[NIKOLAI'S POV]
The gun lay on the bed between us, loaded and ready.Hazel darted for the gun without hesitation and she grabbed it.I remained where I was, watching her.Her hands were far from steady as she tried to aim it at me. I've seen kids with more nerves than her.Her tears rolled over her cheeks as she struggled with the blind hate in her eyes."You can't kill someone with that much anger brewing in you, Hazel," I blew smoke in her direction, digging my thumb in my pocket.She wasn't listening to me. Her hands were shaking, her hair was a mess and for a while there, she looked like a mad woman.So this is what it looks like to be spiteful. I was intrigued by her rage and hate.After all, I was the same man who murdered her entire family."You made a big mistake," she sobbed, gritting her teeth with bitterness. "For a smart guy, that was a very dump move. You shouldn't have handed me the gun."My jaws clenched as I dropped the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it. "Trust me, princess. I never make mistakes.""Shut up," she was closing the distance between us. She seemed to prefer a close range shot than long range. "I don't give two fucks. Your life is mine and I'm going to enjoy taking it from you."I leaned my back against the wall and pointed my chin at her. "Hazel. If you shoot me now, it wouldn't give you the satisfaction you deserve."She was within my range now. Her eyes were so teary I doubt she could see clearly but the murderous intent was there.There was no mistaking it. She was as bloodlust as a honey bear was for honey."Nothing would give me more satisfaction than pulling this bullet through your head," her voice was croaking like a huge lump was stuck in her throat.I raised my shoulders. "Wouldn't you want to take a knife and slit my wrists opened? Wouldn't it please you to see me bleed slowly? Wouldn't it make you ecstatic to watch me suffer hell firsthand before handling me over to the devil?"She passed a tongue across her dry lips. Her sobbing ceased. She was listening to my words."A bullet is such a cheap way to kill someone," I cocked my head at her. "It's quick and easy and painless. A slow and painful death is benefiting for a man as cruel as me, don't you think so?"Hazel was conflicted inside. She was hesitant. She wanted to pull that trigger. She wanted to put a bullet in my head.But something was holding her back.She was weak. She was awfully weak. She has the resolve but no willpower to execute any action.I leaned forward and placed my forehead before the barrel."Go ahead, Hazel. Pull the fucking trigger. You'd be doing me a huge favour, you know. I'm a filthy sinner deserving of the hottest parts of hell. I don't deserve to live. You think I want living after all the things I've done? You thought wrong. End me. This is your chance. You might never get another."She swallowed hard. Her knees were buckling. She shut her eyes and bite her lips so hard it drew blood.Fresh tears rolled down her eyes.For a long time, we stood facing each other without saying anything.Not for once did my gaze waver. "You've got killer in your eyes, princess," my eyes narrowed. "But I don't see it."Hazel slowly lowered the gun.I frowned and snatched the gun from her. "You disgust me."Hazel's dropped to her knees her head buried in her palms. She began to cry.I sighed and squatted before her. My hands stroked her smooth red hair. The gun in my right hand felt heavy."You really want to kill me, don't you, Hazel?" I clenched my jaws as I inhaled her scent, her heat, the shampoo in her hair. "You can never kill me. Not at this rate. You're not ready."She was shivering but her anger wasn't centered at me anymore. It was more on herself."You lost an attempt to kill me," I patted her on the head playfully. "As part of our agreement, you'd do as I say.""Just go away," she sniffed. "Leave me alone.""Here's my first order," I continued like I didn't hear her. "I order you to have a good night rest. It's already nighttime and you must be tired. I had ordered the maids to bring you something to eat.""Get out!" She screamed her lungs out.I stood up and unloaded the gun then locked it in the drawer chest.I glanced at my wrist watch. "I'll be gone for a business meeting. Tomorrow, we carry on with our reunion, Hazel."She didn't say anything and that was enough answer for me.I walked out of the room and locked the doors from outside. I took the keys along with me.Only one maid possesses a spare key to my bedroom. Walking down the hallway, I met her waiting for me.She bowed slightly. "Master Nikolai, Vladimir left a message. He wants you at the slaughterhouse.""Ask what she likes and serve her dinner," I walked passed her and headed into the elevator. * * * *I took the Lamborghini and drove all the way with full speed to the club.Vladimir was waiting outside when I pulled up. He bowed slightly when he saw me and ushered me inside.The club was deserted. Usually by this time, it's filled to the brim with customers but It's my bet my men cleared the place for some privacy."Lock the doors," Vladimir snarled at my men. They obeyed and took their positions guarding the entrance."Where's Kwame?" I asked as we got into the elevator."The wine chamber. He's there with Anton," he replied, dialing the passcode. The elevator rode us down to the wine chambers built underground."This had better be good," I walked out as soon as the steel doors rolled opened.Anton and Kwame were standing over