The Emotionless Bride

Chapter 6

Ruslan Valetin

That night I had a great sleep after a very long shower and reliving myself thinking of my little red headed Ghost. After breakfast it had all gone downhill. My men phoning me that she wasn’t answering the front door to take in her parcel. They had to take it in. My little ghost is being cautious. I grabbed Stepan and we drove over to her place.

Maybe if I knock on the door she will answer as she has seen me before. The building was a strange one, it used to be a hotel, and someone brought it and made a block of flats. I didn’t like her being on the 4th floor as if she had to jump, she could get seriously hurt or killed. Doesn’t matter as soon she will be with me in my home.

Making our way up the stairs people coming down moved out of our way, their instinct making them move as a predator was here. I went to my men’s door first and they answered, no movement from her place and they have had the camera on 24/7 taking turns to watch it. She hasn’t left. I picked up the box and went across the hall to her place and knocked. Nothing.

I knocked again and still nothing. I looked down under the door no shadows. I called Stepan to me and asked him to call her number I got off Lucio. I heard the phone ring a few times then it stopped. Something wasn’t right. Lifting the letterbox, I told Stepan to ring again, listening I heard the phone ring and then a click. She has set it up to be diverted. I know that trick anywhere, I do it with my phone so it goes to my men, and they can answer when I am busy putting people in place if it is important then I can take it.

Asking Stepan to call one more time, I heard it again the click. Looking through the letterbox, it was dark in there. I pulled out my phone and put the flashlight on. Looking in again I see it was still, too still. The air hasn’t been disturbed in a while. Going across the hall I made my men pull up the camera footage, she was in there, Lev had managed to get the camera going to catch her slipping back into her place after she f****d with them. Not left since. Yet I feel she has somehow slipped out.

I pulled Sergey with me as he is the locksmith and got him to open her door. Flicking on the lights I see the air hasn’t been disturbed. Walking through the place was bare and immaculately clean. Would you think it was a show room being set up. No photos or anything to give away someone lived here. It was plain and bare of life. Searching through the place I see she wasn’t here.

Looking around for a hidden compartment I couldn’t find anything my anger was rising. Had someone taken her? How the f**k did she get out?

Leaning my head back letting out a sigh I noticed the ceiling was lower down in here. Following with my eyes, I got to the end and if you blinked you would miss it. Going to the chair in the corner I stood on it and see a latch, opening it, it led to a secret entrance, a small space for her to slip in.

At the middle part was a vent that was open. If I wasn’t annoyed, I would have laughed, though a small smile twitched on my lips. She really is a ghost and a damn good one. Setting my face back being cold, I made sure the parcel was put on her bed with the note of a job offer and money. We left locking up behind us. After speaking with my men, I left and went back home. I explained to Stepan what happened, he was impressed also. Looks like my girl likes to play games, and games I will give her. I wonder if she would do some in the bedroom. Shaking the thoughts out of my head as I didn’t want to make a fool of myself again, I hatched a plan for the gala ball.

The invites were sent out for a week’s time as I needed to find my little ghost.

Each day kept tickling by slowly, I am sure I was being tormented by the big guy upstairs, making me learn patience. It gave me a chance to go to my church and book it out for the day to marry my woman. I got a wedding co-ordinator to do everything. She will have two weeks, as we will get married a week after the gala ball.

A few times I had Lucio phone me to get details and what the theme is to wear, what charity the donations will go to, and if I have made up my mind on who I will marry. I just told him yes, let them do with what they will with the information I gave them.

I can just see that Sophia and Caterina getting excited. I wonder if she will wear another f*****g crown on her head. That will be fun to see. Especially when I announce Elisabetta as my wife not her. This put me in a good mood all week and my men wasn’t sure what to do with me.

The call came from Lev, my little ghost is back, just walked up the stairs past him and waltzed straight into her place. As if she hasn’t been missing for nearly a week. Apparently, she was soaked in blood, splattered across her face, in her hair and all over her clothes.

He didn’t see any wounds on her. As I hung up and ready to run to her place another call came through.

‘’Speak.’’ I snapped not needing to be disturbed right now.

‘’Boss, I have some news, it is not good.’’ Igor said said through the phone, wariness in his voice.

‘’Tell me.’’ And tell me he did. The German Don has been killed, mutilated. Carved in his chest, CHILD TRAFFIKER. This stopped me in my tracks. He then told me that most of his men the ones who knew and in on it have been killed. The guards who wasn’t worthy to know have been spared, but now they are out of work not sure what to do as the Don is dead.

I let Igor know to round up the men and bring them here, I will interview them and disperse them where I need them. After hanging up I got Lev to send me the camera footage of my ghost, I nearly fell out of my chair, he wasn’t lying when he said she was soaked in blood. It looked as if someone had thrown paint over her. Even through the black clothes you could see the blood shine under the lights. Her clothes pulling down from the weight of how much blood was on her, looking like she came out of a pool.

This got me thinking to how many men are dead, the details and photos sent to me. They died a painful death, some had their throats slit to bleed out slowly, others looked to be whipped and bled to death, a few was chained by their ankles hanging upside down, cut in half. That is some medieval s**t. The Don was in a electric chair, the head piece still on the carving was huge.

This got me thinking. The Don being dead and now she has arrived home covered in blood. Was my little ghost behind this? I need to investigate this more, especially the child trafficker part, which is another thing I hate is children being targeted. I do not tolerate children being brought into this world and unspeakable things done to them for money.

Stepan came over and see everything, his eyes wide, no words left him. I know how he feels, even I had no words, but pride. My little wife is a better killer than me, and I couldn’t be prouder.