And after that, I had her gather information such as names, ages, and other critical details regarding all the members of the Vorontsov family.
Then, for the next two years, I used my connections, specifically my girlfriend's family, to slowly but surely take down their every source of money, causing them to lower their status from multimillionaires to a millionaire family.
Then, for the next year, I managed to convince Alex and my family to let me go to France, where the target, Ruth Vorontsov, the second son of the Vorontsov family, resides and studies. I then planned out my strategy to lure him into a motel with poor security and kill him.
It was pretty easy as he was a sex addict, alcohol addict, and a lustful rapist who got away with his crimes thanks to his family's money. Though that wasn't the only man I killed, I killed a few more people in the last seven years while learning under Alex.
[1993/1/3]
[3 years ago]
[9:30 PM]
[Paris, France]
[Le Baron Club]
Le Baron Club is dimly lit, with deep red velvet walls and gold accents. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the polished wood floor.
Sleek black leather furniture lines the room, with private booths offering exclusivity. The marble bar is stocked with high-end liquors, and soft jazz fills the air, mixed with the quiet hum of conversation and the clink of glasses.
On the main dance floor of the club, people were dancing their hearts out while the DJ played some real badass music.
Meanwhile, in the right corner of the dance floor, something else was happening.
There were eight people sitting there while drinking alcohol. One man and seven women were taking their turns feeding him alcohol while he sat like a king, enjoying the beauties who were all giving him erotic looks with their revealing dresses.
"Ah, young master, please drink it." Among the beauties, one woman stood out the most. She was a young woman with long white hair flowing down to her waist. She was wearing a full black, low-cut neckline dress that didn't hide her long, slender legs.
"Haha, feed me that drink." The young man that the woman referred to as young master was Ruth Vorontsov, the second young master of the Vorontsov family who was in France to continue his studies while maintaining minimal contact with his family, only asking for money.
He was a young man with slicked-back brown hair, wearing a shirt that revealed his chest with a bit of hair on it. He was also wearing a gold chain around his neck, showing off his luxurious gold pendant.
"Ah, it isn't fair~ why are you only doing it?" one of the women among the seven said, her tone playful.
"Yeah, yeah, we're also waiting for our turns~ you know..." another one said, clearly drunk from the alcohol.
"Haha, you all will get your turns~ don't worry, this much alcohol is just a minor issue." Ruth said as he wrapped his hands around the waist of the woman who was feeding him the drink.
As no one was focused on the women and the man was not in his usual state to notice, the woman had a disgusted expression on her delicate, beautiful face as she endured his hands around her slim waist while she fed him the drinks.
"Ahhahahaha~" After drinking that alcohol, he suddenly fell onto the table, his expression that of a man in heaven.
"Ah~ young master!! What happened??" All the women other than the one feeding him the alcohol said, worry evident in their tone.
"Hahaha~ nothing happened to me... I'm just really tired now..." he said. Suddenly, the previous woman who fed him the alcohol wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him support as he stood up.
"I'll take him for tonight~" she said, as all the women's focus was on her. She licked her lips as they all complained.
"It isn't fair~" they pouted while saying it.
"Haha~ sorry girls! I guess you won't be able to spend time with me... I know I'm really handsome for you to care about, but I guess she'll be the one I'll spend the night with." He said as the woman took him out of the club after using his own card to pay for all the expenses.
After they got out of the club, she supported (dragged) him as she took him to the motel.
...
"Oh, so you finally brought him here," a man wearing a full-head mask said, his tone cold and mature.
"Yes, boss, but it was really disgusting when he touched me with those disgusting hands of his," she said, her delicate face turning into a disgusted expression. She then used the pointy heels of her shoes to step on his hands as he let out a scream while he was unconscious, passed out on the way.
"Well, since I'm a kind person, I'll make it quick for you since I have no grudge against you." The man clad in a full-head mask that resembled a demon with its teeth flaring out said, his tone bone-chilling and cold as he took out a Glock 19.
The Glock 19 is a compact, polymer-framed handgun with a distinctive, angular design. It features a black frame, a metal slide with a matte finish, and a textured grip. Its compact size makes it suitable for concealed carry, and it has a streamlined appearance with minimal protrusions.
"Blame yourself, Ruth, for being born into such a family." The masked man said as he aimed the Glock 19 at his head, having no thoughts of creating another scene like that man made... by accidentally leaving him alive like he did.
But before he pulled the trigger, suddenly, Ruth's hand started to move a little, indicating that he was about to wake up. To avoid hassle, the masked man pulled the trigger.
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*
The masked man pulled the trigger as the subsonic ammo, coupled with a silencer, went through Ruth's head without making too much noise, killing him while leaving no chance of survival.
"Well, since my job of luring him here is over, how about you give me the €10,000 that you promised and the €1,000 for keeping my mouth shut?" she said, her tone cold, demanding €11,000.
"Alright, here you go." As the masked man said that, a smile bloomed on her face, but it turned into horror when she saw the masked man pointing the Glock 19 at her too.
"W-wait, this isn't what we a-agreed upon," she said, stuttering as she raised her hands in defense, but the masked man said nothing more as he pulled the trigger, shooting at her head.
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*
He shot her three times in a row to her head, giving her no time to breathe as he silently eliminated the witness that could be used against him.
"It's time to disappear." Saying that, he opened up the window, which had enough space for a person to jump out of.
Even though it was the second floor, the masked man didn't show any fear regarding it as he jumped out the window, disappearing into the dark night after killing Ruth Vorontsov and the mercenary girl that he hired to lure him.
[Private Jet]
[6:30 AM]
[Ivan's POV]
'Finally, I'm one step closer to acting out my revenge.' I thought, feeling so much satisfaction from killing that bastard's family, a smile surging up on my face as I looked at the clouds from the window seat.
'Now, just 19 more to go.' I thought, my expression turning serious as I looked at the information I had written in my personal smartphone, IBM Simon Personal Communicator's notes.
'So, who should I kill now?...' I thought as I looked over the notes that displayed information regarding their family members.
As I was doing that, my phone rang, indicating that someone was calling me, which made me a bit confused as I didn't have many people's contact information. Well, to be honest, most of the people I know don't even have a smartphone as it hadn't launched yet, and the only reason I have one is because of my girlfriend's connection with the company that made the smartphone.
"Hello?" I said, my tone a bit confused.
"Hello, Ivan... it's me... Maria." Said from the other side.
"What do you want?" I said, my tone returning to its original coldness.
"I-I hired a group of mercenaries to kill my uncle's whole family... who lived outside of Russia... in Nepal, to kill them and make it seem like an accident." Maria said, her tone shaking a bit as she was primarily the main reason they died. It's natural for her to be a bit scared since she's just 13 years old.
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A/N: Now starts the actions. Though you may argue that there wasn't any bodyguards even though he's the son of a rich person but don't forget that their family status has dropped down and they didn't though that there would be anyone who'll even know that he has gone to France.
The only reason Ivan know is because of Maria, the insider information provider.
But it will be different from now because he's back to Russia... After staying a week or so in Paris, France and this time, it will be full scale battle with the enemy having groups trained bodyguards while the mc having mercenary under him, so stay tuned and once again, ready your tickets.