that he allowed you out of that prison cell and I'm going to find out why" as she said this they reached the large dining hall.
 
The large man stay right next ber her, and it made Ella uneasy. She did her best to ask as if she was relaxes, but she wasn sure they knew she wasnt. When Widow asked what she had said yo Marus she told her the truth. She really had no idea what she had said yo the man to make him let her out of the room. Blue eyes looked back at the woman and she gave a shrug "maybe its becaise I'm blonde" the words slipped from her soft pink lips before she knew what was happening. Once again she knew her mouth would get her in trouble.

They came to the dinning hall and she was taken back. She stood in the door way blue orbs moving around the room. A smile tugges on her lips. She would give it to Markus he had great taste.
 
Upon reaching the dining hall where they would all be eating dinner Widow started inside making her way towards where the table that Razor, Markus, and Ella would be eating. However, hearing the young woman's comment about blondes Widow turned on her heels standing now facing Ella "You're going to regret that comment you whore" she snarled running at Ella the same way she had run at the man whose ass she had beaten earlier...

Razor stepped in front of Ella as Widow ran to attack her and caught the woman as she jumped at Ella "Widow Markus has given direct orders for no one to touch a single hair on her head... As his main enforcer, and personal bodyguard it is my job to make sure his demands are followed exactly as they were given" he said tossing Widow to the side watching as she landed on her feet like a cat. Razor grabbed Ella by the arm not roughly as he walked her to the table "Sit right here I'll stand behind you to make sure you're safe until Markus is here" he said softly "And next time you might want to think before you speak to Widow like that she's not someone to be playing with."
 
Ella's eyes widen as Widow turned on her. Yep she should of kept her mouth shut she thought as the woman started to yell at her. She took a step back amd let out a yell as the older woman rushed her. Hell she wasnt even sure why the woman was so mad at her. In that moment she thought for aure she was going to end up like the male. Though she knew she coulsnt take a beating like that.

Thankfully it seemed the male walking with her had other ideas. She swallowed hard as she stood against the door frame. She listened to his words and watched as he tossed her back. The toss however didnt seem to trip the woman up at all. Before she knew it sje was being tugged toward the table. She followed along with out a word, fear in her eyes. Giving the tall man a nod she took a sit. "Thank you." She said lightly. She looked at him for a moment. "I wasn't trying to play with her."
 
"Do not thank me?" Razor said placing his hand on her shoulder patting it lightly. "I do as I'm told and was given direct orders from the boss that there was not a hair on your head to be messed up. However, things might change and then instead of being your protector I will be your tormentor because I do as Markus asks me to do without question or hesitation" he said popping his knuckles lightly before saying "Markus, he seems to enjoy your company obviously but you are still mouthy and his temper can be even worse than Widow... He's the only person who Widow actually fears and will not mess with so I doubt your punishments are over."

Markus came out a few moments later with several people all carrying food with them, half had the meal while the other had the appetizers, they dished out every single plate on the table before disappearing back into the kitchen to come out with drinks both alcoholic and non-alcoholic just so the underage wouldn't be drunk. Then slowly he sat at the head of the table with Ella on his one side and Widow on his other. Looking over he looked at Ella "So you decided to come out here with us...Troublemakers did you" he asked with a chuckle.
 
Ella's body stiffened as she felt the mans hands on her shoulders. She was sure his words had the effect he wanted, as fesr rushed through her. She kept her eyes locked forward as she felt the need to snap at the man. She had only been trying to be nice, and then he hd to be a ass. Blue orbs locked on Markus as he entered the room. She took a fast look at the food and wondered who had cooked such a meal. It smelled amazing and she knew her father cook would be put to shame.

Markus soon sat beside her, and she felt a heat rise in her face. She shook her head of the feeling and looked at him as he spoke to her. Blue orbs jumped toward Widow for a split second. "Starting to wish I hadn't " she muttered before letting her eyes move to Razor. She took in a deep breath and let out a sigh. Her eyes landing on the food in front of her. "Wow... this looks.... great" she said lightly.
 
Christoper 'Tiny' Vernoliac spoke from the end of the table (the man who was the other man who had taken Ella to the bathroom for Widow earlier) "Markus this is one of your best meals yet" he had already taken a couple of bites of his food "Thank you for coming back to cook for us again... Your replacement cook wasn't as good as you were."

"Mother fucker I'm sitting right here" Widow huffed out angrily as she heard the man talking about the replacement cook which was her.

"You're welcome Tiny and you don't have to worry I'm back and will be taking the kitchen back over... And we all know you could've cooked better if you would've listened when I tried teaching you Anastasiya" Markus said calling Widow by her real name birth name.

"It's Widow Markus, especially when in front of the whore," Widow said now slamming her hand against the table which caused the entire room to gasp and even caused her to get a fearful look on her face as she knew that Markus hated it when someone talked back to him.

Markus' fist clenched hearing Widow talking back to him. Turning to Ella he looked at her the anger obvious on his face "I apologize that you have to see this before it happens" with that said he cocked back slapping Widow right across the face knocking her back over her chair to which Markus stood to where Widow was crawling away. With one hand and unbelievable strength, he lifted the woman with one hand directly up into the air and held her there. And then he began speaking in fluent German so only the people who spoke German would understand him not knowing whether or not Ella knew German "Sie, Anastasiya Kozlov, wissen es besser, als sich mit dem Teufel anzulegen. Das nächste Mal werde ich dich mit meinen bloßen Händen in zwei Hälften teilen und auf deinen leblosen Körper spucken. (You of all people Anastasiya Kozlov know better than to mess with the Devil. Next time I will break you in half with my bare hands and spit on your lifeless body.)"
 
