Mafia and his Angel

Squeeze

Andrei

“So I followed Mr. Peters yesterday. He did the usual. Went to work. Went home. Then he made a trip to his daughters flat. In withington.”

“Where does he work?” i ask

“Some restaurant in town, he's just a busboy. Clears tables, washes dishes. That sort of thing.” Luka replies, he hands me some surveillance photos

“His apartment?” i ask

“He lives in a council bedsit in a rough estate in the centre of stockport. His daughter pays the rent and most of his bills.” he hands me some bank records and I look them over. He’s right about the daughter. She pays for pretty much everything and even sends him money every few months. 

“What do we have on the daughter?” i ask

“Kelly Peters. 26 she owns a flat in withington. She's a primary school teacher, currently teaching year 3 at Whitehall primary school. Her mum died when she was 8.”

“Girls had a rough life” i reply, luka hands me another folder full of pictures of Kelly. I stare at the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She has lovely hazel brown hair and forest green eyes. She has curves in all the right places, but when I look into her eyes they look sad. Like she's haunted by something. I want to find out what haunts her. Wait, no I don't. 

I shake my head and close the folder 

“What else do we need to know?” i ask

“His daughter has money.” Luka replies “She has a savings account, it's not enough to pay the full amount but it's better than nothing”

“Maybe that's why he went to see his daughter last night. To ask for the money.”

“Well he might have asked but i’m pretty sure she kicked him out” Luka replies. He shows me another set of pictures, looking like John was angry when he left the flat and holding his balls. Obviously she can take care of herself. 

“Where's John now?” i ask

“His apartment, he hasn't left since yesterday” 

“Does he not have work today?” 

“Yeah, he called in sick. Guess he's getting high” I look at the photos again. I’m trying to think of the best way to deal with this guy. He owes us 10 grand. The best cause of action with any addict that owes us money is usually to beat them up to send a message then if that doesn't get them into gear we take away their supply. Although my father has already cut him off. 

“I think we need to go speak to Mr. Peters. Let him know how serious the situation is” i close the folder and get up. I go over to my gun safe and get out my glock. Luka stands by the door and waits for me

“Go get Kostya and Mischa as back up” I nod to Luka, he leaves the room. I grab my .22 mm and put it in my ankle holster. I put on my suit jacket and adjust my tie. I make my way out of my room and down the stairs. Luka, Kostya and Mischa are waiting for me all in identical suits. 

“Mischa, get the car.” I throw the keys to him, he nods his head and runs out the front door. Luka and Kostya both laugh

“He’s so eager” Kostya comments, he's not wrong but it's what you do when you're new to the Bratva, you act eager and do whatever is asked of you.

The car pulls in front of the house and we all get in. Mischa drives us through the streets of stockport. It takes us about 25 minutes to reach Mr. Peter's apartment. 

“Mischa, stay in the car” I tell him, he nods his head but otherwise stays quiet. Me, Luka and Kostya leave the car and head up to the flat. Kostya knocks on the door but there is no answer so he knocks again. Still no answer

“Unlock it” I take a step back, Kostya moves to the side and Luka backs up. He lifts his right leg and kicks in the door. He storms into the place. We look around the bedsit, the beds against the wall with dirty blankets on it, the couch is a dirty grey colour and was probably once a nice couch. The kitchen is dirty, dishes are still in the sink. There’s a putrid smell in the air like rotting food and urine. It's unpleasant.

“Mr. Peters” he calls out. I follow him in with Kostya by my side. We find Luka in the living room standing over an unconscious Mr. Peters

“Great” i sigh

“Shall we wake him up?” Luka asks

“How about we make ourselves comfortable and wait for him to wake up?” I suggest “Let's relax”  . I sit on the chair facing him and stretch my feet out in front of me. Luka leans against the kitchen counter and Kostya takes a seat on the bed, we all have a view of Mr. Peters so now we wait.

“How long are we waiting for?” Luka asks while scrolling through his phone

“As long as it takes” I reply, getting as comfortable as possible on the chair. 

