Adrian

Adrian

I push out from the curb, the cold night air, hitting my skin. My bike engine revs as I drive through the darkness. The street is empty and there is no soul around.

The world is quiet and it feels like I'm the only one awake. I'm not. A lot of things are going on even in the darkness. Dark things.

I pull into a street and I soon arrive in front of a house.

An old detached house that looks abandoned.

I climb off my bike, pull off my helmet, and go straight into the house.

“Where is Igor?” I ask, stopping in front of a huge man. I've met him only a few times before and he never hides the distaste he has towards me.

“Inside. You're late.” He says in a rough Russian accent and I scoff.

I was asleep when I got a call asking me to come to the house. It was fucking 1 am when I got a call from Igor, asking me to come over immediately.

I ignore him and instead walk inside the house.

The outside may look abandoned and old, but the inside isn't. In fact, everything is just a facade to hide all the dirty dealings.

“You called me.” I storm into a room and a man is seated on a chair, with a naked lady whose hands are tied backward in between his legs, sucking his dick.

“Yes, sit.” Igor points at a chair in front of him. I frown in disgust. Does he expect me to talk to him with a woman blowing him?

What a twisted man! I scoff inwardly and force myself to sit. Ignoring the gagging sounds from the woman.

“What do you want?” I go straight to the point, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

Igor is a sturdy built man, he's over fifty and runs an organization.

I have no idea what he does and I don't give two flying fucks about it. From the rumors I heard, he sells and trafficks women and children.

I'm not a part of that, I only help him carry out a few operations and get paid.

“Here.” He throws an envelope at me and I catch it just in time.

My brows furrows going through the pictures in the envelopes.

I'm distracted by the woman moaning as Igor comes in her mouth. She swallows up his cum like the slut she is and he finally pulls out of her mouth.

“Leave.” His voice is stern and authoritative. The lady stands and walks, her hands still tied.

“What is this? I hope it's not what I'm thinking?” I hiss in annoyance. This man is sending me on a suicide mission and he knows it.

That's utterly impossible.

“It's exactly what you're thinking Adrian. Get the job done.” He states, not a single emotion crossing his face.

“This is the same thing as asking me to kill myself. Nobody can get to this man.” I've heard rumors about him.

Nikolai Rostov. The most ruthless man in the whole of Russia. Каратель ( The punisher ) That’s what they call him and I know that he shouldn’t be dwelt with.

He's a part of the Bratva and is one of the most important members, there’s no way I will be able to get close enough to kill him.

“I trust your capabilities, Adrian. You're my sniper. The smartest and the job is going to be a lot easier than you think.” He smirks and motions at the envelope.

“Look inside.” I look inside and find an address.

“A wedding is being held at the church tomorrow. Nikolai will be there. Kill him.” He instructs his voice hard.

The operations I carried out for Igor were killing people. You can call me the best sniper there is because I am. I've never missed a shot.

“I don't know,” I mumble, creasing my brows.

I'm not scared of Nikolai but it's better to avoid his path or the Bratva. I hate unnecessary trouble and stay away from it.

Nikolai Rostov is trouble.

“Are you backing down now? Don’t tell me you’re being a pussy because of the bastard.” Igor hisses, picking up a cigarette from a table beside him and he lights it up.

“I’m not scared Igor.” I grit my teeth.

“Then do it!” He snaps, but I remain unblinking. I’m not scared of the fucker Nikolai.

But I’m done with the Bratva, whatever I had with them died years ago.

Igor is not part of the Bratva and the people I’ve killed for him in the past were not part of the Bratva. Just men who crossed his path.

“I’ll pay you. Better than the others.” He offers.

Yeah, he should. I’m fucking going to charge him. A lot.

“That can’t change my mind.” I glare at him.

“We both know you need the money, Adrian. I trust your skills. Don’t be a coward.” I know what he’s trying to do. To egg me on, and it’s working. I’m not a coward and I need the money.

“You’ll deposit half of the payment!” I announce standing up to my feet.

“Sure. I’ll send something to your account.” I don’t bother negotiating with Igor. He knows exactly how to make payments and he does it well.

“Do that in thirty minutes,” I announce, making my way to the door.

“The wedding is tomorrow.”

I don’t reply to him and open the door instead. I need to get drunk, that will boost my adrenaline.

“Don’t miss. I want Nikolai dead.”

“I never miss,” I smirk at Igor and walk out. I step out of the house and his stupid guard is still there. I totally ignore him and walk to my bike, hopping on it. But I can still feel his gaze on me. One day, I’ll definitely blow his head off. But now, there’s someone’s brain I need to spill. Nikolai Rostov. The fucking punisher.

I never miss a shot and never will. Tomorrow, Nikolai will die by my gun and I’ll make sure of it.