Author's note:

Well, I actually have no idea what to write here, I mean the only thing I can think of is that this is my first story and I hope you won't be too harsh on me… I have already picked out a few mistakes from the first chapter, and the only thing I can say is if you notice something that's off, just let me know. I'll try to update with new chapters as soon as possible.

Please review and I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the original Boondock Saints movies and the only character that is mine is Alison (oh right and Pavlov I guess).

Love,

EvilGirlLovesWriting

Chapter 1: The orchestrated revenge

A young woman with shoulder-length light brown hair stood in front of the mirror with a curling iron in her hands. Her hands were shaking a bit, not from fear but from excitement of what she was about to do. After her already wavy hair was curled completely she put the curling iron down in the sink in front of her. The bathroom of the hotel was far larger than hers was at home, and she couldn't say she minded that. It was so much easier to deal with the preparations when you had the space.

She lightly put some make-up on knowing her ivory skin would do the trick without it anyway. She was almost done now. Walking into the bedroom she caught a glimpse of her body in the full length mirror against the closet door. The green shiny dress fit her curves perfectly, and she smiled at the woman in the mirror who smiled back happily. Her breasts weren't too big nor to small, they were the perfect size really. Her long legs looked perfect as well beneath the long dress that was split at the left side so her left leg was visible a little. She shook her head at herself, 'Focus Alison. Focus.'

Alison opened her duffel bag and grabbed the small toilet bag out of it. Opening it while walking back to the bathroom her contacts case fell out. 'Fuck.' She cursed and stopped to pick it up. Luckily it had stayed shut, otherwise she would've been ruined for tonight. Well maybe not ruined, she would just have to really do her best and even then she might've failed. The contacts however almost sealed her success.

She put them both in and blinked a few times. When she looked back in the mirror she grinned. 'They suit you.' She told the woman in the mirror and had to laugh at the awkwardness she felt talking to her mirror image that didn't look like her at all. Normally she wouldn't even think of walking around in such a dress, she hated it really. Jeans and a baggy sweater were so much more her thing, but she knew that she wouldn't even have gotten in like that. She had to smile at the idea of her walking in like that with everyone else in dresses and suits.

Again she shook her head, telling herself to focus. She grabbed a gun with a silencer on it and put it in her handbag. She had been lucky the purse was big enough, and in green so it looked exactly right. Just to be sure she also put a knife in her purse, just in case something went wrong with her gun. Putting on her heels, jewelry and grabbing her purse she took one last look in the full length mirror. She looked exactly right, and she knew she would fit in perfectly. One deep breath later she was on her way to the ballroom downstairs.

She walked down the stairs gracefully, feeling the eyes of most of the men on her. She felt like a princess for some time and smiled at that idea, Yeah right, a princess with a gun. After months of training to walk on high heels she easily descended from the stairs, she was pretty sure she could even leap off of them but that would've attracted attention, too much attention. She walked around grabbing a glass of champagne from a tray one of the waiters held out for her. 'Thank you,' she said with a smile and continued to walk around a bit. She stopped at a few groups of people and introduced herself as a rich girl who was looking for an investment, of course not using those words literally.

The fact that she was rich made a few of the guys become even more interested in her. She was rich, that wasn't a lie, she just never boasted about it. Today she would need it though, to spark a certain gentleman's interest. It didn't take long to work. One of the guys she had been talking to earlier came walking up to her with another champagne glass in his hand for her.

'Thank you,' she said smiling at him. 'You're welcome.' He took a sip of his drink. 'I know someone you should probably meet.' He said. She made sure to look curious, 'Who?' she asked him. He chuckled softly at her curiosity and linked his arm in hers, 'follow me.' He said. They walked towards the bar where an older guy sat with a girl by his side that was way too young for him. 'Mr. Rosvarez,' the man beside her spoke, the older man looked up at them taking her in. His eyes lingered on her body just a bit longer than necessary. She had the urge to turn around and bolt knowing exactly who this man was and what he'd done, but she couldn't not if she wanted to accomplish her mission tonight.

She smiled at him nicely and extended her hand. 'Hi, my name is Alison Whitaker.' The mischievous twinkle in his eyes didn't go unnoticed, but she chose not to react to it. 'Pavlov Rosvarez,' he simply said taking her extended hand and kissing it, lingering on it longer than necessary. 'It is a pleasure to meet you.' He had a slight Russian accent, but you really had to strain to hear it though. Most people wouldn't even have heard it, but she knew who he was and where he was from so she was looking out for it. She blushed and giggled, feeling satisfied with her acting skills, especially when he grinned at her reaction.

The man who had been beside her before was now standing next to Pavlov whispering something in his ear. Alison had an idea what it was he was whispering, probably that she was rich and interested in investing. After he was done whispering he left without another glance in her direction. She did her best not to react and kept looking at Pavlov. 'Are your parents here tonight?' he asked her with interest. She looked quasi shocked at the question, 'What do you mean? Do you think I can't take care of myself?' He laughed at that and shook his head. 'Of course you can, but don't your parents want to be here for your first business deal?' She smiled softly, 'They trust me Mr. Rosvarez. Also in business.' He nodded still smiling at her, 'In that case I will discuss business with you then. I have to admit it beats talking to an elderly man or woman.' Again I teased him by looking shocked. 'How old do you think I am?' She was referring to the fact that her parents wouldn't be that old, and he knew it. He also thought however that she fell right into his trap. He wanted to know how old she was, and she wouldn't keep it from him. 'I don't know, how old are you?' she smiled again, '24' she told him. He nodded in approval, which she wouldn't have understood if she hadn't known what kind of business he ran.

There was a reason she was lying about her age. Actually she was 27 but she knew no one would notice the difference of three years, especially not when she already had caught this man's interest. 'So do we have business to discuss?' she asked in a business like tone. He laughed, 'We certainly do.' He got of the bar stool and stood in front of her. 'Why don't you come to my room and we will discuss some things.' She knew that if she said the wrong thing now she could blow it all. 'Why can't we discuss it here?' She asked him with a surprised expression. This unknowing question was enough for him to believe I really was just a regular girl who wanted to discuss business. 'The noise of course, I won't be able to hear you clearly enough and we wouldn't want to be hoarse tomorrow for having to shout all the time right?' She was just about to protest that it wasn't even that loud when music started to play through the hall as if it had all been orchestrated by him, which it probably was. He extended his arm for her to take with a smile on his face; she smiled as well and walked with him towards the back stairs they would take up to his room.

The next chapter will be longer, sorry this one's so short... Hope you liked it, please review..