Chapter 12

RUSLAN POV

Seated in my office and typing away on my laptop, I was so engrossed in my work that I didn't hear the knocking on the door.

Another knock snapped me out of my thoughts and I took off my glasses, shutting the laptop at once.

I could tell from the desperation behind the knock, that there was something important I should know about.

“Yes, come in.” I replied and almost immediately, Nicko burst in, his face blank, but I could see the rapid movement in his eyes.

“Why are you here? Report.” I ordered and Nicko drove his fingers into his wavy black hair.

“If you aren't ready to report, leave now and take care of the matter yourself.” I glared.

“Someone stole from our goods.” He finally spoke up after few seconds of silence.

I knew it. Something was wrong from the way he knocked and the desperation in his eyes.

I guess some motherfucker will be dying tonight, by my hands.

“Who is it?” I asked, my voice deep and calm.

It implied to; a calm before the storm.

“We don't know for sure, but we're checking the CCTV cameras around the warehouse.” Nicko replied, swiping his tongue across his dry lips. “One thing is for sure, whoever did this is one of our mobs. One of our own.”

“Of course, who else?” I snarled, flexing my fingers, as the hymn of death loomed inside of me.

The urge to kill the motherfucker who tried to tamper with my goods overwhelmed my whole being.

“What do we do, Bratva?” Nicko asked and I shot him a glare.

“Why are you acting like a rookie? What do you think will happen to a snitch?”

Standing up from my swivel chair, I grabbed my precious silver dagger and my gun.

“Where do we head to, Bratva?” Nicko asked once again, his head hung low in respect.

“To go kill and grill that snitch who tried to mess with me and my clan.”

Stepping out of the office, I made my way to the control room.

“Have you find that bastard?” I asked, once I entered into the control room.

“Not yet.” A slim guy, seated in front of the numerous computers replied, a gum in his mouth.

“How long will it take you, Walter? I need to kill that motherfucker and get my goods back.”

“You should be calm, Nicko. I'm doing my best.” Walter whined and Nicko immediately cleared his throat.

Walter had no idea I was the one speaking to him, he thought it was Nicko.

No wonder he replied rudely, but I was to focus on getting the snitch to even notice his rude remark.

“Walter, the Bratva is here.” Nicko announced and almost immediately, Walter sprang up, turning slowly with a smile on his face and his head hung low.

“I'm sorry, Bratva. Please spare me.” He apologised, knowing fully well that I would spare him.

He was being cocky and pretentious because he knew that he is the best hacker in the whole of Russia.

It took me extra measure to get my hands on him.

“Enough with the pretentious apology and get back to work.” I waved and he immediately returned back to his work, typical fastly against the keyboard.

“Yes, Boss.”

Standing some feet away from Walter, my eyes glued to the screen of the computers, watching as he manoeuvre his way in finding the motherfucker who stole from me.

Seconds turned into minutes and after what seemed like forever, he stopped typing, a slow maniac smile dominating his features. “Gotcha!”

Flexing my fingers and my neck, I spoke up. “It's time to go end the life of some waste of sperm. A son of a bitch.”

“I'm coming along!” Walter jumped to his feet, wanting to tag along, but a glare from me, sent him back to his seat.

“Fine. I will stay in my lane and continue my job.” He muttered.

“Good boy.”

Before leaving the clan, Walter already sent the fucker's location and Nicko was driving as fast as possible to the location.

It was going to take at least ten minutes to get to the location, so I decided to go through my phone, just to see if I had any important messages.

Scrolling down, I saw Ivana's reply to my message.

‘You can go to hell. I would rather look like a fucking plant than to look like an elegant lady, which infact, I'm not.’

A grin tinted with a bit of insanity dominated my features as I continued staring at the message for what seemed like forever.

I had no idea how long I stared at the message, but not until the car halted, did I find out that we were already at the location.

As I alighted from the car, I looked up staring at the building in front of me. “A clubhouse, huh?”

“The bastard wants to sell the goods and fly out of the country.” Nicko said behind me.

“I guess he won't be living Russia, instead, he will be leaving this world.” I smirked. “I can't wait to escort him to the gate of hell.”

With a point-blank expression, I made my way into the clubhouse.

Upon getting inside, it was filled with jobless souls, dancing, drinking and fucking each other like animals.

Manoeuvring my way around the crowded club with my eyes vigilant, I looked for any sign of the bastard who ran away with my goods

Walter sent me a photo of what he looked like, so it was easier to find him. At least, that was what I thought.

For ten fucking minutes, we couldn't find him anywhere in the clubhouse.

Could it be that he ran away or was it the location that is misleading?

“Boss, I can't find him anywhere.” Nicko met me at the same place where we both separated in search of the snitch.

Standing, watching, calculating, my heart thumped faster.

“What do we do now?” Nicko asked, looking around like a predator, waiting for the perfect time to devour his prey.

“Quiet!” I ordered, my brain calculating and working as it should.

“There's an underground warehouse in this club, we need to find the entrance. I'm sure as fuck he is there.” I said, causing Nicko’s brows to arched in surprise.

“How… how do you know about it?” He stuttered.

“I don't think we have the time for that right now.” My voice dropped to a dangerous rumble as I walked to the end of the clubhouse, in search for a door leading to the underground warehouse.

After few minutes of searching, we couldn't find it and just when I was about to return to the main club house, I came across a button by the wall.

It looked so ordinary that no one would ever believe that it wasn't an ordinary button, but the key to the underground warehouse.

“Gotcha.” A slow manical smile found it way to my lips as I pressed the button.

“You've found it.” Nicko was shocked, amusement in his voice.

“Be at alert. I'm sure they are guards at the entrance of the warehouse.” I warned and he immediately took out his gun, ready to pull the trigger at any fucker who tries to stop us.

The wall made a creaking sound and a door instantly formed. Pushing it open, we made our way into the dark warehouse.

“Who are you?” One of the guards asked, arrogantly.

“End him, make it as quiet as possible.” Leaning to the side, I whispered into Nicko's ear and he nodded at once.

“Copy that, Boss.” He smirked and grabbed one of the guards by the neck.

With his left hand on the guard's mouth, muffling his scream and his right hand on his neck, he snapped it.

The guard fell to the ground with a loud thud, and the second guard quickly brought out his gun, ready to shoot at us, but I was faster in throwing my silver dagger at his forehead.

It got stucked in his head and he fell down dead to the ground, covered in the pool of his own blood.

Stepping closer, I pulled my dagger from his forehead, took a napkin from my pocket and wiped the dagger clean.

“My baby hate the stench of blood.” I said, my calm voice contradicting my expression.

I was too calm for someone in the den of gangsters.

Walking with Nicko beside me, we entered fully into the warehouse with over thirty gangsters busy with different activities.

They were having their own club party in the warehouse and once they sighted us, all activities came to an end.

“Who are you?” A huge man, obviously their leader stepped forward, looking down on us like some riffraffs.

I just could wait to plunge my dagger into his eyes and gouge them out.

“Caleb! Motherfucker! Come out!” Nicko shouted, his voice reverberating inside the warehouse.

“Why are you here for Caleb?” Another one of the gangster came forward, his body filled with tattoos like that of a leopard.

“Didn't he tell you?” I cocked my eyebrows, taking slow steps towards them. “That motherfucker stole from me, so it is only wise for me to come for what’s mine.”