Nikolai was merciless, continuing to humiliate the big man who was unable to land one punch or kick. Crusher was a bloody mess, his jaw was broken and both eyes swollen shut.
His body was covered in bruises and two of his ribs were broken, his trembling legs gave out, even the heavy drugs in his system couldn't mask the excruciating pain.
With blurred vison he spit out a mouthful of blood as he staggering towards the ropes. Beaten to a bloody pulp, Crusher could no longer stand and fell face down losing consciousness.
Languidly walking over to the broken man sprawled on the mat Nikolai removed the hidden needle under the bloodstained wrap on the defeated man's hand. He handed the thin needle to the announcer then jumped down from the ring.
He felt invigorated and walked over to his cousin, "Collect the money."
A disgruntled member of the big man's gang heard Nikolai and grabbed his arm. "The fuckin hell you are leaving! Do you think you can walk away after taking our money?"
Nikolai easily removed the man's hand and kept walking towards the locker room. Infuriated by Nikolai's arrogant attitude the man followed him. Before he could enter the locker room he was held back by a good looking man sporting a short beard and wearing two large diamond earrings.
Through clenched teeth the agitated man spit out, "Boss, are you going to let him walk out of here with our cash?! Get Ice Pick! Make him fight him!"
"Shut up."
The leader of the gang had been intently observing the fight from a private room upstairs. As soon as he saw Nikolai's sharp and murderous moves he doubted even their best fighter, Ice Pick, was no match for him.
He walked downstairs to get a closer look and recognized Nikolai. With a pensive expression he rubbed the heavy gold and diamond ring on his thumb.
The boss of the gang was curious and walked to the locker room. He stood in the doorway watching Nikolai talking to the loser of the last fight as he removed the wrapping on his hands. Nikolai washed his face then put on the black silk shirt.
Ignoring the man's scrutinizing gaze Nikolai brushed past him and walked up the stairs leading to the bar.
The agitated gangster watched the scene and the veins on his neck were bulging.
He fiddled with a knife in his hand. "BOSS! Let me kill him! Who does he think he is disrespecting you like that!"
The man rubbed the exquisite ring on his index finger as he replied "Now is not the time. Follow him. I want to know why he is in Kazan."
"You know that prick?"
"En."
Nikolai felt refreshed as he strode over to his cousin sitting at the bar.
"I ordered you a double vodka." Max took a sip of beer and pushed over a pile of bills to Viktor.
He laughed, "The odds were thirty to one, look at this fuckin stack of cash!"
Nikolai picked up the glass of vodka, "Keep it. Get rid of that piece of shit truck and get a new one."
His cousin's eyes widened, staring at the money he exclaimed,"Thanks!"
Nikolai drank the vodka and wondered if Merri was sleeping. "Finish the beer. I need to get up early."
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the two men in matching tracksuits enter the men's room.
He finished the glass of vodka and stood up, "I need to piss."
When Nikolai entered the restroom he locked the door. The two men were standing at the sink snorting a white powder and turned around when they heard the door squeak open.
The blonde man wiped his nose with his finger and his lustful eyes were glistening, "Darling, it looks like the pretty man delivered himself to you."
Too fucked up to be aware of Nikolai's dangerous aura, he reached out his hand to carress Nikolai's cheek. His hand was suddenly sliced off, before the man could utter a sound, Nikolai slit his throat.
Blood spurted out of his neck, the severed hand landed on the other man's white tennis shoes dying the limited edition AJ's crimson red.
The young man's eyes widened in horror as he kicked off the severed hand from his shoe. He had a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, "AHHHH!!!YOU ARE FUCKIN CRAZY!"
He stepped in a pool of blood as he rushed to the door. While fumbling to open it Nikolai put his hand on the door, holding it shut. "Where do you think you are going?"
"Don..Don't kill me! I will give you money..lots of money!"
Nikolai's lips curled up into a sinister smile, he wanted to see this arrogant brat grovel. "I don't want to kill you... that would be unsatisfying...I don't need money. What I want is to cut off your little cock and shove it in your dirty mouth. So you can lead a miserable life regretting being a loud mouth little shit."
The terrified boy started sobbing and got down on his knees. He hugged Nikolai's legs, "Please...spare me. If you do I will give you anything you want, my brother is Luc Zaranski. I can do it!"
Nikolai raised an eyebrow, what a good coincidence.
He yanked the quivering boy to his feet. " Remember what you promised or I will make your life worse than death."
After glancing at his friend's corpse on the ground he knew the crazy bastard would do it. He was holding back the vomit inching up his throat and nodded. "Anything."
"Go."
When Nikolai and his cousin left Suli's Club it was the middle of the night, there were few cars on the road as they drove back to the hotel. Looking in the rear view mirror Nikolai's cousin noticed a black car following them, "Niko, a car has been following us since we left Suli's."
"I know. Don't worry about it."
"What if they want to rob the money?"
"They don't."
"How do you know that?"
"You will see when you drop me off at the hotel they won't follow you any longer.
"What do they want with you?"
"I don't know."
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Nikolai was tired and drunk when he got back to the hotel. When he entered the hotel suite, he took off his coat then fell onto the couch and closed his eyes.
Merri had been restlessly tossing and turning on the bed unable to sleep. She was worried about Nikolai wondering where he had gone and was anxiously waiting for him to return. At the sound of him entering she breathed a sigh of relief. He's finally back...
After a few minutes she heard his even breathing and knew he had fallen asleep. She quietly got out of bed and walked to the couch.
She sighed when she saw his long legs stretched out over the end of the couch and he was still wearing his shoes. Quietly taking off his leather shoes she set them on the floor, then walked over to the bed. She picked up a pillow and blanket and brought them to the couch.
Merri gently put the pillow under his head and covered him with the blanket. She sat on the floor by the couch watching him sleep. She was fascinated gazing at his handsome face.
She couldn't resist and touched the crease between his eyebrows and in a soft voice whispered, "I was so worried...where did you go until this hour? A bar?"
Nikolai woke up when she touched his face but didn't open his eyes. His heart felt an indescribable warmth from her words, the little angel was worried about me?
He remained motionless as her finger roamed down his face. Itchy from the feeling, he could only bear with the tingling sensation, aware if he opened his eyes the little girl would be embarrassed.
Feeling brave because she thought he was in a deep drunken sleep she held his hand, intertwining her fingers with his.
Her eyes were filled with adoration, "Your strong hands are very beautiful."
Enduring his blood being stirred up by her intoxicating fragrance and soft touch, Nikolai had to suppress his body's reaction to her intimate behavior.
It took all his willpower not to pull her up into his arms and give into his desires.
Merri continued as she held his hand, "I like you so much...you must like me a bit to invite me on this trip." She impulsively leaned down and lightly kissed his lips, afterwards she sighed, "Could you give me a chance?"
In a daze, she watched him sleep while holding his hand, which was sheer torture for the man on the couch. Nikolai couldn't believe the shy girl would be so bold.
His heart was about to explode when she kissed him so tenderly. The little angel should go back to the bed soon, I have to continue to pretend that I am sleeping.
To his surprise, the little girl drifted off to sleep with her head leaning on his chest while still holding his hand.
"..." If she wakes up in the morning like this she will definitely be embarrassed.