Lost (Beautiful Beast I)

Chapter-2

Nicholas

Closing the car door behind, I walked towards the warehouse with Boris following me. The building is situated deep into the woods like some sort of mental asylum that does its inhuman experiments on the sick crazy patients without the government's knowledge. The building belonged to a local businessman in the 90s, who exported pallets that were warehoused. With no successor left after his death, the business was wiped out and the building was left to rot. I didn't need it for any good reason other than stock up my enemies and do other inhuman activities for my advantage and then kill them.

No sooner did I get inside when Aron came out.

'Did you get anything out of him?' I asked.

'No. He'll die if I lay another solid rock hard punch on his fuckface' Aron replied.

'He's going to die anyway' I murmured.

The smell of metallic rotten blood and damp made me scrunch my nose. The metal ceiling of the building is broken and rusted, allowing sun rays to penetrate inside the dark and rotten warehouse. My eyes immediately fell on Zoran, one of my trustworthy men, or that's what we all thought.

Aron was right. He'll die if he's given another dose of beating.

The creaking of chair made him lift his head up. As soon as his eyes locked with mine, I saw rage in them. The same eyes that had love and affection on us.

'Zoran, what have they done to you?' I asked softly as I settled down on the chair.

He's bloody and dirty. His shirt is ripped at places and looks like nothing but rags. There were nails chipped off from his fingers and a layer of dirty black wound covered the area. His ankle is swollen and his elbows too. There were bruises all over his body and burnt marks on his chest which were visible through the holes in the shirt. The lobule of his left ear was cut off and it looked pretty awkward to look at that area. He was seated down like a defeated man with all his energy worn out, thought his eyes said otherwise.

Any other man in his place would've died and spit out everything he's asked for. Zoran knows the in and out of the Bratva and most of the times he was the one who brought the word out a man who is thrown in the warehouse. He knows exactly how it all goes down. He also knows the consequences of breaking the silence of the pledge and betrayal.

Out of all my men, Zoran is the least one who would go against us, or that's what we all thought. He's been working from my father's time, he was the right hand.

'What did you inform them, Zoran?' I asked calmly. The same question we've been asking him from the past 48 hours since he was caught.

'Suck a d**k' he said in a voice that was similar to a mouse squeaking. His throat gave out due to all the screams and cries. 

I am tired playing this cat and mouse game. Though it's been two days since he came out in light, I can't see this or go through this. Even though I am the Pakhan, I need to answer when my old man questions me.

'Boris get her in'

At my command, Boris left the room and came in with a woman screaming and thrashing in his arms. Zoran's eyes immediately fell on her and there was a knowing look of shock and fear before his angry eyes melted into a puddle of ocean as he stared at his loved one being dragged by her hair by Boris. His wife should've been in Italy by now. He arranged it all before going against me and running away from the country.

'She doesn't know anything' He pleaded as Boris threw her on my feet. My hand immediately went to hair, keeping her head bent down on the floor.

'I trusted you, Zoran,' I took a deep breathe 'You were one of trustworthy men. Look what you made me do. Well, now you know the rules and you know me. I suggest you talk' I starred into his bloodshot eyes and waited. The woman is still crying and whimpering. Her voice is the only thing that disturbed the silence in the room.

'I only informed them about the fighting club. Before I could go on, Aron caught me' he confessed. I immediately pushed the woman towards him and he wasted no time in wrapping his bloody arms around her.

'Spare her, please' He begged me.

'I forgive you, Zoran,' I stated and stood up. I took out the pistol from my holster and looked down at him. 'As friends and family we all forgive you for what you did, we truly do. But as the Pakhan of the Bratva, it's my duty to eliminate you and your wife. You don't break the Code, Zoran. You know it' 

His eyes widened and without any hesitation I pulled the trigger on his wife.

'NO!'

I turned around and walked out of the warehouse with Boris and Aron following me. Another gun shot went off when I slipped into the car.

'Burn them both' I said to Aron, who nodded in return and went to inform the men. I pushed aside the pang of pain that tugged my cold heart. After Aron slipped in, Boris took off from the woods.

Zoran tried to get me arrested by informing the Cops about my business. Aron caught him, who looked suspicious and secretive as he spoke in his phone. He refused to tell us the truth and I asked my men working in the department to trail his voice call. He informed the Cops about my fighting club, Backyard Brawls. The club was opened twenty years ago and was raided by the Cops only once, they got lucky, nonetheless. Lots of money were lost and many of my men were arrested. The old Pakhan, my father kept it low for one month before it was reopened. The Cops did come to know but they didn't know where it is until twenty years later, Zoran turned out to inform them. Though I knew what he said, I wanted to hear from him. The man who betrayed me. 

With men working for me in almost all the fields, especially the ones that are closer to the Cops, I came to know that the club is being raided in another two days and I need to formulate a plan to protect what's mine.

I was brought out from my thoughts when the car came to an abrupt stop.

'Why did you stop?' I asked Boris. He murmured traffic.

I looked out of the window to the bright day of Moscow. Sundays are exceptionally busy making my shipment transport much easier.

I watched the people outside who lived a boring yet a peaceful life. They don't need to constantly look over their shoulders for any life threatening dangers at unexpected times. Their huge problems in life would be work, finance, cheating partner, drug addicted teenage children (Drugs which are mostly sold out by Stark), and cheesy love problems. I don't envy them nor I expected to dream of being in their shoes and living this kind of life even for a day. From the time I was born or anyone in the Underground for that matter, is being tattooed in their mind that we pledge and sacrifice for Bratva. Women can too if they meet the demands or they marry one from the familia. The advantage they get and what we don't is education. They can get educated till a certain period of time but can't work outside. Most of the men from the familia don't let the women get educated, they educate them to become a wife for the Made Men.

I looked into the Bessey park when the traffic light still remained red. Couples, families, and kids and my eyes landed on a lonely girl who was watching a baby. Her back is to me, and her jet black hair touching her perfect ass, and her wide waist and slender legs wrapped in a tight jean. When the baby shifted, she shifted too and I released a deep sigh when I saw her.

Beautiful.

Her face glowed under the bright sun rays as she watched the baby curiously. My eyes travelled to her full lips, and her perky t**s; her exotic figure unearthing the desire inside of me. She was oblivious to her surrounding, to the young men who were gawking at her like pervert, just like me.

'Nick, you alright there man?' Aron nudged my side. His eyes traveled to where mine was a few seconds before. His face turned alert.

'Is there a problem?' his fingers gracing the pistol at his holster.

'None' I replied. He glanced at the park for the last time before going back to his state.

I turned back to the park but she was gone from that place. The baby which was reaching for a butterfly earlier is now sitting on her mother's lap. The car started to move and my eyes searched for that lady frantically till the park was out of my sight.