The Pakhan's Undoing

Chapter Five

Dominique

I don't know whether it was the soft purr of engines that arose me from my unconsciousness, or the strong smell of cigarettes that wafted in and out of my nose but I opened my eyes. For a while nothing registered in my head.

Then I remembered. Nikolai Rozanov. The devil was back and had come for me.

Someone was leaning over me. I looked up and tried to make out the figure in the dark. It was Nikolai. He held a fat cigar on between his fingers. He took a long drag and blew the smoke right in my face.

" I see you're awake. " He said. Hua voice thick with his Russian accent.

I tried to move but couldn't. That was when I realized that my hands and feet were bound tightly. It now dawned on me that I was in the middle of the road. Not a single soul was about.

" What is the meaning of this!!!! " I yelled at him.

" You're just in time for my show. You see I had to wait for you to wake up so you could witness it in a state of consciousness. " He said.

" What the f**k are you going to do to me?"

" I'm gonna run you over " He said calmly.

" What?? " I snorted in disbelief. " Don't be stupid. "

" Look at my car, pet. " Nikolai pointed.

My eyes followed his fingers. A few yards from where I laid was a black Cadillac escalade. The headlights were on and the engine was running.

Nikolai dropped his cigar on the floor and crushed it under his boot. He straightened up and walked lazily to the car. He opened the driver's side and got in slamming the door shut. He revved the engines. The car started moving towards me at a high speed.

" WHAT ARE YOU DOING? " I yelled trying to roll out if the way but I couldn't.

" Nikolai stop this madness. "

My eyes widened as the headlights came nearer and nearer.

" NIKOLAI!!!!! " I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut.

No hit. I waited a bit before opening my eyes. The car and stopped a few inches away from me. Nikolai got out of the car. He walked to me.

" I want to kill you, but I can't." He said lifting me up.

" Yay. I'm grateful. " I said in a bland voice

He opened the back of the car and dumped me on the floor. He whacked me on the head again and my eyes slowly closed.

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Cold water crashed over my head.

I jerked awake with a gasp.

For a second, I had no idea where I was.

Water dripped from my hair onto my face and coat.

I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the room. The room had no furniture I was laying on the floor.

Someone grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me upright.

I looked up.

A man stood in front of me, holding the empty bucket.

He was broad-shouldered, dressed entirely in black, with an expression that made it immediately clear he wasn't happy to see me.

He somehow looked like Nikolai. Also had a body full of tattoos. He was like the stockier version of Nikolai. He was stocky muscular while Nikolai was lean muscular. His hair was blond where Nikolai's were Black. His icy blue eyes stared at me like they wanted to see my innermost thoughts.

“Finally.” He said.

I coughed.

“Who the hell are you?”

His jaw tightened.

" I'm your worse nightmare. " He said slapping me across the face. My vision blurred. I had lost count of how many times my vision had blurred in the last few hours.

" Well you're not Nikolai so you're definitely not my worse nightmare. " I said raising my hand to rub my face. I glanced at my both hands my long, red stiletto nails were all in place. Not one was broken or scratched. That almost made me clap my hand gleefully. If I came out of this alive, I will definitely give my nail artist, Cindy an award.

" Then you're in for a big surprise. I don't know what Pakhan even sees in you. He should have disposed of you a long time ago. Worthless piece of rubbish. "

" Worthless!!!!! " I shrieked. "Don't insult me darling. I'm currently worth fifteen billions dollars in asset. "

" Well your net worth doesn't count here. " He said giving me a wicked grin.

" I don't even think you're that rich. Even if you are it must have taken decades to get there. I got there in four years "

He signaled to the second man. He nodded and held me while the one who held me by the hair, let go of my hair and held my other arm.

" A smart mouthed thing has no place here. " He said. " Here you'll have to learn respect and I have taken it upon myself to teach you just that. "

" Wow... " I began but the words died abruptly in my throat as a solid fist connected to my midsection.

I gasped. The men held me steady as the man, whoever he was delivered hard blows. The blows landed everywhere. My face, chest, ribcage. Everywhere. I couldn't scream. Not because I didn't want to but my voice box couldn't produce any sound.

" Big brother " I heard a small authoritative voice call out.

The punches stopped.

" Don't bruise him so much. You know Uncle hates bruised bodies. " The voice said.

The men let go of me and I fell to the ground. I weakly raised my head and saw a slim girl about early twenties standing by the doorway. She was tall and had silky black hair like Nikolai's.

" What are you doing here, Mary Jo." The man groaned out.

" Leave us. " The girl ordered. " I want to talk to him."

" Are you sure about that? " The man who had been beating me asked.

" Yes. Now leave. "

One by one they went out of the room closing the door behind them.

" You are the one. "

" Ummm... " I said wiping the blood from the side of my mouth.

" You're the one who betrayed my Uncle. " She said

" Yup... That would be me. "

" I hope you die painfully. " The hate in her voice was deep. " I hope you go through the same pain you put my Uncle through. "

I chuckled. Another person who hated me. Join the queue, honey.

" Well if you can't tell I'm already in a lot of pain. " I said.

" Pain??? You think this is pain??? You haven't seen anything yet. This is just the beginning. "

I smiled.

" Okay, honey. "

" Enjoy smiling while it lasts cause soon you'll have no reason to. " She said walking to the door

She turned the knob. Turning her head to take one last look at me, She said,

" Welcome to hell. "