The Omega The Enemy Alpha Claimed

The Omega The Enemy Alpha Claimed chapter 3

Chapter 2: The Stay for the Study Hours

He stood by the glass walls staring down at the City, eyes scanning the layout, yet looking at nothing.

A man in black suit, black glasses, Viktor Voronin stood at the other end of the door. He was almost expressionless, but had a subtle display of hesitation. His hand hovered above the handle, contemplating if to open it. As he was about to knock the door, “Come in" the voice from inside commanded.

The man came in. He's been his most trusted lieutenant… the man who spoke when he chose silence.

"Sir, that rumours…” he almost started.

But Aaron raised his hand, a silent gesture yet powerful command. “Bring him in," he ordered. Viktor bent his head and left the room.

Aaron sat down on his black chair, or rather the throne of his empire. A file lay open in front of him. He frowned slightly as he flipped the pages over. At 22, he appeared too old to be what he is.

Aaron Volkov, the name itself carried weight. No one dared say it aloud but every conversation of the mafia world has his name in it. He had all of the Russian crimes under him. Be it kidnapping, drug dealing, smuggling… he controlled it. His single gesture operated the entire Russian underworld. You name the crime, he had the criminals in his pocket… with the biggest being the policemen.

The transportation of his goods was intercepted by someone, bold enough to dare touch his property, or stupid enough to call out their death… It was a futile attempt, but someone did try.

How?

How was this possible, when all of his plans are executed in the darkest hour of night, far away from any ear?

A rumour surpassed that one of his men had some hand involved. So feeble, that it wouldn't have survived a whisper of pressure… but it did spread!

He was still looking at the files, absent mindedly, calculating the consequences of every ‘if’ possible.

According to the statistics, the probability was 0.9%. Almost negligible. But he saw this as a number too big to ignore.

It was his rule… If such low numbers are allowed to survive, they might ascend. With this the risk might ascend. And he didn't risk the consequences, he uprooted the cause of it.

Suddenly he knocked.

“Come in."

Viktor entered with 4 more men. Among them was a man, tall, dark and dangerous, or at least his looks were. The scar on his face stretched from cheek to chin felt older than Aaron himself. But his eyes were different. They were filled with fear… fear of the person he was facing.

Aaron casually got up. He took a few slow and deliberate steps towards him. The man bent his head.

Aaron stopped right in front of him. His eyes scanned all the way from top to bottom.

Suddenly the time passed slowly. Every second felt endless. Everyone present in the room dropped their gazes. Their chests tightened with heaviness.

They knew the rule… If he glared at someone for a minute unblinking, that is always the last time the person was seen.

Now he was looking at this man. His hands began twitching… a cold drop of sweat ran down along his temple.

“Why?" He asked. Too calm, too low… that it made chills run down the spine.

The man stiffened. Panic flickered all across him. "I–I didn't do it–I wasn't even there–...!”

Aaron scoffed. A faint twitch at the edge of his lips… Gone in a fraction of second. The man halted mid sentence… his mistake was caught.