04

DOMINIC

"See you again, angel." I greeted the beautiful woman with a quick kiss against her soft lips. It took everything in me not to wrap my hand around her neck to deepen it and have my way with her, again.

She gave me a tired smile, almost seductively and I groaned before rushing out of her room.

The little she-devil had me by the balls and she didn't even know it.

My dick was still hard from eating her out and I looked down. How the fuck am I supposed to hide this?

I clenched my jaw trying to adjust the bulge with the palm of my hand to make it less obvious. It didn't help that I could still taste her essence on the tip of my tongue, reminding me of what I had just experienced. It made blood rush down to my cock making me want to turn around and shove it inside of her warm wet pussy again.

My mood changed entirely as soon as I exited her secured apartment complex, the erection dying down immediately at the thought of why I had to leave.

"I'm sick of this shit. Always fucking interrupting me." I muttered to myself, probably looking like a mad man as I rushed to where my driver, Kuzma, awaited.

He shoved his phone into his pocket when he saw me approaching the Mercedes and I climbed into the back seat, taking a deep breath in. Kuzma cleared his throat and looked at me knowingly but with one glare from me he diverted his gaze to the road ahead.

"Not a word." I warned him. Nobody could know that I had left the bar to fuck a woman, it went against every rule I had made for myself.

However, when my eyes caught sight of her slender tanned back, and the curve from her waist all the way down to her ass as she sat on the stool, I just couldn't help myself. I just had to have a little taste.

She was the most breathtakingly stunning woman I had ever laid my eyes on. Thank fuck she wasn't shy because heaven knew how I couldn't stand shy girls.

"You got it, boss. Where are we headed?" Kuzma asked starting the car. I trusted that he wouldn't say anything, it was his head on a stick if he did so happen to speak out of turn and he knew that.

"Work. I have a guest waiting for me." I said leaning back into the seat and looking out the window.

"Guest? Ah, I see." He said with a nod of his head.

"A very special one."

Twenty minutes later we were driving through the mountains where our large mansion was situated on a hill overlooking the city. To avoid suspicion, from the outside it looked like a regular family home.

"You can stop here. Go home, Kuzma. I'll drive myself when I'm done." I told him before opening the door and stepping out. He looked at me in surprise, and almost relief undoubtedly happy to finally go home to his wife and kids. I always preferred driving alone.

'Thank you, Mr. Romanov." He said appreciatively but I waved him off. It was dark but I trailed through the incline pathway, greeted the guards with a nod and walked until I reached the front double doors. I looked at the time on my watch, 01:40. It was late but I preferred it that way.

"Took you long enough." My little brother, and also my right hand man greeted me sounding exasperatedly annoyed. If he wasn't blood I would have surely cut his tongue out for addressing me in that tone. I glared at him but he only smirked in response like the little brat he was.

"Watch it. I'm not above breaking a knee or two." I scowled walking past him and through the foyer. He followed next to me.

"You should watch it. You have 'I just got fucked' hair." Yurik reached his hand up to my head but I hit it away, my eyebrows furrowing.

"Be quiet." I said and soothed my hair down taking a deep breath in. Yurik was four years younger than me and if it was up to me he wouldn't be involved in any of the businesses I conducted but he was good. Almost too good.

We were complete opposites, he had short silver hair and my mothers carefree attitude.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Might want to clean that cum on the side of your mouth, though." He said nonchalantly and my hand flew up to my lips. He only burst out in laughter, nearly toppling over by how he couldn't control himself. My glare hardened but I couldn't help but crack a small smile.

Yurik will be the death of me.

"Hah! Made you look." Yurik laughed, showing off his tongue piercing that I wanted to rip out. I gave him a slap on the head and his face contorted into an expression of pain.

"You are unbelievably annoying." I muttered walking into the downstairs bathroom to wash my hands and face. I needed to get Caitlin off me.

"You love me." He shouted when I closed the door in his face and I sighed.

"Unfortunately." I said under my breath and proceeded to freshen up. When I was done, Yurik was leaning against the opposite wall waiting for me. I prevented myself from rolling my eyes.

"I heard that. Your guest is waiting for you, Domo." He told me, pushing himself off the wall and walking alongside me. I clenched my eyes shut and exhaled in frustration.

Irritating little sibling who I'd kill and die for.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that? For fucks sake."

"I like it." Yurik shrugged before digging into his pockets. He pulled out two switchblade knives, handmade and engraved with traditional Russian dialect.

