Chapter Three: Rurik
The sun was just about to go down when I heard the footsteps in the hallway start to diminish, and everyone was turning in for the night. I wondered when Mr. Andreyev was going to check in, because he always liked to stay informed when it came to his men carrying out his missions, but it was nice to get away from the chaos for a little while. I was tired, groggy, trying to get my bearings so I could make my way down the hallway, enter Mr. Belov’s room, and hack him to pieces. I peered out of the window in my room, watching darkness envelope the entire city, and just then my cell phone began to buzz.
“Hello?”
“Rurik, I’ve been told to check in on you. Is Mr. Belov dead yet?”
“I have yet to get the information we need. As requested, it’s more than the money, right, Anton?” I asked, reassuring the man that had been Mr. Andreyev’s right hand from the time I got myself into this mess in the first place.
“You’re expected back here after you’ve gotten what we need, and the footage to prove that everything went according to plan. After that, Mr. Andreyev has given you the night off to spend it how, or with whom you please,” he said, and I scoffed, wondering where I was going to end up when this was all over.
“I’ll see you soon,” I said, hanging up the phone, and switching it off so I wouldn’t be distracted by it the moment I got anywhere near Mr. Belov. I wondered if the man he’d seen last night would be present again, and if that were the case then my job was cut out for me, because I would be taking down two people for the price of one. I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling a single bead of sweat trickle down the back of my neck while I grabbed the bag with the butcher’s knife, filming equipment, and rope to make sure that Mr. Belov wasn’t going to escape before I had the chance to get the job done. I made my way out into the open air, walking to his door, making sure that the coast was clear.
There was not a single person in sight, and I watched from a distance as he stepped out for a moment to smoke, while he glanced around like he was waiting for someone to arrive. It was either that or he could sense that someone was watching him, but I made sure to stay out of sight, because I knew he would run the moment he laid eyes on me. I tucked the front of my ball cap down to cover my eyes, waiting for him to approach the door to his room, while I rushed him, getting inside with him before he had the chance to shut me out.
“Mr. Belov, I hope you remember me. I’m a friend of the man you fucked over and it looks to me that you never repaid your debt,” I said, sounding as cold as ever, and I could already see the fear in his eyes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Mr. Belov. You and I both know that the time to pay up has long past. I know you had a little meeting earlier, and something tells me that he left behind a considerable amount of cash. I will be taking that with me,” I said, reaching into the bag slowly, pulling out the butcher knife as I waved it around aimlessly at him to let him know he wasn’t walking out of here alive.
“Please, I need more time. I need that money right now, but I will make sure that he’s paid back in full!” he tried to plead, but I wasn’t having any of it. I inched closer to him, pointing to the bed frame with the knife in my hand.
“Get over there, put your arms above your head, and shut the fuck up,” I said, and he obeyed, knowing that he had no other choice. I tied him to the frame, making sure that the rope was taut, and that nothing would cause it to break loose. I set up the small camera, catching every bit of my crime on film so that Mr. Andreyev would be able to verify that I carried out everything according to plan. I stuffed a sock into his mouth, as I began hacking away at him, the blood splattering in my face, and it wasn’t long before I left quite the mess behind.
I cleaned up every inch that indicated I was there, wiping the bottom of my shoes, and washing up before heading back to my room to make sure I gathered everything before I headed out. I still had blood on my collar as I drove back to the Andreyev Mansion, feeling the wave of exhaustion wash over me, but I couldn’t wait to put the thought of Mr. Andreyev out of my mind for a little while. It was these moments of celebration that I looked forward to, because I got to blow off some steam, but I also had a few uninterrupted moments where I could adequately plot my revenge.
I returned to the mansion to do the final check-in before I would be off getting wasted somewhere for the night, hoping I’d run into someone that would want to help me take the edge off. I entered through the front door to see Anton standing there with a drink comfortably in his hand while he turned around to look at me.
“It’s about time you returned. I take it everything went according to plan?” asked Anton, searching my expression for any sign of remorse, because that was exactly the kind of thing that he would report back to Mr. Andreyev. He was trying to create soldiers, men who had nothing left to live for apart from keeping themselves alive, and they would do anything to keep going just a few moments longer. Anton had been like me once, trying to hold onto any sliver of humanity he had left, only to find that over time, none of that mattered anymore. I wondered if there would be any hope for him, or any hope for either of us, the more we got involved with the darker side of what it’s like living in the mafia and not being in charge. We both had to keep our heads held high, pretend like we enjoyed every minute of it, otherwise we were certainly going to crumble under the pressure.
“Everything was carried out just as requested, and there will be quite the scene to find come morning. Is there anything else that I’m needed for right now, or can I head out for the evening?” I asked, hoping that he would dismiss me so I could head to the nearest bar, get myself a drink, and not have to think about any of this for a little while. The Andreyev Family had stripped me of my self-worth, taken away the opportunity for me to build a better life for myself, and I knew that was going to have to change eventually. I truly wondered how long I could keep living like that before I undoubtedly crumbled, watching everything I’d come to know disappear into thin air, leaving me to rebuild with nothing to my name.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Volkov. He’s going to want to meet with you to discuss the details, and you will be compensated for a job well done, but I’m sure you can find a bit of pleasure knowing you have the rest of the night to yourself. I have to be up early, because I’m meeting with a wonderful young lady that I’ve come to know, and I have to be on my best behavior,” said Anton, and I truly couldn’t understand how anyone would be remotely interested in a man like him. He seemed to be completely devoid of feeling, and I wondered if that was why it was so difficult for us to keep up our conversations like we used to. When I was first brought in to repay my debt, Anton was like anyone else, just trying to stay alive, but he got sucked into Mr. Andreyev’s games, and he ended up liking it all more than he’d ever admit. I used to be able to get through to him, and we used to talk about the days where we’d finally be able to leave this place behind, but that was long gone now. I wondered if the woman he’d been seeing would ever bring out the good in him again, because if he was ever reminded of what he’d lost, he may be more inclined to remember that one day we were all going to get out of here.
