Prologue
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The silence was terrible. It screamed death. Following the blood all over the floor, the men forgot to take a breath.
Their eyes were watching the scenery with great amusement and respect.
Admiration was clear in their eyes but not for the person who laid down on the floor blooded but for the man who constructed the Serbian mafia in new level where most of the people couldn't outreach.
Fearing by all, they knew i did a very exquisite calling for the Serbian mafia. Shifting my gaze, I saw they were watching the scenery but didn't dare to utter a word to make this silence gone and not interested to show some pity to the tiny man who is hanging around in my arms like a shake of cloth.
All covered with blood. There was no way to identify him. And me pounded on the man's back. The poor man wasn't getting enough time to take a breath and I hit him again.
Anyone could tell that my eyes were dancing with a great satisfaction like fire was dancing over the shadow to destroy the whole world.
I hit the man on his rib cage and he lost his balance.
After stumbling and fell over the ground, the injured man trying to standup. His whole body trembled with fear and the marks were visible like a morning light.
He was being tortured by my selective men and now he is being played by me. Although there was nothing left to play with him.
They did expedient work with the body! I am proud of my men.
But I wasn't satisfied and honestly I didn't know when to stop. So here I was showing my own mercy to him.
Mistake is mistake and there is no mercy. But I could show mercy with my own style and no one could escape that. And after doing a horrible mistake, there was no way he could escape my great rewards.
Yes a reward! A reward of death.
This man just didn't do a mistake, he did a crime. He betrayed my ownership... he betrayed my rules!! Being a boss of mafia, I make rules only and here he denied to follow that. He disobeyed his šef. And the only consequences he could get is death.
And I, Vasileios Sokolovic, will make sure of that. I am not the man who will forgive and here this little man dared to betray me.
I watched my prey very carefully and waiting for him to face up. But still the guy wasn't facing me. So I decided to wait until he stood up to face me.
I wanted to play with this toy few more times. Then I will send him to his rightful place where no one could dare to betray me. I will set an example by him. If anyone dare to disobey me, he will face more than that.
I looked at the blooded hand which covered with his dirty blood. When I gave him enough time to stand up I stepped forward and hit on his face. Holding his arm and I twirled it. He screamed with pain. And with a pressure I broke it.
I turned my face to a man and nodded him to give his knife. With a blink of eye I sliced his throat and the blood rolled on my hands. My men came and took over him from me.
Everyone released a harsh sound of cruelty. Like I care! It was a show! A show for all to know that they can't cross me... or else there will be only one path for them.
Now they will know that's how I play. It's me who make rules and it's me who will break rules only. And they are my slave to follow my rules.
Their whispering become loud which was annoying.
Now it's time to face them.
I cleared my throat and the noises stop. I made an eye contact to everyone before starting.
"I'm telling this once so hear me out clearly. If anyone ever try to over cross me again then hell of god they will face more than this."I growled angrily. "Clear?"
"Yes Boss!" Everyone shouted and the sound felt like a melody to me.
I nodded at them and went to my study room and saw my friend Branko Sławomir was waiting for me.
"What the f**k was going on there?" he asked.
"Nothing, just a good f*****g reward." I told as I cleaned myself. I took of shirt and throw them at the garbage can.
I looked at him who is playing with an envelope. With a bored face I sat on the couch. He turned to me.
"Here is what you wanted. Nothing seems so interesting. Irish gang is smart. Nahuel Ó Braoin is smart but not that enough to hide his activity. He is involved with the Trafficking. But I don't know how he did that!" He placed the envelope on the desk and ready to leave the room. But I stopped him.
"Anything else?" I light up my cigar and offered him one.
"No."One simple answer. He never speaks without a reason. And now he knew that there is nothing which I wanted to know. So he left silently.
I looked at the envelope which is enough to burn my blood with fire. I checked out the pictures silently. But nothing that could give a clue... Some pics were little blur. Doesn't matter. If I get this pics then I will get everything... I will get my revenge.
"Nahuel Ó Braoin,Countdown is began. Be ready to face your death." I mumbled under my breath.
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