“Come on man, i have plans tonight” he whines

“Fine. Give him an hour to come round and if he doesn’t then you can wake him up” I fold my arms over my chest and watch Mr. Peters. His breathing is shallow but at least he is breathing. He’s no good to us dead. We all sit around in silence, I scroll through my phone checking in on some operations I have going on. Everything is running smoothly. 

“It's been an hour” my brother gets my attention, i check the time on my phone and he's correct. It's been an hour, I sigh and look at luka.

“You can wake him” 

“With pleasure” he smirks and walks towards the man. He slaps the man on the face hard and he stirs from his slumber.

“Mr. Peters!” My cousin slaps him again, this time he gets a reaction and Mr. Peters jumps off the couch and spins around looking at each of us. 

“Ho-how did you ge-get in here?” he stutters

“You’ll need a new door” I reply, i take a step towards him and straighten my back more to tower over him. He's a meagre man, he smells of booze and B.O. “Mr. Peters, do you know who i am?” i ask, putting my hands behind my back and standing with my feet slightly apart. Luka stands a few feet to the side of Mr. Peters and Kostya stands slightly behind him, we have him boxed in with nowhere to go. He nods his head

“Y-ye-yes” he replies, i wait for him to continue “Your Andrei Ivankov” 

“Do you know why I'm here?” I ask and he nods again but this time I don't wait for him to speak “I am here because you made a promise to us, a promise to pay us back. On time. That's a serious promise John. and what do you do? You break your promise” i nod my head for Luka and Kostya to move closer to him

“Please, i’m gonna get you the money” he holds up his hands in an attempt to stop us “i’ll pay it back.”

“I don’t think you understand the severity of your problem John” I signal for them to move in closer again. 

“please. please” he's begging now, this won’t stop what's coming to him. I nod my head again and Kostya grabs Mr. Peters’ arms and pulls them behind his back. 

“No.” he yells “Please, i’ll get you the money” he tries to struggle with my brother but he's too small and weak to be of any match with Kostya. 

“I think you need a reminder of what's at stake John” i say, this is Lukas signal to throw his first punch. The first punch is to his gut, the second is to the face. I let Luka throw 5 punches to various parts of his body before I stop him. Mr. Peters is breathing heavily, his lip is busted and bleeding and his left eye is swelling up already. 

“Now, Mr. Peters, I'm a generous man. I’m going to give you 72 hours to get us the money.” I nod my head to Luka who punches him in the gut one last time. Kostya drops him to the floor as he wheezes and rolls around on the floor. I crouch down and grab his face “72 hours John. Don’t make me come back here” I let go of his face and walk out of the bedsit. Luka and Kostya follow me outside. The car is waiting and we all get in.

“Do you think he’ll pay up?” Luka asks while he wipes his knuckles. 

“Do they ever pay up?” I reply, Luka chuckles. Mischa hands Luka a fresh cloth and what looks like a bottle of sanitiser, Luka says something to him and he blushes. Interesting. 

“Mischa, lets go” Kostya bangs the roof of the car. Mischa comes out of his trance and thumbles with the keys he finally gets the car started and sets off back home. 

We arrive at the house and Pavel is waiting outside the front door, i get out of the car

“Your father wants to see you” he walks off, i follow him to the office. I walk in and sit on the sofa

“How did it go?” my father asks not even looking up from his papers

“We gave him a message, 72 hours to pay up”

“What about the daughter?” Pavel asks, i look at him

“She has the money if we squeeze her father enough she may pay for him” i reply

“Could we put pressure on her to pay his debts?” my father aks

“I’ll get Luka to get more information on her”

“Yes, do that. Keep me informed” my father replies, he never once looks at me which is usual. I leave him office and go to find Luka. Hes in the kitchen talking to Irina

“Luka, can you get information on Kelly Peters”

“How much information? The basic or more in depth?” he asks

“As much as you can get please. What's for dinner sis?” i ask, she gives me an evil glare “what?”

“I can’t wait til your married off then she can kick your ass” she replies

“I’m just asking” i smile at her

“Babushka is tired today so it’ll be pizza for dinner. Happy?”

“You know i love a good meat feast”