Nikolay
She was absolutely beautiful. I looked into her gorgeous green eyes and smiled. I put a hand on each side of her face and kissed her softly. "You're beautiful, my darling." I whispered as she giggled. She got up and pulled me up with her. She was the kind of girl that I would follow to the ends of the Earth and back for.
She was adventurous and was always bothering me about leaving New York City to travel. I owned a house in Miami as well as one in Russia. I wanted to take her to the place where I was born in Moscow. Every son of my father and grandfather was born in the homeland as our parents called it.
I had fallen madly in love with this girl and I wanted to give up this death and violence filled life for her. I would give anything to protect her from harm. She would be safe as long as she was with me. I had never met a girl like that in my life but she was absolutely beautiful. She looked so sweet as she ran towards me, arms open. I picked her up in my arms and swung her around, kissing her and holding her close. I wanted that again.
I woke abruptly to a loud knock on my door. "Who the hell is it?" I yelled.
"It's your mother! We need to talk." She yelled back.
"Fine, let me get dressed." Great. This was going to be a conversation that I would regret later, I just knew it. I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I opened the door and in flew my mother.
"Your father is an i***t, Niko! He's forcing me to move out of MY house! And why?" I didn't really care right now. I loved my mother dearly but she was very dramatic.
"Why?" I asked her even though I didn't care.
"That w***e of his is moving in, Niko! Talk some damn sense into him! Please!" This was shock to me, I figured it was because she was complaining more and getting to the point where he couldn't stand her. Since when did my father have a mistress?
"What do you mean? Are you sure you aren't overreacting to him being flirty? You know how he can get when he's been drinking." I tried to calm her down with a hug. She was about to go insane.
"I know that when I walk in on MY husband in OUR bed with ANOTHER WOMAN that it's not just flirting Nikolay! I'm not an i***t!" She screamed at me. I held my hands up in surrender.
"I'll talk to him whenever I get back from business, mother. Now get out so I can get ready." I shooed her out of my room and locked the door behind her.
I quickly showered and got dressed in an all black suit with a gray button down shirt. I walked downstairs to the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat before we had to leave.
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We were driving to invade the Italian's nightclub in Manhattan when my phone rang. "What?" I said coldly into the phone.
"Boss, the Italian's guy Marco is there with five enforcers." Alexei, my captain of security said worriedly.
"I should be worried about the Italian's underboss? You should call me with actual problems Alexei." I hung up the phone.
"Alexei said the Italian's underboss is there?" Demitry, my right hand and my brother, spoke to me quietly.
"Nothing we can't handle." I confidently laughed. The Italians had it coming after killing three of the women from one of the families that we protected last week. I would tear them apart and throw a party to celebrate taking over their club. We pulled up to the club and Demitry along with five of our best enforcers got out before me. We ran to the back door and quietly opened it so no one would know that we were here yet. No one was there so we continued through the back to where they kept their girls. We weren't leaving anyone alive. I hope Marco's girl hadn't planned on him coming home tonight. He was as good as dead.
I was yearning for their blood as often as possible since they killed my late fiancee. We all put the silencers on our guns and got ready for the real fun. We walked up to the dressing room door, quietly opening it and I gave the cue to open fire. They were all dead within a minute. My men walked through each of the next rooms and killed everyone in sight. We finally got into the main hall and there was Marco with five other Italians, four of their girls, and . We opened fire again and I ran for Marco and the table. Demitry ran right beside me, pulling his knife as he fired his gun to cover me.
Marco stood up and went to run but I tackled him before he could move. Demitry killed each of the men sitting close to him. I slashed my knife across his arms twice and it grazed his face at least three times. I punched him hard and held a gun to his head. "You're dying today." He punched me square in the gut and I fell back. I didn't expect him to fight back. As he got up and ran out of the door with one sole surviving guard, something fell out of his wallet. I picked it up and it was picture of a beautiful girl with long brown hair and green eyes. I'd seen this girl before. Where had I seen her? She looked exactly like the girl in my dreams.
I got back in the car with my men and we went home. I didn't clean up Italian blood in Italian territory, that was for them to mess with. "That was easy." I sighed as I stared at the girl in the picture.
"What's that Niko?" Demitry asked.
"Some picture that fell out of Marco's pocket. I want this girl found and invited to my party. I don't care who she is." I gave the picture to Demitry.
"I'll do my best. What if she doesn't show?" He c****d his head to the side.
"We'll make her show. I want to know everything about her and what her connection to Marco is. She can't be innocent in all of this. If that's his woman...I'm going to kill her." I smirked and sat back in the seat.
"Why not take her and keep her and torture her for information?"
"Demitry, you know I would do that too, but in the end...she will die." It was silent the rest of the way back to the house. We got back and I walked into the house soaked in blood and my mother stared at me in shock.
"Niko! What happened?" She ran to me and grabbed my face with both of her hands.
"It's business. We didn't have a single casualty but god they had at least fifty." I walked away from her and to my room. I locked the door behind me and went to shower. I had a few meetings with some of the heads of families and then had to talk to my father about this s**t going on with my mother.