Author Note:
I am sorry for the delay in the chapters. My mother passed away suddenly and it has been a few painful days for me. I couldn't find words to right and in the end took a break from it all.
I hope you can forgive me. I will try updating chapters atleast once a week. Thanks for the support.
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"May his soul rest in everlasting peace."
The priest looked at me throughout the entire procession. But I was busy looking at my hands.
Everyone thought I killed my father. And I let them think that. I let them think that I was the man that put the boss of the Russian mafia six feet under.
But it was someone else. Someone I couldn't catch. My fists clench and my jaws harden. Noticing my expression the priest quickly quickened his speech.
Finally after an hour, I get in my car to head home.
"Vlad, take me home."
As soon as the car starts to move away from the cemetery, my entire body relaxes. Vlad glances from his rear view mirror at me.
"Everything alright, Pakhan?"
I close my eyes and make an inaudible noise to share my sentiments.
My father, the previous pakhan was a bastard. There were never any father son moments between us. But he was killed. In cold blood.
And that made me look weak. So I took the blame to bring out the traitor. Nothing so far. My patience was waning.
Suddenly, the car screeched to a stop and I was thrown from my backseat forward, only to hit my windshield.
I groan loudly. My anger starting to increase in tempo. I look towards Vlad, and find his eyes open in horror and a bullet right between his eyes.
My jaw hardens. Again.
Motherfuc*ers are about to die.
I hear footsteps heading towards the car and pretend to be unconscious. I quickly take some blood dripping from Vlad's bleeding spot and rub it on my face. While I close my eyes, I assess my body for my injuries. Everything felt fine.
Apart from a slight twinge on my left leg it seemed that I would live.
"Check if he is dead." Said one of the voices.
"Like Father, Like Son. How better could the devil's spawn be?" Another more baritone voice said.
Oh, I was NOT the spawn. I was The DEVIL.
A while later I was pulled out of the car, I stopped breathing and waited for the right time to kill each one of them.
Flaying seemed like a good choice too.
Someone checked my breathing.
"He ain't breathing Boss! I think he's dead." The soon-to-be-dead motherf*ckers laughed.
I opened my eyes just as he turned around. His eyes widen. Before he can scream, I quickly take the knife from his hip and slice open his throa*.
The scum lies on top of me bleeding. Using him as a shield I quickly get up. Dragging his body while the cun* is chocking on his blood I grab the pistol from my back.
I quickly start shooting.
One drops.
The second one drops.
The third one tries to run away. I quickly shoot his left knee from the back.
He screams and falls over.
Throwing the dead weight that was still chocking on his blood on the side of the road, I check him out.
Looking him straight in the eye I say, "I would put you out of your misery. But mercy is not something I feel today."
I start walking towards the man with the gunshot on his knees.
I quickly take out my phone.
"Sasha, 15 minutes East of the funeral. There was an attack."
I quickly look back at my car.
"Vlad is dead. Prikhodi bystro."
I cut the call as I reach the man crying in pain. Quickly observing, he has dark matted hair, a leather jacket and leather pants.
He tries to pick his gun which lies a few steps away from him. I let him struggle for a moment and when he is just about to reach the gun, I shoot him in the hand.
Another scream pierces the sky.
Already done with the asshole, I quickly put the gun behind my back, and kneel down in front of him. The itch to kill him was great. But I needed answers.
Holding his head up by his hair, I ask him.
"Three things. Who are you? Why did you try to kill me? And how do you know the bastard who killed my father?"
"Fuc* off you asshole!"
His angry cry just spurs me on.
At the sound of cars behind me, I quickly straighten up and look at him.
I step on the wound in his hand and mutter my parting words, for now.
"You will talk." With that I shoot his at his knee again.
I leave the motherfu*ker crying in pain.
"Alessandro, make sure our guest is treated well."
I close my eyes and get in another car.
I had another funeral to plan. Only this time it was someone I considered family.
So why is that it did not bring out any emotions in me?
I was the Devil. The Pakhan. The Plague.
I delivered fear and death. But I had no fear, and I was already dead inside.
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As soon as the car parks at my home. I walk inside and turn to move towards my bedroom.
I needed a shower and then I needed to get back to the warehouse for interrogating our special guest.
As soon as I cross the foyer, Sasha call out to me.
"Dimitri was found dead 20 miles North of here near Dakota. He was..... he was smashed beyond recognition."
I pause my steps and slowly look back at Sasha.
Dimitri was my father's most trusted soldier and had been with him for most of his cruel reign.
While I had no issues with his death, the fact that he was "smashed" brought a lot of intrigue in me.
"Did you check the CCTV footage around the area?"
"Most of it was erased. However we found a small 30 second footage. It was a women."
My eye brows touch my forehead.
For the first time in 10 years I feel something.
I quickly motion with my hands for the tab in Sasha's hand.
I play and replay the video again and again. The video was too blurred to see her features.
"See is you can clear up the image."
"Yes, Pakhan."
As I head towards my bathroom for a shower my head goes back to the women and her walk.
With sudden realization, I understand the emotion I felt.
I felt interest.
Hmm. Interesting.