Chapter 5

Dimitrios 

What matters for me is business and I have never spared anyone who had created obstacles in the path of my smoothly running business. Be it my stepbrother or my most trusted man, betrayal means Death. 

Painful or brutal. And I know how things would be taken care of. Russian Government does know who is Bratva and who is the next one. The blood runs in our veins only. We have everything around us and we can provide what others need as long as they follow our instructions. It is not easy to gain trust in this world and once you earn it you can't just walk away swaying your hips. I personally erase every single living being who has ever dared to step out of our world with our permission or without because we don't permit it. 

The Bratva didn't come out in a single day. It took years to form such a strong alliance and the major group. And I would never let it fall no matter what I have to do with it. 

"Boss, we have reached the club." I was sitting in the back seat with my fingers on my lips leaning my head back. There was no plan to come to this club at this time. One unavoidable situation dragged me into this area where my presence was not even required. The situation could be handled by Igor but the man who was involved is a close one to me and I chose to visit him personally.

"Tell Igor to arrange everything."

I walked inside the buzzing club with semi nudes whores, strippers, and many more. Of course, the business was running fine and my men made it clear that people would not get notified about my arrival. I didn't want undue attention at that moment. 

"Boss this way." One of the club members guided me to one of the V.I.P's rooms first to show me the situation. I sat there with the other two men. One of them was Russian and one was German. I don't care about their breed, all I wanted was the information that I was seeking. 

"Bratva....." The man with a pale face whom I found Russian got up from the couch to initiate a conversation but my left hand raised to stop him in his track. I took my time to sit opposite them with my back leaning on the soft black leather of the couch. 

"I didn't come here to listen to your excuse Ivan. I want to know why?"

There was an awkward silence between us. I found Igor stepping inside and standing near my couch with his eyes fixed on those men with his hawk-like eyes. His predatory gaze didn't leave them for a second and his actions were restrained because of my order. 

"Igor put the money in front of them," I announced and smiled at them whereas Igor moved forward and motioned his fingers to a man who brought two black briefcases and placed them on the glass table kept in between us.

"Open it." I moved my hand to show the gesture. Someone from the club came in front and opened those two. With two consecutive click sounds there came another big sigh and an exclamation sigh too. 

"Nick, hope this amount is fine." I looked at Nick who was already sweating like a pig but what I noticed more was the calm gesture of the German man named Christian.

There was something off about him. Even though his eyes glittered up seeing the money he didn't express anything later on. I was still examining Christian when Nick blurted out the most common statement we people see in every single movie.

"I am sorry. This won't happen again. Forgive me for this time."

"Wow...." A dry laugh left my mouth when I realized that my techniques are always good to practice. 

"But I didn't ask for it. I have a small job for you."

Nick's jaw dropped on the ground hearing my words. Of course, he would be thinking that how could I offer him another job after knowing everything. 

"Bratva....I... What...Job... " He was still stuttering when Igor came forward and placed two guns in front of us on the table. Both Christian and Nick's eyes went bigger watching those guns but only stared at each other to look for the answer which wasn't there.

"Kill him and earn your freedom." I pointed my index finger towards Christian and asked Nick to do the job. He was shocked beyond anything and was still looking dumbfounded where are Christian was first to react.

In a moment he grabbed the second gun and pointed at Nick who was still in utter shock.

"What the f**k.?" His shocking growl had nothing to do as Christian cocked the bolt and was ready to fire at Nick.

"Sorry man. But it was you who suppose to die." Christian laughed a little but I didn't let it complete. My eyes moved towards Igor who was keenly watching them. He was calculating each of their moves and actions. 

Nick was supposed to close his eyes when Christian was almost on the verge of pulling the trigger but a loud gunshot made them both shocked. Only one of them didn't get the chance to react and that was none other than Christian. 

Igor did his job and finished him with one shot. The blood splattered all over Nick's face who was digesting those facts. 

"Bratva......." My annotation came as a whisper from his mouth when he saw the lifeless body of Christian. His face lost all the colors except the red that was painted due to the blood. 

"Yes..... Isn't that the safest way to reimburse the loss? Betrayal can never be forgiven, Nick. In our business traitors are always treated like shit."

The very next moment I found him kneeling in front of me and there I saw the best part of what I always crave. 

"Fear." 

Every single person I met in my life had fear in their eyes which made my hunger more prominent. I seek their stuttering in front of me. I wish to see them sweating in fear because that is how I can make sure, they won't betray me anymore. But here I was mistaken. He betrayed and nothing could be left unnoticed as long as I'm alive.

