My personal torture room.
Kiril was right in the middle, his eyes wide with fear as he braced for a fight. Cracking my neck from side to side, I toed off my shoes and ripped off my T-shirt, leaving me standing only in pants with my hair in a bun. He was the same height as me and muscled too, so by no means was I taking advantage of the weaker one. “Rules are simple, Kiril. If you can best me in the fight, you get to live.”
He gulped, saying, “Pakhan—”
“Save it,” I barked. With that, Yuri gave the command to start the match. He stepped forward, trying to deliver a hit, but I pushed back. He again threw a fist right at my face, but I bent my head and instead delivered a blow to his stomach, making him groan in pain. Another blow to his face, while he grabbed his nose and whined. Tsking with my tongue, I mocked. “I thought you were stronger, Kiril.” I spun around, kicking him painfully in his back, so he fell to his knees, breathing heavily.
“Stop,” he begged, but I didn't. Fisting his hair, I motioned for Vitya to give me the chair, and he quickly placed it right under the fucker as I pulled him up painfully. The rope wrapped around his middle, while my fingers explored the knife I’d like to use on him.
Spear point. Perfect.
I spun around him once, and then dug it into his arm while he cried out.
Spun again, this time aiming for his back.
Spun again, this time reaching his stomach. I kept on repeating the action over and over again, hurting different parts of his body in the process, while his cries and begging were music to my ears as my men stood with complete indifference on their faces. Only Michael’s turned green, but he didn't move his gaze from it.
Blood poured from all the wounds, dripping slowly to the floor while he weakened with each minute. With a hammer in my hands, I hit where it would hurt the most.
Right into his dick.
The howl of pain was almost deafening, as the pubic bone broke, his heartbeat escalating, his lungs struggling to breathe.
And finally, Vitya handed me the scissors, while I fucking cut off his dick. Kiril had no strength left to react, completely exhausted from the amount of the pain I delivered.
“I’m the fucking pakhan of the Bratva. In my Bratva, no one, fuckingno one, rapes anyone. Be it a whore, virgin, or a girlfriend. If someone says no to you, fucking listen and walk away.” While I proclaimed those words, my eyes scanned each member so they’d know the power behind those words. They shifted uncomfortably, scrutinized by my gaze. “And you, Kiril, failed. This is not even punishment enough.” Pointing my gun at his dick, I fired once as his body jerked, and then right between his brows, giving the fatal shot he’d never survive.
“Misha.” The cleaner showed up at once, his gloved hands already measuring the damage and estimating time.
I didn't even bother to wait for it. Instead, I darted to the sink, washed my hands, put on the extra shirt Vitya had ready for me, and went to the bar to get shitfaced.
No matter how much I killed or laid down the law, there would always be people hurting the unwilling, and those unwilling would always wonder.
Was it their fault?
Suck it like a good boy.
Pretty, so pretty. Wrap those lush lips around my cock, pet.
What a round ass.
The onslaught of memories was just too much for me to handle, and I needed my Rosa.
But the dirt of Kiril couldn't touch her, so the oblivion of booze would have to do.
Rosa
Reading Sapphire’s latest book on my Kindle wasn't exactly how I planned for this evening to go, but Konstanciya and Michael had shit to handle. Then Kostya gave me a call and forbade me to come to the bar, because the boys would get rowdy.
However, their rather suspicious voices got me thinking they were hiding something from me. Frustrated, I threw the Kindle on the chair. I couldn’t concentrate worth shit, and I was about to call Dominic when the apartment door burst open with my man leaning heavily on Vitya’s shoulder. My heart froze in fear, and then galloped against my ribcage. “Oh, my God, was he shot?” I shouted, darting toward them as Vitya shook his head.
“He’s just drunk.”
Fear turned into anger real quick. “He is freaking what?”
“He had some shit to handle. Don’t worry, he’ll sleep it off, and everything is going to be fine.” Vitya sniffed Dom and the winced. “Let me lay him down on the couch. He stinks.” Once it was done, he left us as I blinked like a fool.
We had a fight in the morning. He didn't call me the whole day and then shows up drunk? What could possibly have happened?
