"Boss the next target location is Bharain-"
"No. The Middle East is already on fire. Now having another mafia would trigger than making it easy for us."
"Got it. Should I fix the target in the United States or Canada?"
"Las Vegas. Perfect entry and spectacular disaster. Inform that Indian… What was his name again?"
"Siddarth."
"Let us prepare to take the son of a bitch down"
I looked at the family portrait of Yusupov and Romanov together. One is the Bolshevik revolutionary's pillar who funded the protest and the other is the Royal bloodline family murdered brutally by the former's intel. Backstabbers. Now? They are enjoying the money that was looted from the treasure hounds and built an entirely new empire in the States.
I don't forget the betrayal. This debt of Yusupov could be paid through blood that they bleed my family. Wipe the fucking bratva empire that the Yusupov pridely built.
A vow of a Mikhailovich.
*~*~*~*~
A tasteless Indian fucker at my foot, sweating, and breathing meeking as if I about to kill or worse enjoy the play date. I would but not now. Greater plans for greater outcomes are my priority at the moment.
"I decided the means of how you pay my debt" My Russian-English accent rolls smoothly and heavily, vibrating the room.
He nods as a pig to slaughter. Disgusting. How even the woman agreed to this puny fucker as finace? Questionable taste.
"Your Fiancee."
Horror crosses his face. I am pretty sure he thinks I might fuck her for the night and I might, if she complies or better falls for me. A virgin, high value in the elite market. Educated and well etiquette, mainly bred for high class homemaker material. Just have a weird taste for choosing a man like him. I pulled my gun out pointing right through his mouth,
"Your only option is to nod and bring your Fiancee discretely when she come to the Miami Grand Prix"
The insignificant pest nods vehemently at my demand. No loyalty. Want to just put the bullet into his head. End his pathetic life saving the woman for a better man or take responsibility to be that man for her if she is literally in love with this absolute nonsense of a soul.
"I will text you the time and location. Don't disappoint me and drop yourself into a frying pan." I warned him and cleaned my gun with a kerchief, throwing it into the bin.
The first move has been made. I am waiting to see Anushka Vaidyanth's response to my deal. Will she comply for her fiance's life or my second move- capturing her dear friend, Celène Lambert.
*~*~*~*~
Blinding neon lights. Alcohol, sweat, and highly concentrating perfume hit my nose. Rich brats. The music blasted in high pitch volume to tear my ear drum making my temper flare by the second. I need to find that woman before I start firing bullets.
I gruffed as my guards pushed the filthy shits aside in searching for one tiny woman with honey blonde hair. Not a big task in the sea of blonde and brunettes with slutty clothes that barely covers their bodies. Grinding into genders they prefer like addicts on cocaine. Lovely.
I stood by the wall at the end of the entrance slash exit to make sure that little blonde doesn't escape under my watch.
Leisurely, I had one of my feet on the wall watching the brats nursing alcohol or either sucking or fucking. Disgusting.
"Hey there boy toy… yeah you. How much for the night, baby boy?" Celène Lambert in my trap that she fell on her own.
"Will you be able to pay for the price, Kukolka?"
"Russian? Wow… I love Russian baddies." The glittery bomb of a black dress sparkling under the neon lights highlighting her barely covered long legs with high hell more than four inches but still not reaching my six feet eight height made me smirk.
Lightly tipsy with an emotionally functioning brain. My guards noticed her and were ready to capture the target, my price for revenge but not yet. Not yet so I fisted my hand with my thumb inside indicating them to hold until my command which is no way around the corner.
She was bold enough to trace my Adam's apple with those pointed nails like witch that is coated in cherry red. I was affected, slightly as she traced it down my body. I didn't react or stop her. Yet my jaws ticked in temper.
In a flash my hand was fisted around her silk honey blonde hair "You didn't answer my question, Kukolka… Will you be able to pay the price?" I grumbled near her ear. A smell of paint, leather, and la fleur hit my nose, arousing my cold cock into life.
This is going to be a long night for both of us before I capture and string this doll for my play.
I crashed my lips against her glittering pink lips.