Ella was shocked when a man spoke of Markus cooking. She knew him, he had helped take her from room to room. She listened to the playful banter and for a moment she was taken by how normal they all seemed. That was until Widow snapped at Markus. She jumped when the woman hit the table. Her eyes glued on the woman as it got deathly silent. Her blue orbs locked on Markus' face as he turned to her. She took in the anger and for once she didnt feel fear. Mainly because she knew it wasn't aimed at her this time.

She gave a small nod in return of his words. Sha gasped as his hand meant the womans face, knocking her backwards. She jumped slightly, tipping back slightly, her hands shot out to catch herself. Her hand went up toward her brused neck and knew how it felt when being held as Widow was. She knew a few words in german, so she picked up on some of what was said.

Her eyes moved around the room and she took in how everyone just watched. They seemed so much more like a caring family at times, but moments like this she knew they truly feared Markus. She didnt know what she had done to piss Widow off so, even Markus seemed to move past her mouthyness. She turned forward, folded her hands in her lap and locked her eyes on her plate. This behaver learned from year of abuse at the hands of her father.
 
Widow choked out an apology back to him in German "Tut mir leid, Teufel ... Bitte verzeih mir meine Arroganz gegenüber dir und dieser Familie.(I'm sorry Devil... Please forgive my arrogance towards you and this family.)" she cried as she tried to catch her breath.

As Ella fell back Razor who was still standing behind her caught her with ease and sat the chair with her in it back down on the ground. "You must be careful of hurting yourself. It seems you've become something of a legend here in this family... No need for you to get hurt yet" even though Razor seemed to be hateful there was a reason behind it. His entire family had been massacred just a few years earlier when he had joined. His wife and two children having been killed in the most gruesome way possible by a group of men who had worked for the government of Germany where he had come from. And just like Markus at times he could show remorse and care for others.

Markus snarled but dropped Widow as if she meant nothing before making his way back to the table to sit down "Now unless someone else has something to say I would like to enjoy this wonderful meal that I have made for us all without any other interruption" he said as he began eating his food.
 
Ella would being lieing if she said she didnt get some enjoyment of his treatment of Widow. Deep down there was a part of her who didnt want him to let go until the woman was dead. As she tipped back she was thankful for Razor. She looked up at him and offered him a thankful smile. Her brows pull together and she opened her mouth to ask what he meant. However at that time Markus dropped Widow. For a split second her eyes fell on the woman, before she turned back toward the food.

No one said as word as Markus started to eat. For a moment Ella thought over what Razor had said. She didnt understand, but now she didnt dare question. Blue eyes took in Markus for only a second before she started to eat her food. She let out a soft moan of approval as she ate. "This os very good." She offered. She was use to eatting in silents but somehow in this moment it seemed wrong. Her eyes moved around the room between bites as she took everyone in.
 
Markus was happy for the silence that followed after he had taken care of Widow who was now back sitting at the table beside him eating her food in silence as well.

As she spoke to him he turned his head to look at her "Thank you I've been cooking my whole life. I started cooking for my six brothers and sisters when I was a child to help my parents who always worked to make something of themselves in this God-forsaken terrible country" Markus said honestly as he took a couple of bites more of his food before turning his attention to Widow as well "I need you to visit Ella's father let him know that we have his daughter tell him the money is ours or not only will we take her but we'll also have Razor, you and myself visit him personally in a way that he doesn't want us to visit him... Do it now" he said the last part through gritted teeth because seeing her still had him upset.

Widow was in the middle of a bite when she heard Markus speak to her "Yes sir" she said getting up to go do exactly as she was asked to do.
 
Ella let her blue eyes take in his as he spoke of cooking for his family. She couldn't help but wonder what had happened to his parents. There was a part of her that wanted to not only ask about his parents but his brother and sisters as well. However she didn't dare ask, at least not to day. He seemed to have had all he could take of mouthy woman. She gave a nod in reply as she turned back toward her food. However she stopped with the fork half way to her mouth as he spoke to Widow. Her eyes widen as he told the woman to go visit her father. Again she was struck with the fact deep down she wanted Markus to kill someone, this time her father. The no good man had not only gotten himself into dealings with Markus, but had dragged Ella and her mother into it as well.
While she knew her father wouldn't pay for her, her fear was for her mother. "What about mother?" She asked... her voice louder then she meant for it to be. Her eyes moved to Widow and she fear the older woman would hurt, if only to get back at Ella herself. "My mother has no part in my fathers dealings. She was nothing more then a tool for him to get more money." She had long since dropped the fork. She wanted so badly to slap some sense into Markus. She knew he wanted his money, that is was a lot of money. But did the man really think hurting her or even her mother really get anything done. It was clear he knew just how unkind the world was to those with no power.
 
"If your mother has no part in your father's dealings then I want no harm to come to her" Markus said nonchalantly as he took a sip of his coffee. "It's that simple and if a single hair of her head gets hurt or worse they'll all personally deal with me is that understood...Widow... Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir your word is clear as crystal," Widow said through gritted teeth as Ella had suspected she had been wanting to hurt Ella's mother if for nothing else to get back at the woman who had caused her own friend to turn against her and hurt her after years of peace between them. "Who do you want me to take with me, sir?"

"Razor is one of our most destructive take him," he said before thinking once again "And take Ella," Markus said putting his coffee glass down knowing that Ella would probably want to see her father hurt... As he said this he took a few moment pause before speaking once more "Hell you know what it's been too long since I've broken someone's jaw I'm coming along with you to make sure that everything goes off without a hitch" he said standing "James go get our horses ready."
 
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