Chapter 13

RUSLAN POV

They laughed. They fucking laughed at me like I was the most funniest person on earth.

And I swear to God, the urge. The sudden will to gouge out all their eyes and grilled it for Viking, my dog to eat, overwhelmed me. Overpowered me.

My hands began to ache, itch and my demons wanted to consume blood. I was barely keeping them at bay.

“Did I say something funny?” Annoyance wormed it's way into my chest.

“What did Caleb took from you? Just a few arsenal? Are you kidding me?” The leader stepped forward, towering over me like a giant.

He should know by now that things doesn't work well because because he is a giant.

David fucking took Goliath down with just a stone, but me?

I’ll be taking him and every motherfucking gangsters in that warehouse with my silver dagger.

“Aren't you supposed to be a generous Bratva? Losing a few arsenal won't be the end of you or your clan, hell, it doesn't take a cent from you.”

“But that doesn't warrant he could steal from me. As a Bratva, one thing I learnt is; stealing from me makes you a working dead, that's if I'm lenient enough not to kill the snitch.”

“With just you and your right hand man? Do you think you can take down thirty trained rogue gangsters?” The leader asked, his brows raised as his flexed his huge muscles.

Shit! He has one hell of a huge muscles, but that didn't faze me, not even for a second.

“You underestimated me too much, and it is a disrespect.” I clicked my tongue, swirling my dagger around my fingers. “How do you think I became a Bratva? By being lenient?” A dark chuckle rippled out of my throat.

“I didn't expect that, not after hearing the works you've done in Russia. You're nothing like your father, Igor.” The man snarled and I smirked, enunciating my next words.

“I'm nothing like my father. Exactly!” I snapped my finger at him in affirmation before darting my tongue out to lick my dry lips. “If it were my father, Igor, he would be so lenient to let him go. But I'm not Igor…. I'm Ruslan Fucking Orlov.”

“Enough with the introduction. It is getting to heated to listen.” The leader waved me off with a smile on his face before signalling his gangsters to come forward. “Boys, kill them and send their bodies back to Vipers Clan.” He ordered.

“I can't wait to see the reaction of other clans when they hear of your death and that of your right hand man.”

“We will see about that.” I stayed back, nearly shrouded by the darkness in the corner of the warehouse.

“Nicko, do not spare any of them, if you don't want your head in your hands by the end of this fight.”

“Yes, Boss!” Nicko replied and took out his own dagger with the name of our clan engraved in it.

The daggers stands as our initials. It's the only thing that differentiate is from other clans.

All at once, the gangsters lurched at us, growling and roaring like some wide animals.

As the first gangster lurched at me, I swirled my dagger so fast, that it moved with the speed of lightening, gouging out the eyes of the first gangster.

He fell to the ground with a loud cry, holding his bloody eyes in his hand. Shrieking and wailing in pain.

The second and third came at once, but with just one gunshot, I killed the two gangsters all at once.

“This doesn't feel like a fight.” I huffed and clicked my tongue afterwards, swirling my dagger with the speed of lightening.

The dagger did no justice to any gangster at it kept lodging and embedding in different parts of their bodies.

In less than ten minutes, all thirty of the gangsters were on the ground. Some dead, other holding one part of their bodies, wailing and crying in pains.

Once I was done with them, I shifted my gaze to their leader, whose feature was once filled with arrogance, switched into fear instantly.

“Why are you backing down even before a fight?” I asked, swirling my dagger as I took slow, dangerous steps towards him. “Only cowards to that. I would have loved to send your body to your clan, too bad you and your gangs are rogues without a clan.” I clicked my tongue in mockery.

“Where is Caleb?” I asked, my sharp tone cut him like a flint.

Killing him goes against my code of conduct, however, inflicting pain on him doesn't.

I love inflicting pain on those who deserves it.

The leader wasn't ready to speak up, so I swirled my dagger at his arm, almost cutting it off.

A shriek rattled out his mouth, as he cried in pain, holding his bleeding arm.

“Should I continue or you are ready to tell me where the fucker is hiding?”

Due to my brisk pace towards the coward of a leader who has no strength to protect his gangsters, but instead sends them to fight, the edge of my coat flapped.

Taking my gun, I pulled the trigger, shooting at his knee, causing him to fall to the ground on his knees.

His left hand clutched unto his bleeding and disabled knee while his right hand continued bleeding profusely.

“I will speak up! Don't kill me!” He screamed, just when I was about disabling his second knee cap.

“He ran away!” He spat, tears filled with red eyes.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my brows arched, while Nicko joined me.

“He works with the Irish mafia, they told him to steal some arsenal from you.”

“And why is that?” I asked, questions careen inside my mind.

Why would the Irish mafia do such?

They have no use of such small amount of arsenal, so what was the main reason?

I couldn't think of any.

“I have no idea. We were just following orders.” He replied, already exhausted as his eyes threatened to shut on its own due to the lost of blood.

“Don't you dare close your eyes, because when you open your eyes next, you'll be at the gates of Hades!” I warned, closing in on him. “Now, tell me whose order you were following.”

Squatting in front of the half dead man, I asked, my voice dropped to a low rumble.

“It was an anonymous request with the payment inside. We were told to pick it at the subway.” He answered, but that wasn't the answer I needed from him.

“So how did you know it was from the mafia?” I asked, needing a better clue.

“Caleb works for them, so he knew about it. He tells the Irish mafia everything that happens in Vipers Clan and is also one of the gangsters under me before.”

Once I got what I needed from him, I raised my gun and pulled the trigger, ending his miserable life.

As I said earlier, killing him wasn't part of my code of conduct, but I was helping him end his miserable life, because he wasn't going to survive the night in the warehouse, since he was already disabled by me.

“Let's go.” I turned around and walked out of the underground warehouse, leaving the club at once.

The Irish mafia were playing with fire, and one thing about fire….. it always burns.

“To the clan.” I ordered and Nicko started the car at once, driving out of the clubhouse.

…….

Getting back in the clan, I alighted from the car and made my way into the mansion, ready to freshen up and begin my research on why the Irish mafia clan are up against us.

As I took a turn towards the hallway leading to my room, I came across Ivana.

She flinched in fear upon seeing me, but the fear slowly turned into something else.

Her eyes were glued to my bloody clothes and it became hard for her to breathe.

A smirk crawled it way to my lips as I stepped closer, enjoying every bit of it.

“St …stay away!” She warned, throwing her hand over her mouth.

“And if I don't?” I bend backwards, close enough that our breath mingle together.

“I…I..” she gagged, trying so hard to suppress the urge to throw up.

“That reminds me…” I clicked my tongue, taking a step backwards. “What was that fucking message about? What did I tell you about obedience?”

She said nothing with her hand against her mouth and her breathing ragged.

“Lara will take you out for some shopping. Make sure to get rid of those fucking flower dresses of yours.” I warned. “Understood?”

She nodded her head and immediately took to her heels, running to the closest restroom.