Chapter 62
Dmitri
I rode my cruiser bike carelessly into the steel dark night, spurred by deep fury and the overwhelming urge to shed blood.
I’d not had to battle for control with my demons for some time now, but tonight, they reared up their beastly heads and I wasn’t even scared of yielding to their demands.
Blood. Blood. I smelled it from afar and it called to me.
A great rush of adrenaline surged through my veins as I got closer to the abandoned warehouse. Wails and screams of pain that were like music to my ears echoed in the yard.
My footsteps were noisy and lacked stealth, I just wanted to be done with what Armen and the other men were taking time to finish. Traitors weren’t supposed to live longer than one hour after interrogation so I wondered why they were still beating around the bush with those criminals.
They spared me backward glances when they noticed that I’d joined them; their eyes glimmering with surprise.
“Boss,” Armen regarded me respectfully and gave way for me to come closer to our captives.
Meticulously, I marked them, enjoying the look of horror that was plastered on their faces. The captives were made up of three men and two women kneeling beside each other with their hands tied and raised above their heads.
“Why aren’t they dead yet?” My question came out gruffly.
“They are refusing to tell us what they told Antonio,” He replied.
Fueled by anger, I reached for my favorite kukri knife that was carefully tucked away in my holster and plunged it into the neck of the first man kneeling by my right hand side.
His blood splashed onto the floor and on my black bomber jacket. With my fingers wrapped tightly around his throat, I forced him to stare at me while life slowly seeped out of him.
“Do I need to ask you the same question?” I asked in a deceptively calm tone, fiddling with the bloody tip of my kukri.
They kept quiet, exchanging terrified glances which increased my irritation. Since none of them were talking, I scooted before the next man and ripped off the zipper of his pants with my knife.
He trembled in fear but got a grip on himself almost immediately.
Still looking at him, I said. “As you can see, I’m not in a good mood. Armen should have dealt with this issue, but for some reasons, I’m out for blood and you’re making it so easy for me to get it. You all know how much I hate easy stuff so I’m going to ask once again, what did the Neapolitans say?”
“We can’t say anything,” The lady at the end rasped.
A dry chuckle hummed in my throat and in a swift movement, the kukri delved through the man’s shaft and a scream tore off his lips. He dropped to the ground, writhing in a deep pain that wouldn’t heal.
“You see that? Give him a few hours and he’ll be lying lifeless in the pool of his blood.” I steered toward the young woman who had challenged me and she tried to crawl away.
However, one of my men held her firmly, keeping her from moving away.
“You said you can’t say anything right?” I glared at her menacingly.
She shook her head vehemently, unfortunately, she wasn’t able to hide the trepidation lurking behind her grey orbs. “We took an oath that we’ll never spill no matter how much we are torture and they paid us well. If we leak their secrets, our families will pay for it,”
“Bullshit,” I snarled. “Didn’t you take an oath with us as well? Didn’t it mean anything to you?”
She lowered her head and sniffed. I lifted her chin with the edge of my knife, wearing a smirk.
“Okay, tell me, what is the color of my eyes?” My voice was strangely cool.
“Black,” She replied without hesitation.
I fixed her a cynical smirk and placed the knife against her chest. “It’s so sad that they’ll be the last thing you see,”
The slight parting of her lips and her widely dilated pupils encouraged me to toy with her emotions a little. I reveled in the horror that enveloped her and then I raised my hands to complete what I’d started when I felt a strong grip on my wrist.
I tried shoving it off but it was strong enough to pull me up to my feet. “How dare you?” I thundered in rage, ready to attack whoever was bold enough to interrupt my little party when I realized it was Vladimir.
Disappointment settled within my chest and I stormed off ignoring his requests for me to slow down.
“You don’t hurt women, remember?” He reminded me.
“I’d have stabbed you if you weren’t my brother,” I growled.
He snorted, walking past me. “Then you’ll be left with just one brother,” He retorted, trying to lighten the situation.
“Don’t talk about him,” I warned.
I didn’t want to remember a brother that ran away at the first chance he got just because he didn’t want to take responsibility for our father’s mess.
He raised his in mock surrender. “That’s by the way, but don’t you think you’re doing too much?”
“What do you mean?” I took off my bomber and holster.
Armen would have an easy job getting information from them since I’d already instilled fear in them. I only hoped that they wouldn’t think that their families would be protected if they kept their lips sealed because I was willing to go extra miles to extract the truth from them.
“If you had killed that woman, you’d be far away from getting the information you need,”
“I don’t care,”
“Dmitri!” He called in disbelief.
I climbed my cruiser bike and stepped on the lever then hesitated for a while. “You know, I can understand why you don’t want to get married to Guilia even though you like her,”
“I don’t like her,” He refuted but his tense gait said otherwise.
I ignored his lies. “It’s because getting hurt by the woman you don’t give a fuck about is easier to bear than a woman whom you’ll gladly die for,”
“What if she didn’t do it? Why don’t you send the picture to one of your men to help you investigate?” He suggested.
“Do you think I haven’t done that already?”
When he couldn’t respond, I drove off.