2 | Manwhore

♪♪ Cruel Summer • by Taylor Swift

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LILAH

"What the fuck you think you're doing?" The half-dead body wakes up and growls in anger.

"What a pleasurable surprise! Mummy's awake." I chirp out and grin.

He tries to move but fails. His head snaps to where I tied him up as his eyes glimmer in rage.

"Tell me one thing, dude. Do you brush your teeth regularly?" I cringe, thinking about the bad smell.

"Of course you didn't tie me up for that." He grits his yellow teeth and blurts out.

"Of course I didn't. You're very smart." I smile cheekily making his horrible face redden.

"You disgusting slut! Untie me before I kill you." He booms and fusses menacingly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't make a move while tied up in front of my predator." I laugh and pull out my dagger from the garter belt on my thigh.

"You don't know whom you're messing with." He hisses with an angry glare.

"Exactly! I want to know everything about you, your business and your motherfucking boss." I click my tongue before running the cold metal on his bare chest lazily.

He laughs loudly like I said a humorous joke, "Girls like you are so pathetic and weak. They just like to mess around and get killed. Just untie me, you whore. I promise I'll fuck you enough to forget whatever you are up to."

That's enough to trigger my anger. I tightly pressed the dagger on his throat and looked at his eyes as the fear started bubbling in them.

"Not every girl wants your flimsy little dick. And If I was a pathetic and weak little girl, you wouldn't be sitting in front of me, tied up and a dagger pressed on the throat." I hiss through gritted teeth and push the dagger more into his skin.

Panic raises in his eyes and a loud groan escapes from his larynx when the dagger cuts the inked skin of his throat and blood starts pouring out.

"Tell me about your boss, Landon. Where I can find him?" I ask with the deadliest tone.

"I don't know anything. You're just wasting your time here." He spits out but I don't believe him.

I smirk and pull out my phone. I scroll through the gallery and stop by a picture of a woman. As soon as I turn the screen toward him, his eyes widen with pure terror as he starts wiggling on his spot and shoots me the ugliest glare. "How did the fuck you find her out? You don't dare to harm Katherine!" He growls before thrashing his hands and legs.

"Come down, big boy. I'm just surprised by your choice of choosing a girlfriend. She looks horrible like a dinosaur. She even has a lot of tattoos. Wait, she has tattoos on her face like you, eww!" I explain with face grimaced, looking at the girl on the screen.

"Wait, you were cheating on her with some other girls, right? And you came here to fuck me. Gosh, and you act like you care about her? I wonder how she'd react when she gets to know about your dirty little secrets. No doubt, your secrets are as dirty as your body." I laugh hard, shaking my head.

Manwhore.

That's why I hate men, can't keep their dicks in their pants whether he has a girlfriend or not. You may say, every man is not same. I cordially and comprehensively support your conceptualisation. Nevertheless, finding the rarest one is not a cup of tea nowadays. When you're on your way to find a loyal person, you'll be mistaken a lot of manwhore as an angel directly from heaven. At last, maybe you get the good one or end up being with a prick and regret for the rest of your life.

The man glares at me for a few moments before he unties himself, stands up suddenly and pushes me back as I stumble and fall on the ground. My dagger is nowhere near me now.

I just forgot he's stronger than me and my stupid knots.

I quickly get up but it is too late. He is now standing with a gun in his hand pointing at me. When he presses the trigger, I jump aside as the bullet hit the wall behind me. I spin quickly and attack him from behind.

I stab him on the back several times and twist his hand that make the gun fall on the ground. My movements are so quick that he doesn't get any time to attack back.

All credit goes to my Chinese karate teacher Yuen Hu. He taught me enough techniques to handicap a serial killer within a few minutes.

The bastard lands on the ground with a loud groan but when he tries to stand, I punch his face with full force.

And this credit goes to my boxing teacher James Jordan.

"Where are your big words now? Don't waste my time. Just tell me about your funky boss who is hiding behind the stage." I grab his gun from the ground and sat in front of him.

