This made me smile, and I slid the knife all the way in and didn’t take it out.
“Do you know what I’m going to keep doing to you?”I asked.“Just between you and me, I happen to love learning.I think education is necessary.I really don’t see why it is uncool to keep learning.You see, I’ve learned how to keep someone alive for months, years, and you can take them apart, piece by piece, remove organs, or the right number of organs, and make them feel everything.I have the means to do so, and I’m sure we can remove a kidney, certainly your appendix, and I will make sure you feel it all.”
I saw him breaking.
Pushing the blade in, I wait and let the reality of the danger he was in start to register.It was always so much easier when they realized they were in hell, or they could be.I liked to think this was not hell but a kind of purgatory they had to escape from.I could send them right to hell.It would be a lot of fun.
“It was the Taylors!Fuck.They have a deal, and they want to wipe out your trade.They said you need to be taken down a peg or two.They’ve got backers as well.”
Hunter was all talk, and I was more than happy to keep listening.
The Vasiliev Bratva was new and upcoming, run by Mikhail Vasiliev Junior.I was aware it started out slow, small laundry businesses that had expanded once the son had taken over.It would make sense for the Taylors to jump in bed with them.
This was not the first time my enemies had attempted to work together.They had tried to remove my father, and that hadn’t worked.They were not going to get rid of me, but I liked to play games.
“When is the next shipment?”I asked.
“Tomorrow night.You won’t win.Mikhail is a mean son of a bitch, and he’s coming for your crown!”
There was another scream, and I held the knife to his throat and slid it across.I felt absolutely nothing as I watched the life ebb out of him.He had spoken too much.
Mikhail Vasiliev was a piece of shit.His father hadn’t been much better.I had beaten his father many times in the fighting ring.The son was ten years my junior, and our paths had not crossed until this point.I’d heard many things about Mikhail Vasiliev.Some of them sounded a little far-fetched.A young man attempting to build up horror stories so people would treat him like the bogeyman.
I left the warehouse and sat in the back of my car.My men didn’t ask questions as I began to type on my cell phone.
I was aware of what Mikhail was doing, and I liked to allow people to show their cards.I’m a businessman, and like the Mafia before him, I liked to see if money could be made.There was far more fun to be had in business deals that didn’t end in bloodshed.Unlike my father, who didn’t believe in business and expansion, I did.
I had beat the shit out of a couple of fighters, and at the end of the night, we were still able to come together to make business deals.It is why there were several more fighting rings that make money above the table, as well as below it.
I’m a level-headed man, but even I can be pushed to my limits, which is why I arrived at one of the bars Mikhail Vasiliev owned.The property was a piece of shit, but I also knew it was a place where they did business, especially with young girls.
Thirty minutes was all it took to wipe out the men guarding the place, destroy the building, and kill the men who were currently fucking the stolen girls.By that time, the cops had arrived, and the girls were safe.
I had just declared war.It was up to Mikhail what happened next.Either remove himself from my turf or take the next step.
I was going to remove the drug problem tomorrow night.I had a set of rules, and they were going to learn to follow them, whether they liked it or not.