Mr. Andreyev could only keep us here by force for so long, and I couldn’t wait for the day where I knew there would be no turning back, that I would face Mr. Andreyev and make sure he paid for what he’d done. I knew that I had to be careful, that I couldn’t do anything too rash right about now because there were too many eyes on me. I had to reach Anton’s level of trust with Mr. Andreyev before I could even think about getting out of this place for good, but I worried that if I were to get there, I would lose myself completely, unable to see any point in making an escape. That was exactly what happened to Anton, and I had to promise myself that no matter how difficult things got, I wouldn’t let that happen to me. I had to find something worth living for, I had to stop going through the motions numb, find a way to get out of here for good, because I knew quite well that I’d already paid my dues, and Mr. Andreyev was manipulating us to stick around for the fear that he would kill us if we left.
I was sick of being monitored, of being under watchful eye when all I’d ever done since arriving here was follow the rules. I didn’t have the chance to sneak away just yet, but I knew that the moment I did, the moment I was sure that Mr. Andreyev and his men wouldn’t come looking for me right away, I could disappear for a little while to figure out how I was going to fend them off permanently.That day isn’t today. Right now, you just have to keep everyone around you happy, because you know what they do when a job goes wrong.I thought.
It feltincredible to get out of the house for a little while, and I needed to blow off some steam in the best way I knew how. I was sitting at the bar, eyeing the woman who sat with her legs crossed, toying with her martini glass while she shot me a look that told me she was thinking exactly what I had been thinking. She smiled at me, tilted her head for me to get a bit closer, and I couldn’t quite help myself. Every bone in my body was telling me that I needed to release the tension that was building up inside of me, that I wanted to fuck someone relentlessly so I could forget my troubles for a little while. I sat next to her, ordering us both another round of drinks while she began to talk my ear off about how she always wanted to get in bed with a dangerous man.
“What makes you think I’m dangerous?” I asked, winking at her while I took a sip of my whiskey.
“I can smell it on you. From the time you entered, all eyes were on you. I’ve heard stories about men like you waltzing in here for a drink after a night of pure business, or have I got it all wrong? If I’m not mistaken, there’s a little blood on your collar,” she said, and it was clear that all that did was entice her further. She was curious about me, but I didn’t care what thoughts had been swimming around inside her mind. I wanted to pull her away, hike that dress up, and slip inside of her. My mind drifted off to what that would be like, and I placed my glass down on the wooden bar, turning my attention to her so I could feel out whether she had the very same thing on her mind after all.
“It seems like you’re intrigued. I would’ve thought that a woman like you would be scared of something like that,” I teased.
“I’m not scared of anything, darling,” she said, tying the cherry stem with her tongue.
“What would you say if I had something a little more fun on my mind than just sitting here getting progressively drunker?”
“I’d say I’m all in,” she said, and it was that simple. I outstretched my hand, while she placed hers into mine, and it was probably the last gentlemanly thing I was going to do for the rest of the evening.
I locked us both in the men’s bathroom, knowing there was going to be a lot less traffic trailing in and around there. I leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her lips, turning her around so that her back was facing me, while I pushed her up against the bathroom door. She moaned softly at how fast my hands had been traveling down her body. I hiked up her skirt, revealing her plump ass and black lace thong. I slapped it hard, grabbing it tight, while I bent her over.
“Keep it quiet, we don’t want anyone barging in here,” I commanded, and she nodded. I reached my hand around her neck while I unbuckled my belt, sliding my dick out of my pants, pulling her panties to the side so I could guide it inside her wet pussy. I was rock hard, holding her by the hips while I rammed my dick inside of her. Her moans grew loud, and they began to echo through the bathroom, making it quite clear to anyone passing by what was happening behind this closed door. I didn’t care, as I held her steady, feeling my balls slap up against her while I drove deeper, grabbing a chunk of her hair pulling her back while the straps of her dress fell off of her shoulders. I reached around, grabbing at her breasts, my dick sliding in and out of her pussy. The tip of my dick slid against her clit, teasing her before I reentered, and I could feel it begin to swell.
“I thought I told you to keep quiet,” I said, firmly, placing a hand over mouth to muffle the screams of pleasure that was erupting through her. I drove my dick inside of her harder, faster, until her legs were shaking and it was hard to keep herself upright. I turned her around, lifting her legs around my torso, as I pressed her back up against the door, slipping my dick back inside while I caught a glimpse of her flushed skin and smudged makeup. She smiled at me, biting down on her lip right as I thrusted deep inside of her, feeling her wetness trickle down my leg. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, struggling to hold onto the door with the base of each of her palms, while I held her legs tight around me, ramming my dick deep inside of her until the entire door was shaking.
