Title: Chapter 36: I'll Send You My Best Part 1
"If I thought violence would help your situation, Stavros, I would suggest it." Nikolai's voice was so soft Stavros was forced to lean closer to the man to hear properly. Something he did not want to do. All knew how quickly Andreovich could move. He tried to conceal a tremor as Nikolai continued in that same soft voice. "But the indiscriminate application of pain - which admittedly has it uses - especially on the wayward or the incompetent," Stavros shook at his cold smile. "It will not work in this instance." Nikolai pushed the ashtray aside with his ring finger and flicked the ash from his cigar directly on Stavros’ table as the man watched. "But I have a suggestion that might."
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I love your interpretation of Nikolai; he’s complex, straightforward, aloof, crude, a bastard, a gentleman…basically a dichotomy of personas that makes you want to kill him and embrace him at the same time. Most love him, some not so much but you’re always true to his character, especially when he’s in his gangster element (smooth mofo lol). Throughout the story, we’ve never seen the ‘bloody’ Andreovich (not really) yet it’s an underlying fact that the man is very dangerous; a killer. Case in point…that excerpt could’ve been the moment when Stravros breathed no more if it wasn’t for a phone call, how fortunate for him.
Nikolai has purposely evolved, appearing more human and less beastly than his former self although I must admit; I almost choked when he became disgusted at the age of the scantily-clad serving girl. Oh the irony of it all. LOL One thing’s for certain, whether it’s right or wrong, the man truly loves Sunny. If she ever walked away from him or if anything ever happened to her…I don’t think he would survive the loss of his Sunshine.
Sunny hasn’t come to terms with the reality of ‘them’ – how they came to be, who they are to each other and most certainly what the future holds for her if those three words are ever reciprocated to him. Her turmoil is very understandable. She’d come into womanhood without guidance except for a mother’s wisdom spoken to her long ago as a babe. There are no other females - no grandmas, no aunts, no sisters, cousins – to explain her heart, what she should do. But deep down her gut won’t let her put caution to the wind, at least not yet, so I think she does remarkably well, all things considered.
I can’t imagine what will happen next. You continue to write the unexpected which keeps an on-the-fence reader clamoring for more.
GREAT JOB!
Reviewer: JV4ME Signed
Date: 23/02/10