Afanas POV:
Blood sprayed across my fists. I relished in the way my rings cut into his flesh.
I tipped his hair back, his broken face was covered with blood.
"Evan, you underestimate your family," I said slowly.
His bruised eyes closed and I watched in humor as a tear slipped down his face. It mixes with blood and a pink streak lined his face.
Men don't cry.
"Afanas, I don't know what h-happened..." He chocked.
I pulled a blade from pocket and and angled it into his throat. My friend Slayer who was helping with the interrogation pushed his chair back further.
I dug the knife into his neck as it cut through and he began choking on the blood that spilled down his throat.
I shook my head, "How do you not know what happened to 150 kilos of cocaine?" I dug the blade further into his flesh. "Huh? You were the only one guarding the north bay."
"I, uh." He winced and choked. "They came so f-fast. The Italians were in the harbor and I...I didn't know what t-to do."
He coughed and a spray of blood erupted from his throat.
"I pulled my gun." He gurgled. "But there were too many."
I opened my mouth to reply when the door flew open.
Sinister walked in.
He had been my best friend since we were children growing up in Russia. He was the first in command of the Russian mafia and I was the second in command.
We were more than brothers.
He looked bothered. He nodded his head to me to talk to him.
I motioned for Slayer to continue the interrogation as I met sinister in the hall.
"You're acquainted with the girl I bought in the auction, correct?"
"Calla?
He nodded.
Yeah. I knew her. The runner. The Russian.
"She's in the meeting room, take care of it," He spoke sharply. The way his eyes shadowed over made me think something went wrong.
"Chto sluchilos..?"/"What happened?"/
He shook his head furiously. "I don't fucking know. Just..fuck. Take care of the problem."
I cocked my head to to the side, "Do you want me to put her with the other whores?"
"Nyet," He said quickly, too quickly. /"No"/
I frowned at him but make sure not to question his authority. Sinister maybe like a brother to me but I knew better than to mess with him in times of stress.
I turned on my heels and made my way down the halls until I came to the meeting room.
The door was opened a crack and lights were off.
Suspicion trailed my mind and I pulled a gun from my jacket.
I held it by my side as I cautiously made my way into the room.
There wasn't anything inside that I could see.
Sinister's chair was unmanned and I frowned as I saw the faded stain of blood to the side of the chair.
Caution flooded my mind.
Suddenly a shadow came into view and I was attacked.
Attacked was overstatement.
I was jumped on.
My gun clattered to the floor as I was jumped on.
My reflexes kicked in a second too late and I fell to the floor with the body of Calla throwing punches at me.
Tears poured down her face and she was screaming Russian at me.
"Chertov d'yavol! Pochemu ty grebeanyy privel menya syuda! Pochemu ty ne ubil menya!!" /"You fucking devil! Why did you bring me here?! Why didn't you just kill me!1"/
Her voice screeched through the halls and I ducked a punch she threw at me.
I swung myself around and her light body flew off of me, her eyes were scared, trails of tears were flowing down her face.
She ran at me again, screaming slurred Russian that even I couldn't understand.
Her small fists flew at me and I played defense. Sinister would kill me if he knew I had damaged his goods.
But this crazy bitch was getting on my nerves.
I swung at her fast but not hard enough to cause damage. But she surprisingly ducked it.
If I wasn't so fucking confused, I might actually be impressed.
She threw her tiny body at me again and I had never felt more confused. If this girl wasn't sinister's property and not a virgin, I might have been actually tempted to fuck her. I don't know why her psychotic ass was turning me on.
I saw her eyes glancing at the gun by my side and I decided to put an end to this before she decided she wanted to try to shoot me, just as she lunged for the gun, I grabbed her by the hips and threw her to the floor.
The second she made another attempt to get up, I jumped on top of her, pinning her puny fists into the cement.
I heard her knuckles crack and I saw her fingers bleeding from the impact on the floor but she didn't even seem to notice. Her eyes were bleeding tears.
I pinned both her arms down with one hand and pulled a blade from my pocket.
"Calla, calm the fuck down." I pressed the blade to her throat but that didn't seem to snap her back to reality.
"Afanas!" I heard my men yell and I glanced to the door way to see my men watching, their guns were drawn, awaiting to see if I needed backup.
"Go. I have this under control."
I glanced back to Calla, she was still crying and it fucking sucked.
I didn't know how to get this bitch to snap back to reality.
I considered kissing her but the idea left my mind the second I saw sinister standing next to us.
But Calla didn't notice and she fucked herself ten times over the second she uttered a statement in Russian next ti sinister.
"On grebanyy ubil yeye, i yego moya vina..." /"He fucking killed her and it's my fault"/
Her eyes fluttered shut and I felt her body go limp under me, I glanced at sinister.
His head cocked to the side, his eyes stared at her sleeping body.
He was evaluating.
He spoke minutes later.
"She is Russian, da?"
I nodded my head.
He paused and then nodded his head, "Then many things need to be resolved. Get off her."
I didn't hesitate. You don't refuse this man.
I lifted myself off her and watched as Sinister scooped her up into his arms.
He shook his head as he looked at her, "I need a joint." He began walking out and spoke once more.
"I shot her whore friend and it was something that needed to happened."
I didn't question his statement. You don't question sinister.
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