Chapter 5 Starting a war

NIKOLAI RIDER

My eyes darken and I clench my fist, trying to control the anger bubbling in me.

"Mention her name one last time—"

"Forgive me!" He rasps out, bowing slightly.

I huff and turn around, heading out of the haven.

"Who is Miss Peterson, my mystery man," the lady asks, her small hand on my chest.

"Someone who doesn't matter, " I reply in a hoarse voice, narrowing my eyes.

"Your voice tells me the opposite, " she responds, and I scoff.

"What do you know about voices, doll?" I ask and stop to unlock the car.

She stifles a laugh and flips her hair, showing off the beautiful tattoo on her wrist.

I smile and throw the door open, stepping over to the other side. The tattoo flashes before my eyes, stopping me from igniting the car.

Where have I seen that tattoo before? I am sure that I have seen it somewhere, but I can't seem to remember where.

"Get in, mystery man," the whore says, but this time, her voice isn't soft; it is hoarse and commanding.

I look up and my eyes dim when my mind registers the gun pointed at me.

"I knew no whore would be as smart as you are, and I'm right," I mutter and slip out of the car, heading towards her.

"Stay right there!" She snaps, waving the gun at my face.

"Who sent you?" I ask.

She let down the gun and glared at me murderously.

"Figure that out when you get to hell! " She spits out and pulls the trigger.

I stand at the spot with my head tilted to the side as I watch the bullet wheeze toward me.

I guess my nonchalant behavior has left her surprised and is making her pull her guard.

This is the opportunity to strike.

Just when the bullet is about to sink into my forehead.

I throw my body down and duck it expertly, swinging my feet and body in the direction of where she is standing.

Before she can attempt to run off, I grab her dark silky hair and pull her back, slamming her body against mine.

She screams and tries to pull the trigger again, but I slam my clenched fist on her frail fingers that are wrapped around the trigger.

She yells, and her grip on the gun slackens.

I didn't show her mercy, why should I? She is just an assassin, not a woman.

I hit her hand again and the gun finally falls out of her hand.

"Who sent you!" I growl, tightening my grip on her neck.

She shrieks, gasping for air as she struggles to get out of my grip.

"You fucking bitch, tell me the devil!" I spit out. The little patience I have left is slowly getting exhausted and the only thing popping out in my mind is to waste her damn life.

Pain shoots through my body, snapping me back to reality.

I growl and fling her off, wiping off the blood that is dripping out from the fresh wound on my neck.

The little bitch just dug her nasty nails into my neck, ripping out my flesh.

Damn! I should have handled her the way I handle men. She wouldn't have gotten the opportunity to dig her filthy fingers into my neck.

From the corner of my eyes, I watch her stagger up to her feet, her bruised hand holding the mask in place to stop it from falling off.

I chuckle at the effort, knowing pretty well that she won't be leaving here alive or with that mask on.

"Go to hell!" She curses and turns around to run off, but I can't let her.

I pick up the gun lying at my feet and empties two bullets into her back. A satisfied smirk creeps into my face as her body goes down to the ground, slowly getting pale.

I flip out my phone, muttering curses as I dial

Tom's number. This time, he doesn't waste time picking up.

"Need help with that chick, boss? Guess she's riding your dick well," he laughs and begins to speak to someone in the background.

"Fucking listen to me, idiot!" I snap and he stops whatever stupid discussion he is having with the whore.

"I'm right here, boss!"

"Get yourself to the garage right now!"

"Wait a minute, you're still here?" He stupidly questions and I groan in anger.

"Okay, okay. I will be there," he rasps out and the line goes dead.

I take a step towards the body which has already created a pool of blood, and stare down at the pale hands, most especially on the tattoo.

Only one gang has that symbol on their wrist…

Tom rushes in and gasps out, muttering a low curse.

"I knew she wasn't up to no good," he mutters and walks towards her body then pulls off the mask over a face.

"This is surely Giovanni's girl," he rasps out and I nod my head in agreement.

"That bloody bastard is looking for war, and I'm gonna give it to him," I snap and begin to walk to my car, dabbing off the blood on my neck.

"The police are patrolling some joints tonight. I will figure out a way to pull the dumb boy out, " he shouts after me.

I only nod my head in response and pull out a stick of cigarette from the pack then lean on the car to replenish my strength.

"Oh my, such a beauty wasted," he murmurs, running his hand over her pale face.

"Who cares about her beauty, in the end of the day, she is a criminal, " I respond, exhaling thick dark smoke.

"And skillful one at that," he laughs and I glance at him, turning up my lips in disgust.

He looks up and grins at me.

"Imagine she pulled that trigger without giving you a clue of who she truly was…" he pauses and bursts into laughter, afraid to complete his words.

"Well… she is just as dumb as she is pretty. Now, shut the fuck up and dispose of that body properly," I snap, and he nods, putting on black gloves.

"Do you a clean job, Tom!"

"Yes, boss!"

I slam the doors shut and ignite the car, gripping the wheels in anger.

I should have stuck to those real, disposable whores.

And Giovanni? He better get ready to welcome my disaster.