107.
Third Person POV.
The sounds of glass shattering reverberated around the room Anton was in and a wail escaped his lips.
It wasn’t a wail of pain but rather frustration.
Two months or more had passed and Peter hadn’t brought their bride home.
He was a fucking pussy! Anton growled under his breath.
They sent Peter on a mission and he thought he would escape them, he was done for.
Anton swore under his harsh breath that Peter would regret his actions.
No one had ever escaped from the clutches of the mafia twins. So Peter was a fool if he thought it was possible to run from them.
Anton was vibrating, seething in anger as he put the room in disarray, throwing things across the wall.
Blood filled his vision, and marred his rational thoughts because…the Red Kings had hurt his brother.
Yesterday in the club there had been a crossfire.
The Red Kings believed the twins had gotten Vera and hid her because their hunting for her was fruitless. In retaliation, they stormed the twins club themselves and struck.
No, this had exceeded sending their bykis. Now it was a matter of face to face confrontation.
The words on their lips were for the Sokolov twins to release Vera wherever they did the girl.
The Red Kings now wanted to possess everything since the twins refused to relent. The East Coast they once offered the twins, they took it back yesterday, launching about hundred armed bykis there. And now, they wanted the girl too.
Somehow, words got out that Vera had gotten possession of the vast territories.
And you know, that paper that proved the ownership was what the mafias wanted.
So, last night when the twins guards were down, when they were busy fucking several pussies, drinking alcohol, and letting women feed on their dicks, the Red kings stormed in and fire broke out.
That was when Alexi sustained a leg injury.
Standing behind Anton, the doctor shivered, wanting the ground to open and swallow him.
It was hard standing before the raging mafia, Anton.
Suddenly, the doctor blamed himself for not lying to the mafia about his brother’s condition. He shouldn’t have aired the bad news.
The doctor’s body shrunk with goosebumps as Anton turned to face him. The air around him was cold. Scary to the nth degree.
Anton stalked forward, fisting the doctor’s shirt collar as he snarled before him.
“Are you fucking telling me, my brother won’t walk with his two legs again?” He asked with a cold voice.
Shakily, the scared doctor nodded, and almost peed on his pants.
Dear lord heavens, save me, the doctor prayed inwardly.
Anton lifted him up higher, pressing the man’s body against the wall.
“And you have the fucking mouth to say that to me, doc?” He snarled again, voice gravelly.
“Forgive my misdeeds, boss. It won’t happen again.” He pled, praying to whatever being up there to save his ass.
On a whim, Anton pulled back, releasing his hold on the doctor.
The man fell with a thud on the floor, whimpering and clutching his belly.
Fear could kill, he muttered.
On hearing Anton’s voice, he rushed to his feet again.
“Do whatever humanly possible to make sure my brother walks with his legs again.”
The doctor nodded. He’d do anything possible to flee from Anton’s presence.
The Sokolov twins were both scary. But Anton’s was worse.
No one could hold his gaze unless the person had a death wish, which of course, the doctor didn’t, so he lowered his head, receiving the instructions Anton spilled.
“Get out!” Anton ordered and the doctor ran with his tail between his legs.
Oh, he muttered on his way out.
As soon as the doctor left, Anton wanted to vent and he needed to do that lost in the warm heat of a woman.
He stormed through the hallway until he stopped in the room where their conquest was.
The girl shivered at the sight of him as Anton shut the door behind him.
Closing the distance between them, he ordered her to lie flat on the bed.
She obeyed and lay on the bed, her thighs apart.
Anton glanced at her bare cunt and a growl vibrated from his lips.
Ripping his pants off, he grabbed his cock and sank into her without a preamble.
A painful moan vibrated from her lips as he plundered her.
But she was his sex slave and by now she was used to it.
In the middle of pain-sweet pleasure, she sank her fingers at his back, welcoming Anton’s thrust.
Anton boomed a growl as he flooded her pussy with his jizz.
And like before, he withdrew from her and laid beside her.
“Touch my nipples.” He crooned.
She went on her knees and began flicking his nipples as ordered.
As she did it, Anton went into thought, and in a short time, something came to his mind.
Every other person that went to New York to search for the girl failed, he hummed.
It was about time he went there himself.
Vera,
New York,
Their clan were all that rang through his head.
He wouldn’t fail this time…
At that, he shot to his feet, grabbed his phone and ordered his pilot to be ready.
It was about time New York welcomed him.
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Words failed David when he arrived in the clearing and saw Andrei swimming in his own blood.
His eyes glowed red at the fact that Peter nearly killed his trusted man, Andrei.
Hurrying over, he clutched Andrei up and whispered.
“Stay with me, Andrei!” He barked, begging for Andrei to hold on.
Fuck, he didn’t know where Andrei was shot but he was scared.
He couldn’t loose him.
With a grunt, he pulled Andrei up and forged ahead, locating his car where he had parked it.
David shoved Andrei with caution into the car and walked over to the driver’s side.
As he settled behind the wheel, he brought out his phone and ordered Brown.
“Keep an eye on Vera.”
“Yes, boss,” Brown muttered.
Bringing the engine alive, David swerved his car back into the road, rushing to the nearest hospital.
The nurses all rushed over and they put Andrei on a stretcher, wheeling him to the ER.
Gasps escaped David’s lips, and fear clawed his skin.
What if something happened to Andrei?
What if something to happened to Vera?
David could only wish his nightmares were not on the verge of happening.
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A while later, the doctor permitted David into the ward where Andrei was taken to.
Thankfully, Andrei’s wounds were treated.
Entering there, he saw Andrei’s arm wrapped in a sling, and a gauze ran through his torso.
He managed to chuckle just so he could lighten the mood even though all he felt was bitterness.
“Hurts like a bitch, right?” He cocked a brow at Andrei and he laughed.
“What can I say?” Andrei croaked, taking David in.
David huffed and took a seat beside Andrei.
He looked at his Byki and all he felt was guilt.
Literally, he brought Andrei into this mess and because of him, Andrei had lost his lover and just a few hours ago, he nearly lost his life.
As if sensing the bubble of guilt David was drowning in, Andrei remarked.
“Don’t even think it, David. I chose this life. I chose Helen, I chose Vera. And I chose you too. I’d rather die working by your side than any other thing, I swear it.”
David gnawed his lips, appreciation was all he felt as he looked at Andrei but he couldn’t word it.
Words failed him.
He tilted closer and held Andrei’s hand moments later, then he said. “Thank you, Andrei. For choosing me. For choosing us.”
Andrei nodded.
A moment of silence crept in but what broke it was the nurse that came in to give Andrei an injection.
When she left, Andrei peered at David and said.
“The video was false, actually. I got the information from the spy. Peter only used it to scare you and buy time for escape.”
Hearing that, David swore under his breath.
That bastard, he muttered.
“When I hurried to deal with the pussy, I saw him fleeing in. That was when the shit happened.” He said and gestured to his arm.
“He made a fool outta me. I fucking will make him pay.” David surged to his feet, bubbling in anger.
“I swear it too.” Andrei chimed in, reeling in anger as David.
Then Andrei asked. “The question is, where would be Peter now.”
Both men looked at each other and one thing came to their mind.
Chasing after Vera…
To be continued….