"You don't know whom you're talking about. It won't take a second for him to kill a little bitch like you. You're nothing but a useless slut in front of him." He grins like a maniac but groans in pain, showing his bloodied teeth.

"Oh come on. I'm fed up with these dramatic words. You also talked big about yourself. But now where are you? On the ground, in front of my feet and grunting in pain. Just cut the crap and help me to give you a painless death." I laugh sarcastically and kick him in the stomach as he spits out bloody saliva.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? You little bitch think that you can collect information from me? Stupid whore!" He chuckles.

My blood boils in rage as my hands start shaking violently. The whoreson laughs at me like I told him a joke right now. I'm fucking done with playing humorously nice.

His laughter turns into a painful scream when I shove the dagger into his bare thigh and rip it open through the sharp material.

"You fucking bitch! I'll kill you!" He screams in pain and anger.

"So sad, darling. I'm the one who's gonna kill you tonight. Be a good boy, Landon, and answer my questions." I click my tongue and smile at him.

"I fucking don't know anything!" He grunts through gritted teeth.

Now I'm really pissed-off.

I pull out the dagger from his flesh as he cries out, before thrusting the metal in the flesh of his other thigh and tearing open the skin and flesh mercilessly. Landon bursts out a scream as sweat trickles down his forehead. Blood's pouring down from his wounds, making the tiled ground smeared with the red liquid.

Gosh, did I do this to him?

"Stop this! I'll tell you everything you want to know. Fuck, just stop this." He pants and grunts, closing his eyes and leaning against the bed.

I patiently wait for him to continue.

"If you want the boss then you've to reach Damien Pavlova, his right hand man and first in command. He's a tight schedule. But when he's in America, he usually goes to a club on Friday nights." Landon stops, looking at me like a lost puppy.

"Which club?" I ask in an irritating voice with knitted brows.

"I can't tell you that. Because after that you'll kill me." He grins annoyingly, making me groan frantically.

"Seriously, Landon? You've to be so dramatic right now? Okay, I'll think about sparing your life later." I huff.

"No you have to promise me."

"Aghhh, fine! I won't kill you." I let out a frustration growl and roll my eyes in irritation.

"The club is the 'Dark Night', a few streets down from here." He finally answers.

"Let me go now. I've gave you all the information." He literally begs.

I love it when men beg me.

"Oh, sweetie. How can I let you go that easily? So that you can run to your mousy loucy boss and report him everything about me? No, that's not happening." I smile slyly before pulling out my phone and dialling the familiar caller ID, Joshua, my brother's best friend who's been helping me throughout the journey of finding Robbie out.

"No, you can't do this! You can't break your promise!" Landon shouts at me with anger, frustration and fear.

"When did I say I'm breaking my promise?" I scoff.

The call rings for a few times before the person to the other side picks it up.

"Hello? Joshua, I need you to take care of someone for me. Lock this monster in one of the cells of your basement. I promise he won't bother you, will you Landon?" I arch my eyebrow to Landon before smirking wickedly.

"Oh, and please make sure he brushes his teeth and takes a shower before that."

With that I cut the call and sent him the location.

Joshua's family was running a local gang until they were all dead in the hands of the Russians. They have a few cells under their basement where they used to torture their enemies. The cells are now empty and I think it's a good place for Landon because I can't let him go right now. No doubt, he'd run to his boss and come with a gang to kill me in his bare hand.

A sharp ten minutes later, Joshua arrives with two other men as I let him handle the situation and leave the place, on my way to fabricate a new plan to say hello to the right hand man, Damien Pavlova.

But my apperception is telling me, something terrible is gonna happen at the next level. Because whom I'm messing with isn't some serial killer or gang member or random criminal.

He's the man who's invisible, the devil who rules the underworld, walks behind his enemy like their shadow, kills and vanishes them like they never existed in the world and the foremost target of the FBI.

He's the one and only Russian mafia lord who dominates the illegal business world,

Ivan Volkov.