Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 64: Chapter 64

-Nikolai.
*Splash*
"Rise and shine, fucktard" Alessandro announced splashing a bucket of water onto the shooter's face.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a British accent. I didn't have to think twice to know whose man he was. Russells had some fucking nerve to mess with me, to mess with my wife.
His hands were bound to the ceiling and his feet were tightly bound to the floor in a dingy cell. His face is bruised and he may have a broken bone or two. He whimpered in pain as ice-cold water trickled down his bloodied face and body.
I bet he was feeling good when he shot my wife.
The shooter looked around before his eyes settle on me. He knew who I was and why I was here. He took in his surroundings when another bucket of ice-cold water was thrown over his face, followed by another and another.
"Stop!" he said, his breathing ragged and short. "Please!" he begged while coughing out water that entered his lungs.
"Who sent you?" I asked
"You know who sent me," he coughed.
"Who gave the order?"
"Grace Russell."
I scoffed. He wasn't fun, it's fun when they struggle and welcome the pain. When they cry out in agony and still refuse name names. This wasn't fun, a few buckets of cold water and he gave up the name. I wasn't done with him yet, he shot my wife.
He shot her and now she is lying in that hospital bed fucking unconscious. He had the nerve to point his gun in her direction. He thought he'd get away with it. He thought he'd get away with shooting my wife.
He came outside that restaurant with the intention to kill her. He wanted to kill her. He could have killed her. If he hadn't missed, she could have been six feet under the ground by now.
No, no, I wasn't done with this man at all.
I want him to suffer. I wanted him to cry for mercy. I want him to die. I want to cut off his hands and burn them. I want to give his fucking hands to my wife, so, she could burn them. Maybe, we'll burn them together after she's healed.
Ignacio and all his men didn't have hands anymore because they touched what's mine and this guy, this fucking pathetic vermin tried to kill her.
I was not done with him
I walked to the corner and surveyed the torture devices Alessandro had hung on the wall. Alessandro Costello was creative with his torture devices, I gotta hand it to him because I had a sudden urge to use them all and use them on this fucking man who tried to kill my wife. 2
I picked up the baseball bat from the far right corner. It was covered with barbed wire, deadly spikes were sticking out in all different directions.
I turned back to the man and watched as his eyes became the size of saucers. "No, look, I told you the truth. I'm just their hitman, they give me a picture and a name, and I just follow orders."
"Did you know that you were ordered to kill Nikolai Costello's wife?" I asked, mockingly swinging the bat.
"No," his voice shook.
"Liar... I hate liars," I smiled at him.
"Yes, yes, I knew. It's my job!"
I rolled the bat in the air as I watched him. "If you had come to me instead of killing my wife, I would have rewarded you."
"My loyalties are with Russells..." he cried like a child.
"Did nobody tell you? I'm at war with the Russells," I said and stood behind him. "What's your name?"
"Jamie..." he cried as he tried to look at me from over his shoulder.
"Well, Jamie, this is for pointing your gun in my wife's direction."
I swung the bat back and slammed
into his back with all my might. Screams, his scream soothed my nerves. It was the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.
"Louder, you asshole, scream louder!" I swung the bat back again before slamming it into the same spot.
I laughed as a large chunk of his flesh clung to the bat. I kept hitting the same area at his back over and over again until I could see the bone, his backbone.
I had been going at him for the last five minutes and I was so into it that I didn't notice that he had stopped struggling. He had stopped screaming, and his head lulled from side to side. A huge puddle of blood had accumulated at my feet.
I looked at the bat in my hand and saw chunks of meat and skin attached to it. My eyes feasted on it, I reveled in his misery. I'm sure he didn't feel this good when he shot my wife.
I dropped the bloodied bat on the floor and came to his front. I slapped him across the face, "Hey, I'm not done with you, fucking get up!"
"He's done, Niko," Alessandro voiced from behind me.
Even his death pissed me off. This was too easy, too damn fucking easy. I watched my wife bleed on the sidewalk, I couldn't get that sight out of my mind. I couldn't get the sight of her lying in that hospital bed
out of my mind.
"I need more," I whispered but Alessandro heard it.
"Ignacio... it's been a few days. I feel like today is the day he will break," Alessandro had a wicked smirk on his face.
He was enjoying this, he certainly enjoyed the fucking show. I nodded as we stepped out of Jamie's cell, leaving his dead body there for rats and rodents to eat.
We walked down the hallways to get to Ignacio's cell when Alessandro spoke. "When do I get to officially meet the new sister-in-law?" 2
"When she's healed," I answered.
"She must be a hell of a woman to have you so whipped, Niko." he snickered.
"She is an eighteen-year-old girl."
A stupid, stupid girl. I have no idea what she has that makes me lose my shit.
He laughed, "Would love to meet her."
"Soon..."
