Nikolai POV.
I hate leaving Elle when she needs me, I know she’s just having a bad day, but I couldn’t stay here and hold her, although I wanted to, I couldn’t I had to leave, I had to get to work, things are going badly yet again, it’s not my choice really, I’m more forced to do so.
I know she’s having a special relation with Paul during her stay I could see that, first I was kind of angry at them but then I found out, it’s more of a brother and sister relation, Paul only wants her to be safe, he wants to be her friend, and protector.
Elle got her own charm, she could get anyone to care for her, to be worried about her, to want to be there for her, for a minute you’d think that girl is using black magic to get everyone in the house to like her, everyone except Angelo, but the jerk doesn’t even like himself to love someone else.
It was afternoon when I received a message from Paul, he’s telling me that he wants to take Elle out, I wanted to say no to that, but then Paul sent another message saying, saying she’s feeling low, it’s better he takes her out and try to talk things with her, I still wanted to say no. But we had an update on the pure bloods, I need to follow the said lead, that might take me some time, I might not be back home today at all, better have her out with Paul than being all depressed alone at home. I know how depression works, when you see the greenness of the grass, when you see how happy everyone else is, how they all are moving on with their lives, but you are stuck under that one moment, that you can’t stop overthinking, stop feeling sad, and get out and be happy. It’s same as telling an Asthma patient, look here’s air, why don’t you breathe it? We simply can’t the pain, the sadness would crush you under their weight, until there’s nothing of you left.
But for now I had work to do, I can’t go down and be sad, work is calling, the new lead wasn’t easy to find, we found their money, not the source, but we have one idea about where their money is coming from, they are very clever with their money, using different accounts, under different alias names, hiding away their true identity. It’s not like we don’t do the same, our money comes from a maze too, we pay a very high maintenance fees (Unlike Mark Zuckerberg, my IG is still down, had to throw it in) to keep it up and working, to keep us a secret. But the same ghost hacker who does our numbers could help us find theirs, it took him way too long to find them, like I said they are smart, but we are smarter, and when I have something in mind I do reach it.
Today out ghost hacker have found us a name, a name that’s all we needed, that’s was a lead, find where the money comes from and you’ll find who’s behind all of this, I don’t aim for the soldiers, I aim for the queen, I’m playing the long game here, and I do plan on winning no matter what. The name he gave us wasn’t a name of a local, someone out of town was responsible for this? It didn’t make much sense, but knowing whoever is behind this is trying his best to be away, to keep himself out of all kind of spotlights, a smart move, I was now sure, we are dealing with no beginner, this is a good plan, with a big brain behind it, but whom would it be?
We drove over to this person place, we didn’t care about the hour, we didn’t care about being invited or expected, this isn’t a social visit, we’re here for work, not the pretty kind of work, it’s dirty work, the one you don’t want to talk about.
We got in our car, this whole mission is on the secret part, I don’t know if there’s any other mole in our lines, it’s just us, my close circle the people I trust, including me, Marco and few of our best most trusted men. The drive there was filled with tension, everyone knew where we going and what we are going to do, the states are high here.
We made it to the house, it’s a normal looking house, only one car parked outside, no sign of a dog or any other pets, which was a good sign, I gave my guys the go, we checked the perimeter first, there’s no sign of any weird movement around here. I was the first one to get to the door, I knocked on the door, and waited for him to open the door, he opened the door and looked at me with confusion.
“Yes?” the guy asks, trying to close the door but I wasn’t letting it go, I had my foot in the doorway to keep it open.
“I think we have some talking to do” I say with a smile, one that people say I look like a psychopath with it.
“You should leave” he says trying to close the door but I had my foot in the way, I pushed him inside, opening the door and getting in along with my men. He ran away trying to get his phone, to call his employee or maybe the police, but they’ll both do him no good, not with us involved.
“Get him” I say seeing my guys run after him, they got him back in no time with a phone in one hand and a gun in another one, they took both things out of his hand and handed them to me.
“Now we are going to have our talk” I say with the same smile, I pointed for my men to close the windows, this is just some a friendly visit after all, all the windows were closed, the blinds were closed, our host was now tied to one of his own kitchen chair, being gagged by a pair of his own socks. I leaned back against the table looking at him, it’s now time to have our talk, I waited for Marco to give him our visiting gift, a nice hit on the face, leaving his cheeks rosy red, perfect.
“Now let me introduce myself, the name is Nikolai, I’m the person you’ve messed with, and let me tell you that was the worse decision you’ve ever made” I say getting up and looking at him.
“We can make this easy, tell me who you work with, or I’ll make you” I say giving him a second before taking the makeshift gag out of his mouth.
“Burn in hell you Russian bastard” he says in Italian, well this is going to be fun to deal with.
“Let’s find a place more private for us to talk” I say to Marco, this isn’t going to work here, we need a better place.
I’m not proud of things I do, sometimes work takes us to dark places, but sometimes the darkness wins, sometimes it’s even worse than depression, depression comes from within, sometimes, we don’t have any control over it. But tonight I gave in to darkness, tonight I’m the one who went to the dark side, there’s this way to get anyone to talk, whether they want to or not. He spit in my face, he cursed me, he refused to talk, but that only got on my dark side, that got my demons out, that got me thirsty for blood his blood. A funny way to get someone to talk, or just die a very painful, slow death is the million cut, you leave a million small cut on the body, get the body to blead real slow, the pain was indescribable, his screams were the biggest clue. He blead slowly, it took him almost all night, until there was no more blood in his body, he died, that’s how, I didn’t get a name, but I got my revenge but to what price.