"You are no longer required in my gang, Nick. I am sparing your life considering the blood and sweat you put for us." 

I stood up from the couch and motioned Igor to leave the room. Within two minutes the room was emptied and we all were walking through the corridor. 

"Boss. We shouldn't have left him alive... He might....." Another member of the club was about to finish his words when we all heard a gunshot. A small smile erupted on Igor's face followed by mine. 

"You can send your men to clean off the room. Dump those bodies." Igor instructed the rest of the members where was I walked away with a smile of triumph. The man's eyes widened hearing the instructions as he saw the confidence I had and Igor too while informing about the death of Nick. He didn't expect to know that Nick would kill himself.

Nobody noticed except Igor that I left another gun inside the room. 

Nick had no choice left except to shoot himself. Christian and Nick both betrayed me but the moment I ordered Igor to finish Christian the plan was already done. Nick couldn't go back to the old hag who paid him to plot against him because once Christian is dead, none would believe that he wouldn't double-cross. So he was left with one choice. 

"Killing Himself." 

I spared his life to kill him with his own hands. He would understand how does it feel to be betrayed. 

Igor and I left as the rest of the business in the club was going smooth. My father taught me this a long time back. Once you leave the traitor to reach its root and make sure that the other is dead, the one who is the mastermind would never believe him again. Because betrayal is something that runs in their blood and they either kill themselves or the opponent would kill them in fear of getting exposed. So in a nutshell I won the bloodshed without soaking my hands in it. 

"Xavier would be there to drive you boss." I heard Igor saying while I was walking towards my car.

"Tell him to drive back the other car. I want to drive by myself." 

I turned my face to meet Igor's eyes. I had never thought Igor would be someone who would be so close to me. We are quite opposite but if there is someone who can speak something on my face, that is Igor.

"Got it." One word and he left. One more advantage of having Igor is, he understands me quite well like a brother. I choose to drive alone only when I need to think of something bigger. And that day I needed to plan and reassure a lot of things. Nick's betrayal was something that opened one door to us. A final reminder of the upcoming storm. The war wasn't declared but all I could see was the could forming for that. 

The crown is not something that could be earned easily but for sure, there would be a lot of other parameters and I know how it gets that. Taking the car keys I walked towards my car and got Inside. I let out a deep sigh and placed my hand on the tie. Loosening it a bit, I cocked my neck at left and right making some cracking sound. Igniting the engine I made my beast roared while cutting through the pitch-black road to reach my mansion. 

Minutes passed my hands settled on the steering wheel eyes on the road while jotting down my next plots. Even though I was drowned in my thoughts, my ears didn't miss the slightest sounds of movements. 

After Nick's incident I was already alerted but what I didn't expect was two soft hands around my neck that too one of them was holding a knife. 

"What the f**k," I growled and due to the sharp reflex my left hand grabbed the small one that was holding the knife aimed at the main vein of my neck. If there was any other person with a lesser experience he would have gotten himself stabbed nicely as the owner was quite furious at that time. 

"You....." Her little soft yet anger-filled voice reached my ears and my grip got tightened around her wrist making her struggle ten folds.

Her other palm was still grabbing the collar of my shirt but she used her nails to scratch the exposed skin of mine. 

My eyes landed on the mirror to see the attacker and there I was shocked and mesmerized both after glancing at the reflection. 

Behind me, there was a young girl rather than a school-going kid whose eyes were bloodshot even though the green hues were darker than any other forest. But what took my notice was something else. 

There was a Zeal instead of Fear. A determination and hatred towards me and I was overwhelmed with that. 

Where criminals piss in their pants and assassins fear to raise their hands on me, a mere girl just attacked me with a mere knife. 

Her eyes widened when she realized the pressure I was giving on her wrist was going beyond her expectations. She was still struggling with both of her hands whereas I was simply driving the car with one hand. No one can see from the outside what sort of tiny storms are happening inside the car.

"You ... Bastard...." 

Oh, the little girl got a dirty mouth too. My god, her sweet voice didn't fit that exact harsh words she was using.

"Drop it." I commanded while chuckling a little inside.

"Never, you murderer."

And there I was honestly impressed watching the fire and confidence in her. 

"Girl, you caught the wrong man's attention." My inner beast growls even though I didn't know anything about her. 

"Trust me, you are going to regret girl." With that, I moved the steering wheel to the right taking a sharp turn. In the meantime, I released her hand too and as a result, she hit her head hard on the window making a thud sound. 

What I heard next was a mixture of small screams painful yelp. 

My job was done. I hope she would be out until I reach my mansion to know who is she.