His Toxic Distraction

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Zoran's POV

"You will tell me where Mike Smith lives, and if you don't. Then it's your funeral." I said, tightening my hold on the scrawny guy's neck. He wore a cheap suit that was very ill-fitted and a cologne that made me want to throw up.

"Fine. If you don't want to talk, I'll make you talk. Your family will be your weakness."

He threw his arms around, trying to grab something. His face began to go a dangerous shade of purple before he tapped my arm, signalling that he wanted to speak.

"Please. Don't. Hurt. Them." He tried to say.

I released him and he dropped to the floor in a pitiful pile of gasps.

I squatted in front of his body.

"So? Where is he then?" I asked and he swallowed slowly and looked up at the two men behind me before looking at me.

"21 third street." He said in between gasps and I stood up dusting off the newly bought suit I had on.

"You better hope he is there because if he's not, I'll skin your family in front of you then I'll start with you." I said and straightened my tie.

"Let's go." I told my guards and we walked out of the back of the brothel and into the full on club that was in full swing.

Women dominated the floor in short skirts and tight dresses. Some of them were very busy giving lap dances and I had to look away.

The place smelt of sweat and smoke choked the air. The bass from the music, erupting from the speakers vibrated the wooden floor boards underneath my shoes and people screamed in a drunken haze.

My mother had been part of a brothel in her younger days, which is where she'd met my father. One wrong move had her being pulled out from the lap dancing life and into the life of motherhood at the age of eighteen.

My father looked after her as much as he could and he did afford it. He held the most shares in Russian Airways and had owned eighty-two percent of accounting firms in Russia.

He was twenty-seven at the time and already wanted to raise a heir for his rapidly growing business. So when my mother had seeker him out and told him she was pregnant, he was overjoyed.

He learned to love my mother and at the end, she'd become his world.

After eighteen hours in labour, I was born and my mother, she'd never made it. The strain on her body had her heart failing and triggered the rest of her vital organs to shut down.

After that, my father had raised me the best of his ability and loved me, but he'd been a distant man my whole life. Until four years ago when he'd suffered from lung cancer and I was sitting by his death bed.

He'd opened up to me for the first time, telling me everything about my mother and explained that the lawyers would swarm me with papers about the business that was going to be mine.

We broke out into the cool night air on the street and the limousine rushed to greet us.

I slipped in and was met by my assistant, Nadia as I gave the driver the new destination.

"What do we have?" I asked, sinking into the leather seat and taking grabbing a bottle of watter from the mini fridge.

"Mike Smith. Nothing new from the last time sir. He owns the brothel and his friend owns the club. The man is a downright alcoholic and trades women, drugs and guns to many secretly dirty billionaires across the globe." She said and handed me the clipboard as she took the bottle from my hand.

I scrolled the printed sheets.

"No kids?"

"Not that we know of or on record sir." I nodded and gave her back the board.

Mike Smith had bargained to sell five hundred of his finest weapons and fifty women who voluntarily threw themselves at the idea of being owned by one of the most richest men in the world three years ago. I'd sent him the ten million, but I never received neither the women nor the weapons.

He'd disappeared from our radar until four weeks ago when one of my men had found his name, owning the disgusting and cheap brothel we'd just left.

"Sire we're approaching the adress now." My driver said and I thanked him. Finally, I would put this man who'd thought he could cheat me, into a house of violent flames that the police will discover as a nasty cigarette that wasn't put out.

If there was one thing I knew how to do besides run a multi billion dollar company, was the gift to hide sudden accidents.

We cruised onto a dark and quiet street that did not have many street lamps working. When we stopped, the driver pointed to an old, beat up house at the end of the street.

"That's the house sir." He said and I stared at the lights shining from the rooms.

"Get the men ready. I want the house flames in the next ten minutes." I said gritting my teeth and I felt the muscles in my jaw twitch.

He nodded and spoke swiftly over the walkie talkie to the men in a black Sudan further up the road closer to the house. I wanted to go in and see the expression on the stupid man's face while I watched him being char grilled alive.

Just thinking about it send chills of excitement down my spine and I couldn't help but flash a bad smile at my petite assistant.

Me and the few of the men made our way swiftly to the house with precision and swiftness. There was no room for errors.

One of the windows in a dark room was open and a curtain blew gently in the breeze. I reached in and grabbed a handful of the fabric that felt like sandpaper in my hands.

I pulled out the expensive lighter that was very rarely used and flipped it open, watching the little light of warmth dance around in the cool air.

I snapped out of the daze and without a second thought I connected the flame to the curtain and watched the flames bounce to life, beginning to eat at the wooden window frame and started swallowing everything in its fiery path.

I stood back and watched the house burn and tumble. The men made it into the house,covered in fire resistant suits and began searching the house to make sure the man was dead.

A scratch from the walkie talkie from my pocket had me smiling with excitement. The words were rushed but every single word dragged on and I felt the colour from my face drain out.

"THERE'S A GIRL IN HERE!"

I didn't think. Just stripped of my tie and suit jacket in one swift movement and ran into the scorching hot flames.