Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 38: Chapter 38

-Nikolai.
The gunshot rang out the entire dining room. Everyone glanced at me and then diverted their gazes back to their meals not questioning me or my authority.
The Russells seemed wary of my decision to kill my own men off.
The truth is he had pissed me off two months ago and since then I have been trying to get my revenge. He had shown a desire to marry Evangeline and that for some reason pissed me the fuck off. Leaning back, I rested a forearm on the table. Anger burned in my chest, I had to keep it in check so, I won't kill every single fucking person in here. And I really wanted to put a bullet in Paul Russell's head. Grace's mother showed her distaste by glaring directly at me. Apparently, she did not like the idea of blood while she was peacefully eating her dinner. Why the fuck was she married to a Don then? I'm pretty sure Paul had done some pretty fucked shit in front of his family. It was the reason Grace turned out to be a fucking walking disaster.
In all honestly, this whole fucking thing was pissing me off. The fucking marriage charade. I was fucking pissed off and I needed something to take my anger out. Unfortunately for my soldier, he had to take a burn from it.
Having enough of this fucking family dinners, I got up from the table, excusing myself. My father's glare followed me and Grace clutched my wrists.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Going up to my bedroom for a smoke."
I headed towards the elevator and pushed the fucking button. I waited until I heard the clicking of the heels behind me. I didn't need to turn to see who it fucking was. Grace fucking Russell just didn't know when to fucking back off. I ran a tired hand down my face as the elevator doors slid open.
I walked inside and Grace followed me in, smiling coyly at me. I got off the top floor and so did she, I headed towards the rooftop and pulled out the cigar from my pocket. I lit it up and inhaled, relishing the familiar taste of nicotine spreading through my body.
Grace came running beside me. "Want a smoke?" I asked her.
She looked taken aback but then took the cigar from me, taking a long drag-a big fucking mistake. She coughed violently the second the cigar left her lips.
"How do you smoke that thing?" she asked, her eyes watered.
"Habit" I just said.
"Niko, I wanted to ask you something"
I rolled my shoulders to get rid of the fucking tension. "What is it?"
"I want to know what you feel about me?"
I took a long drag of the cigar and glanced at her. She looked up at me innocently as if she wasn't the biggest cocked-up barbie of the British Crime Firm.
How do you tell a person that you hate their fucking guts without actually hurting their feelings?
The answer is...
You can't.
I snuffed out the cigar on the banister and flicked it on the ground before turning to go down to my bedroom, Grace followed me. Asking me to answer her questions again and again but ignored her and went inside my bedroom. And she fucking followed me there too.
When Grace didn't get the answer she wanted, she started to ramble about the wedding planning. She had been at it since my father had pushed the date of the wedding up. I sat at the edge of my bed, my elbows on my knees as I listened to her list of some kind of fucking flowers.
"Grace, I'm fucking tired, can we do this tomorrow?"
Grace looked taken aback by my response but then she smiled. "Of course, if that's what you want."
Grace and I were in Sicily, Italy. We had come here for the wedding parties and fuck, if it wasn't the worse kind of torture to ever exist. All day long, people came to me to fucking congratulate me. I had no idea why marriage was such a big fucking deal in the first place. I had never handed out more thank yous than I did today, specifically to puny old ladies.
I was still getting back to normal. My mother's death had thrown me off my game and made me lose my focus. I don't fucking like to lose my focus, attention, or control.
Dismissing Grace out of my bedroom, I walked to the bathroom to take a shower. I took off my clothes and stood under the shower, letting the waterfall all over me. I closed my eyes and she flashed before my eyes.
I hadn't touched any woman in more than a month. I couldn't, every other girl felt ordinary compared to her. She moved out of my house a month ago and fuck it, it made me want to strangle her.
I knew once I touched her, there will be no going back. I needed her, I wanted her, she had become my addiction and that was the reason I couldn't fucking have her.
And the most fucked up thing was, I didn't crave her body as much as I craved listening to her talk. The sound of her infectious laugh was fucking haunting my thoughts. If it was only about her body, I would have understood, that it was the self-indulgent Costello bastard in me but fuck it, I wanted to talk to her, listen to her spew out long fucking sentences that doesn't even make much sense.
I was fucked.
I finished up my shower, put on my boxer, and walked back to my bedroom. I frowned as I noticed Grace still sitting on my bed.
"Go to your room, Grace"
"Why?" she pouted and then crawled over the wrinkled bedsheet like a tigress. She knew how to seduce men but sadly, it won't fucking work on me.
I wanted it to work on me but the only thing that turns me on nowadays is dark hair, big brown eyes, plump round ass, perfect perky tits, and it fucking starts with an E and ends with a fucking E.
"I'm not bedding you before our wedding."
She grinned. "When have you turned so old-fashioned?"
"Since my father wants me to give you the respect you deserve as my wife," I told her, glaring at her, letting her know that her presence wasn't fucking needed here.
Her shoulders sagged, she tucked her hair behind her ears from both sides and sighed. "Do you not like me, Niko?"
I let out a breath, not this again. "I'm marrying you, aren't I?"