He pulled out a key and unlocked the giant, rusted padlock of Ignacio's cell. He opened the door wide for me and waited for me to enter. I entered the cell and Alessandro followed behind.
The stench of rotten meat hit my nose, I cringed as Alessandro turned the lights on. Ignacio was kneeling on the ground, his arms were bound to the wall with chains and his wrists were bandaged.
I didn't want him dying on me. That would ruin all the fun.
"Ignacio!"
He squinted his eyes due to the light and groaned in pain. "Niko..."
"I paid a visit to your beautiful daughter," I laughed. "She didn't like me very much."
Ignacio struggled against the heavy metal chains that were bounding him. He looked ready to murder me. "Leave my children out of it, Niko."
I wasn't a weak man, I don't kill or attack helpless women and children even if they were my enemies. I may not be a man with high morals but I wasn't desperate enough to target innocent children. 1
"You started it, didn't you? When you kidnapped a certain girl from her bed."
"IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU! I didn't even know that you knew her not until you started looking for her and she blurted out your name!" he yelled out, desperation visible in his eyes.
This new piece of information surprised me. If it had nothing to do with me then why would he take her? How the fuck did he know about her? Her existence is still a mystery to most people.
"What the fuck do you mean?"
"I'll tell you if you promise to leave my children out of it," he again tried to get out of the heavy metal chains.
"You get to decide their fate. I'm trusting you with your children's lives here, Ignacio. If you fucking lied to me, your children's fates are sealed, I won't show mercy"
"My son is ten, my daughter is sixteen years old."
I let out a dry breath. "You tried to rape a teenage girl too, your brother and men molested her, you didn't bat an eye then, did you? You fucking started it, don't expect an ounce of mercy from me for your
daughter. The truth or she'll be a pass around for my soldiers."
His jaw clenched. "Elijah, I took the girl because of Elijah."
I dragged a chair from the corner of the room to the middle in front of Ignacio. I sat down and placed one leg over the other. "What business did you have with Elijah?"
"He was the mole, Niko," he announced and laughed, "... the day he died the intel on you stopped."
I clenched my jaw, my hands balled into fists as the urge to pull Elijah out of his fucking grave and beat the shit out of him crept up. 1
"How would I know you're telling the truth?"
"Elijah had plans to leave the Cosa Nostra since you took over. He knew the only way out is death but he had a plan, a foolproof plan."
I nodded, I knew Elijah was planning to leave. "What was it?"
"I don't know! I have no fucking idea! A month before his death, he called me. He asked me if I wanted to avenge my father's murder. He was going to give me something, a custom-made key to be precise but the
fucker died before he could hand it to me."
"A key to what?"
"Elijah's lair"
I raised an eyebrow. "His lair?"
He nodded with a pained smile on his face. "There is a lair, under his mansion. Elijah Bolton had built a lair under his mansion, he was going to give the control to me. He said that he wants you to be distracted
when he leaves. He gets to leave and I get to have my revenge, it was a win-win situation until the motherfucker died."
"Why not just fucking blow up the fucking door?"
"It's bombproof, Niko, even if it wasn't, the information inside is too valuable."
A muscle in my jaw twitched. "What's in it? The intel on me? Our plans? Our hideouts? What?"
"I don't fucking know. The key is named Evangeline, Mark Leopold, his butler told me about his daughter. He told me that Elijah had a daughter named Evangeline and she fell right into our laps when she move
back into the mansion." 2
I got off my chair and walked around it. Anger consumed me, Elijah had some fucking nerve. I ran a hand down my face and turned to Ignacio again. "Did it open?"
"What opened?"
I pulled my lower lip and scraped my teeth over it in aggression. "The fucking lair did it open when you had Evangeline?!"
"I scanned her face, one of the doors opened, and then there was another fucking door. It needed a key. I don't have it, she does. I don't know where, I don't know how, Evangeline is Bolton's daughter, and
either she is a key or she has the key. I don't fucking know, that piece of shit liked riddles."
Having had enough of his bullshit I pulled out my gun and shot him in the fucking thigh. He cursed out in Spanish before hunching over.
I strode out of his cell before I blow his fucking brain out. I called Scott and he picked up after a single ring.
"Niko?"
"I want you to go over to Bolton's mansion and find out if there is an underground lair that belonged to Elijah. I need to know about it in an hour, Scott. Take the fucking men and turn the whole fucking place
upside down!"
"What the fuck?!"
"Now!"
"On it, boss."
He hung up and I still couldn't control myself. I needed something to take this fucking anger out. I needed a drink, a fucking drink. I promised myself that I won't drink after I lost control the last time and almost
forced myself on her but fuck this was torture.
My phone rang again and I picked up without looking. "What?"
"Is this Mr. Costello?"
"Yes..." I gritted my teeth.
"Sir, I'm calling from The City Hospital