"Which one do you think I should use? I like them both but I don't want to get both dirty, do you see my dilemma? I can't decide." He said holding up the knives eyelevel as we walked down the steps and into the basement. One of my men guarding the door stepped aside and I nodded at him in acknowledgement.

"Use the one in your dominant hand. It's obviously the one you like the most." I told him.

We stepped into the dark room and I flicked on the light.

A grin formed on my face as I looked down at the man. He was bound to a chair, hands behind his back and a gag was placed in his mouth.

"Ah! Mr Wilson. It's so nice to finally meet you." I greeted chirpily. Isaac screamed into the gag, his eyes wide and terrified. His blue dress shirt was wet with sweat and the tie hung loosely. He was definitely roughed up by one of my men. I shrugged off my jacket and rolled up my sleeves.

"Yurik." I nodded my head while heading to the corner of the room where my gloves rested on a table. I put them on while he removed the cloth around Isaacs mouth. I could see how excited Yurik was as he held a sinister smirk on his face. He was about to enjoy it just as much as me.

"Please - I-I don't know why I'm here. You must have the wrong person." Isaac pleaded shaking his head as he looked down to his lap. I grabbed a chair and placed it in front of him before sitting down.

"Your name is Isaac, right? Named after the prophet or no?"

"How do you know my name?" He asked and I smiled at him before looking up at Yurik. He instantly flipped the knife open.

"Wait. I-" Yurik grabbed Isaacs head and start leading the tip of the knife along his jawline, blood gushed out. His face scrunched up in agony and he screamed so loud I couldn't help but grimace. Aggravating.

"I'm the one asking the questions here. Is that understood?" I said leaning forward resting my elbows on the top of my thighs. I clasped my hands together as I tilted my head to the side, studying him. He knew damn well why he was here.

"Please. I have a family - I have a wife. They need me." He begged breathing heavily as he struggled against the binds but it was futile.

I removed the gun from my waistband and leaned back into the chair. "Your wife, Mr Wilson, is the reason why you're here."

"I don't know what you mean. Does she owe you money?" He asked shakily looking between me and Yurik before he stilled, realising his mistake.

"I'm sorry, I-" He was cut off by Yurik punching him so hard in the nose that it split open and red liquid spilled out, dripping down his face and onto his shirt. He screamed out, thrashing against the ropes.

"You better shut that fucking mouth." I said calmly standing up and towering over him. My fists were aching to reach out to snap his neck but his wife had given specific instructions to make him suffer. To make him regret ever holding her down and forcing himself on her all those times.

"Lola has paid me a lot of money for you to be here. Not that I'll accept it, you know. Killing a rapist is my favourite sport."

Isaac froze, his face turning into a look of pure horror.

"L-Lola? I don't understand. I've never- She's my wife! It's not possible!" He yelled out.

"Then why threaten to kill her if she ever said a word? Why threaten to kill her if she ever spoke to the cops? Why do all of that if you're apparently innocent? You're here because your wife wants you dead and gone without a trace, Isaac." I said and suddenly his whole demeanour changed. The façade he was wearing slipped off.

"That fucking dumb bitch. Who would've thought that she'd eventually grow some fucking balls." Issac laughed throwing his head and showing off his bloodied teeth. He laughed

The loud sound echoed through the room

before he screamed and screamed until his

voice cracked and tears were spilling down his

cheeks. His head flopped down, the pain

causing him to slip in and out of consciousness.

Yurik chuckled from besides me.

like it was funniest thing in the world and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You should try it. Pussy is the best when-" I cocked my gun, the sound causing him to stop talking immediately. I pressed it against his knee and pulled the trigger without wasting a second.

"Just for that, I think I'll keep you alive for a few more days. I hope you enjoy your stay, Mr Wilson." I said turning my back to him and walking towards the door.

I had enough of his loud ass.

"I'll give you and my brother some alone time."

I said before opening the door.

"I'm going to enjoy this so much, Domo." Yurik laughed rubbing his hands together and grinning. I gave him an unamused look because of the stupid nickname but I let it go.

"Please! I'm begging you. Whatever she's paying you - I'll triple it." Isaac croaked, a whimper escaping him.

"He said he's not taking the money, dumbass.

Now hush before I stick my knife down your throat." Yurik growled grabbing Isaac by the hair and pulling his head back.

"Prolong it as much as possible." I instructed before leaving, the screams and cries muting as I shut the door behind me.

A text came through from an unknown number and I unlocked my phone.

'Thank you.'

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i hope isaac rots in hell