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Not by choice! You're marrying me because it is expected of us."
"Grace, I'm in no mood to have this conversation with you right now. I just want to get some fucking rest."
She glared at me and then stomped out of the room like a fucking brat she was. I sat down on my bed and held my head in my hands. My cell phone vibrated, I grabbed it and stared at the screen for a few minutes Evangeline.
I picked up the call faster than I should have. "Evangeline?"
I didn't hear her voice in return but a muffled sobbing. It was her, why the fuck was she crying?
"Now I'm gonna take this hand off your mouth and you will not make a fucking sound, yeah?"
An unknown voice came from her side. I knew then that she was in fucking trouble. I pulled out my other cell phone from the drawer and dialed Scott's number. It rang a few times but he didn't fucking pick up.
I heard more muffled sobbing, fuck, something fucking twisted in my gut. She called me, she was in fucking trouble and she called me, and here I was across the fucking world.
"If you made a sound or did anything stupid, I'm gonna hurt you, princess and I'm gonna have so much fun cutting you up"
Like hell, you fucking are, you motherfucking asshole. I heard the sound of her crying miserably. I tried to recognize the voice. It was one of Ignacio's men for sure but I didn't know which bastard he was. I was going to make his death fucking painful.
"Now, princess, you're gonna be a good little girl and when I get off you, you're gonna get up and follow me out of the house silently. If you make a sound or any sudden movement, I'm gonna shove this knife in your neck, got it?"
I heard some muffled shuffling and then a stern, "Move!"
He was taking her with him, he was fucking taking her with him. I paced around in my room. I have never felt so much fucking helpless in my life before.
Scott finally picked up. "Scott, I want you to get your ass down to her house, she is in fucking trouble. I needed you to take as many men with you as possible. I need her fucking safe and sound, you hear me!" "On it, Niko"
The line went dead but my agitation grew more. The urge to fucking kill the bastard who had touched her crept up like a blazing inferno, burning in my chest like wildfire.
I called Alessandro and told him that I needed my private jet ready in an hour. The wedding ceremony was in two days but I could care less about it when Evangeline was in danger.
The plane hit the tarmac and the first thing I did was dial Scott's number. I descended the airstairs as Scott picked up the call.
"What happened?"
"They took her, Niko. I got there a little too late. They killed off our men on the gates and took her."
"Fuck! FUCK!"
I went to my warehouse because I need to know what had happened and how it had fucking happened. I needed a plan, a fucking plan to get her back but before that, I needed to know who the fuck had the balls to steal something that belongs to me.
This is what the underworld is about. No one is safe here, not if you're the fucking boss, not if you're a soldier. Our daughters, sister, and wives were used, raped, and beaten because our enemies needed just a single weakness to grab you by the balls. It's what I would have done, too. I'm not above exploiting my enemies' weaknesses, no matter how fucking innocent the weakness is.
I was going fucking crazy thinking about the things that could happen to her. The way these men could exploit her, and abuse her. She didn't deserve this, she didn't fucking deserve any of it.
I went to her where she had been staying. I looked for something, a fucking clue to lead to those bastards that had taken her. I looked at her stuff scattered around and something tightened in my throat and pierced me in the fucking chest.
Scott was restless as well, I know he has grown to care about her. In the last month, she only spent most of her time with Scott. I should have never listened to her. I should have never allowed her to live in this cursed fucking house. All of my men were killed, their necks cut off before they took her.
I will go fucking crazy if they did anything to her, I'll wipe Ignacio Reyes and his family from the face of the earth.
A week passed by, a fucking week and I was nowhere close to finding her. The things that they could do to a teenage girl in a week were immeasurable. The thought that she might be dead messed with my sanity. The urge to drown myself in alcohol was strong but I stopped myself. I didn't want to become that person anymore, the person who drove her away
My father was going crazy as I had missed my own wedding. It was an insult to Paul Russell but I could care less about any of that right now. The only thing that concerned me was Evangeline's safety.
My phone buzzed and glanced at it to see an unknown number was calling me. The thought that it could be her kidnapper asking for ransom made me alert.
"I heard you were looking for her, Don Niko?" that was the first question the person on the other end had asked.
I gritted my teeth. "Mark..."
"Can I trust you with her safety? Because I love her like my own child and I can't save her, I can't do shit for her."
"Where is she?"
"He had beaten her to a pulp, she can't walk, heck, she can't even sit. She is a child, she had nothing to do with all of this."
Tension coiled beneath my skin, and I gave in and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and took a long fucking sip. "Where. Is. She?"
"Ignacio Reyes."
I stood from behind the desk, slammed the bottle back on it, fist clenched at my side. My blood boiled at the mere mention of his name.
"I'll send you the location of the place he is keeping her."
"How do I know that it's not a trap?"
"I know who you are, I know what you can do, what you are capable of. You have more men at your disposal than Ignacio Reyes could ever possess," the line went dead after that and a few seconds later my phone buzzed and I got his location.
It could be a trap but for her, I was willing to take that risk.
I will bring hell upon every single Reyes there is.