Chapter three
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A BRIDE FOR YOU
Nikolai yanked Galina as the bullet slammed into a wall behind her. She stared at the point where the bullet hit and her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat. Had Nikolai not moved her, she'd be a corpse. The thought sent a violent shiver down her spine as her hand trembled.
The lady closed the distance glaring hard at Galina as she scanned the clothes she was putting on, while Galina cowered behind Nikolai.
" Valisa, why would you do that?" Nikolai snapped in Russian, clearly displeased by her action.
Valisa scoffed, " She is just a mere tool to be used," she sneered, her eyes fixed on Galina with contempt.
"If I were you, I wouldn't question Death's order," his voice a low, dangerous growl as it carried a hint of warning.
"Her future is glaring already, which is to serve," she declared, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She departed giving Galina a look of future torment.
Galina's gaze remained on Nikolai as she couldn't penetrate the foreign language.
"That's Valisa, death right-hand man, it would be best for you to steer clear of her." he switched to English, his voice firm.
Galina nodded, as she took a mental note to avoid her as much as possible to avoid future torment from her. "Follow me," Nikolai instructed, leading her towards the sprawling complex.
"Does this place have no end?" she muttered under her breath as her gaze scanned the surroundings.
Death's power bike roared through the deserted streets of St. Petersburg, his mask now a stark matte black, concealing the coldness radiating from him. He pulled up at a formidable building, the age evident in the withered stone, but its strength palpable.
His eyes, devoid of warmth, scanned the surroundings. He dismounted, his movement fluid and smooth as he merged into the shadows in a darkened corner.
He pressed the earpiece against his ears. "Report," he spoke in a low guttural voice.
"Sergei's situation is perilous"
"Lead the way", Death commanded, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
"A few guards on your side, soundproof doors, head up the stairwell. The exchange room is on the third floor to your right. Heavily armed guards by the door" the speaker on the other end explained.
With a swift move, he silenced the guards standing at the entrance, silencing them before a scream could rip their throats. He entered the building and ascended the staircase, leading him up to the third floor, where the deal was being exchanged. At the entrance, tall, menacing guards, heavily built, stood at the entrance in vigilance. The moment their eyes locked, they opened fire, but Death, with years of experience, easily ducked as he pulled out his gun and started shooting, his movement fast, leaving no room for clumsiness while the deal transpired behind the closed doors.
"Antonio, explain the meaning of these fake goods." Sergie's voice remained level, almost serene.
Antonios' gesture was swift and decisive as the guards in the room positioned their guns towards Serge.
" Heard you are the incompetent son" Antonio sneered. "It's really unfortunate you are not leaving here"
" You look well informed," Sergei remarked, his voice steady despite the chaos within. His eyes scanned the room for a possible escape route.
Antonio stood up, his laughter erupting "You are truly the ignorant fool" he announced "
A shot rang out in the air, Sergei bickering with his gun, but to his horror, Antonio side-stepped the bullet." That's your best?" Antonio mocked.
Rage boiled into Sergei's veins, his muscles coiling as his ribs hammered against his chest.
"Get rid of him, and send him as a package to Bravta." his words hung in the air as a bullet rammed into his skull. His eyes widened in disbelief as he fell with a thud, his body lifeless.
The heads in the room spun toward the invader. Death, without hesitation, opened fire, his movement precise and deadly. Sergie seized the opportunity, joining him in the fray, and together they decimated the remaining guards.
With a swift movement, Death secured the cash and hastily deployed the bombs in his pocket. He strode towards the exit, and a new squad of guards stormed in; the room instantly transformed into a battleground. Despite their numbers, they were no match for Death's swift and agile strike.
Their escape was precise, and any guard who attempted to attack was silenced. Death vanished on his power bike, showing no concern for Sergei as the building exploded in a ball of fire, the force of the blast ramming Sergei to the opposite end, hitting the ground as blood trickled down his forehead, with a bruise on his arm.
"Lev," he hissed as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number, " car now," hanging up almost immediately, his gaze fixed on the ruins.
Death pulled his power bike into the compound screeching to a halt. His aura radiating fury, the guards sensed the storm and maintained a minimal distance. He strode into a room, where a woman stood gazing at the moon. He tossed the bag on the table, the sound echoing in the stillness before removing his mask. His face was a stark contrast to his reputation.
" This would be the last time I save your son," he said, his voice a glacial chill.
"Just wanted to know if he has improved," the lady said leaving the window and settling into the sofa, " I wanted to give him another chance but he failed"
" his incompetence is none of my business, but it would be best if you don't send me to save him, I am not his Messiah," he remarked and he turned to leave but the next word stopped him
"I have arranged a bride for you." Without a word, Death drew out his gun and shot her,
a bullet tearing into her arms. A scream rippled through the room.
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