Chapter5
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Nicholai's POV:
I say in my car as I contemplated on how best to make that old man pay for hurting my girl. Wait did I just call her my girl? Damn I must be going crazy.
I didn't need a coffee shop for whatever reason or I would have bought the place but that would also benefit the old hag for some reason. I reach for my phone and put a call across to Drew.
"Hey man what's up?" He chirped into the phone on the third ring. He seemed to be at a party as I could hear loud background music.
"Where the hell are you man? You're gonna ruin my ear drums "I replied lazily.
"At the club man. We still waiting for you"
Shit! I had forgotten we were opening a new club downtown. I should be there.
"Right. I'm heading over now so let's talk when I get there"
"Aye captain" Drew replied sarcastically.
I got to the club about an hour later. It was heavily crowded with drunk and sweaty bodies scattered all over the dance floor. It was almost impossible to see anyone's face. I headed to the VIP section to meet Drew, my father and two other men seated at a round table decorated with drinks and ash trays.
Strippers danced in front of us while we enjoyed the view. My father was the first to speak.
"You are yet to catch the Beserkers" He stated as he poured himself a drink.
"You run the gang the way you deem fit simply because you open new clubs and hotels everyday. You think it's all about selling off shipments. Now you have one loaded warehouse burnt to the ground yet you sit here and celebrate clubs" he finished off laughing as he poured himself another drink.
"The shipments bring in the money while the clubs hold it. I don't expect you to know that anyway"
I immediately stood up to leave with Drew following behind me. We walked to my car with me fuming. I hated to be in the same space with that man that calls himself my father.
"Relax Nick. We found Fernando and as you wanted, you can kill him yourself after he's told us about the Berserkers of course"
"And Macho?" I asked turning to face Drew.
"We couldn't find the fucker for now, but we will I promise".
"Do you remember the coffee shop Drew?"
" What about it?"
"I want it out of business before the week runs out"
"Why? Isn't that where your new toy works" be asks in amazement.
I slowly turn to look at him. "Don't you ever refer to her like that. She has a name and it's Hazel"
"Hmmm" Drew replied corking his head to the side. "You like this one. You really do Nick"
"You conducted the background check so I assume you already know her address. Have her brought to the office in the morning. We will be having a new staff"
Drew just kept smiling and shaking his head. I simply ignored him, got in my car and sped off.
As early as 6:00am I was down in the basement as Fernando was the first on my list for the day.
I waited for him to regain consciousness as one of my men poured water on him. I watched him struggle to keep his eyes open and groan from the pain of hanging upside down. I squatted to meet his eyes and stared at him menacingly.
"How did the Berserkers know about the warehouse?" I asked calmly but he kept quiet.
"Where's Macho and why did he escape with you?" I asked again, yet he was quiet.
"We can make this easy and snappy so everyone goes home happy or it can be hell for you and a lot of work for the boys to clean" I calmly stated as I walked over to the tools for torture, wearing my gloves and picking up a cutter still he wasn't talking, just groaning a few incoherent words in pain.
I wasn't about to let this fucker live anyway. Nobody betrays the gang and goes scot free.
"Fernando do you know why I'm called the Devil's spawn?" I asked with a corner of my lip breaking into a devilish smile. I lifted one of his fingers holding the cutter to it as he began to shake uncontrollably.
"How did the Berserkers know about the warehouse?" I asked for the last time. He shook his head vehemently as I pulled the cutter, clipping one of his fingers. He gave a loud cry with his body shaking uncontrollably.
"Now now easy there. Just give a simple but detailed answer. I've got things to do" I lifted another finger, smirking as I placed the cutter to it.
"No! No please! I…I was just following instructions. They have my wife and son please! I beg you!"
"Now we're talking. Who gave the order?" I asked releasing the cutter.
"I..I don't know. I just heard his automated voice, I didn't even see his face!" He replied crying and shaking.
"What about Macho?"
"I don't know either. He helped me and disappeared. We didn't even leave together"
" No one crosses the gang Fernando, you know that. I'll take responsibility for your wife and son. Say hello to the devil for me". I said corking my gun.
"No wait! Please I'm sorry!" I pulled the trigger and he went silent as his blood splattered all over my face.
"Clean it up" I ordered the boys around.
Hazel's POV:
I heard the door bell ding from the kitchen. We weren't expecting anyone so who could it be?
"Adriana! Please get the door!" I yelled from the kitchen.
Adriana opened the door to meet two handsome but mean looking men.
"Hello we're looking for Miss Hazel Micheals" one of them stated calmly.
"Umm… hold on a sec" Adriana closed the door and returned to the kitchen.
"There are two men outside the door looking for you. Have you offended anyone because they looked kinda mean" she asked with concern. I shook my head puzzled as I walked to the door.
"Hi I'm Hazel. How can I help you gentlemen?" I asked them, my voice laced with uncertainty.
"Someone wants to see you. Please come with us"
I looked back at Adriana hoping she would call the cops should anything happen. This men looked serious and defying them may cause me further problems.
We got to a giant building with the inscription 'Skylark'. I was ushered into the building. It was filled with people going about their business. 'This is a company anyway, nothing's gonna happen right?' I thought as I was ushered into an elevator going to the 4th floor. We arrived at a door and one of the men ushered me in.
I walked in and sat down patiently waiting for whoever needed to see me and for what reason.
"Hazel Micheals?" I suddenly heard a deep masculine voice behind me. I turned around to meet a pair of captivating blue eyes staring intently at me.
"I want you to work for me"
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