three crates, talking in low tones. They turned when they saw me approaching."What took you so long, Nikolai?" Anton asked. "You kept us waiting.""Go fuck yourself," I stood beside him, fishing out a cigarette from my case. "So what's this about, Anton?"Anton waved at the three crates. "Earlier this evening, our cocaine landed on shore and I sent the boys to pick it up."I studied the crates and my jaws clenched. "These aren't our crates.""You're damn right they aren't," Anton's frown deepened. "Our men picked up the wrong crates. Our cocaine got shipped to the wrong location and we ended up with these."I lit up my cigarette. "What's in the fucking crate, Anton?""You're not gonna like it, Boss," Kwame said quietly and I saw tension in his eyes. "It's hot stuff."I pointed the butt end of my cigarette at him. "Just open the fucking crates."Anton took two steps back and passed his hand over his sweaty face as Kwame and Vladimir opened the crates.I didn't know how long I stood there but long enough to drink in what was infront of me.I held my cigarette between my fingers, my face impassive but deep inside, my nerves were jumpy.I've smuggled hot stuffs, cocaine, guns, explosives, drugs. The list is unending.But this stuff was something I've never handled before but I know its history.In fact there wasn't a man operating in the illegal business that knows nothing about this stuff.Stellarite. An extremely rare crystalline mineral that held the components to create bombs a thousand times more destructive than an atomic bomb.It's so rare we could only hear about it in stories but haven't seen one.World leaders were hunting for it like pirates on a search for treasures.Stellarite is sold at $100,000 per gram and I've got three crates of it."Where the hell did you find these?" I didn't recognize my voice. It was grave and unnecessarily rough.Anton looked at me. "I told you. We picked up the wrong crates."I shook my head but not once did I take my eyes off that crate for one second. "No, this is government property. Someone is supplying them this stuff.""I say let's get rid of it," Anton suggested."No," my nerves were calm now. "Keep it in hiding and give me twenty-four hours to think."I couldn't help landing my thoughts on Hazel.[HAZEL'S POV]I had sneaked back home from a friend's party that mom warned me not to go. But I went anyways because I was stubborn. sneaking through my window. I wasn't back until midnight but when I sneaked back in, I met disaster. Blood. On the floor, across the ceiling and splattered against the walls. And there was me at the centre of it all. I stood there, staring at the bodies of my mom, my dad and my brothers sprawled lifelessly across the floor. Three men had broken into the house while I was gone but only one man slaughtered my family. I saw him. He stood over their bodies, his hands dripping with blood with the knife he cut them with.The other men's voices sounded outside my home, urging him to hurry up. We were the only ones inside. We stared at each other. His eyes gleamed like a panther's in the darkness. I couldn't move, I couldn't scream. I was dumbstruck with horror. My knees buckled and gave way, forcing me to drop on the floor. He moved toward me, clutch
[NIKOLAI'S POV]"So, what is it that you do?" I asked. Nikolai and I were seated at the backseat of his G-wagon. Vladimir and Kwame drove behind us in another G-Wagon. "Are you interested in me?" His lips curved with amusement. I glared at him out of the corner of my eyes, my gaze settling on the faint blade scar that marred his upper lips. "I have an idea you're in charge of a gang," I said. "I run one of the biggest criminal syndicates in the world," he was scrolling through his iPad on his lap. "I am the head of The Romanov Clan."I wasn't accustomed to these things but I was curious to learn, hoping to find information I could use against this man. "Tell me more," I demanded. He didn't even hesitate. Now this was what I've learnt so far. There are three formidable Mafia syndicates in the criminal world. Each syndicates upholds immense influence on a global scale. One hails from Russia, the other from Italy and the third from the United States. These were the big three M
[NIKOLAI'S POV]"Where are you taking me to?" Hazel demanded. "We're leaving Las Vegas," I responded to her. "I'm taking you to see my family."Hazel stiffened. "Y-your family?""That's right," I paused to read her expression. She was glaring at me. "I got called for a family meeting while you were in the changing room. As head of the Romanov Clan, I must be present and you're coming with me."She glared at me for sometime then looked out the window as we drove past tall buildings. No details were given to me about why a family meeting was issued but I was no fool. I knew why.News go around fast and guys like me with his ears to the ground are the first to receive it. I've been getting calls from various associates whom were being questioned by the secret police and military agents about three shipped crates. Anton, Kwame and Vladimir were the only ones aside me who knew what was going on. I told them I'll give them feedback about the crates after twenty-four hours. I've spent
[HAZEL'S POV]From the moment we stepped down Nikolai's private jet until this very moment in the elevator, I waited. I waited patiently to strike – to finish what I started. When I picked up that knife after eating breakfast, I decided today was the day I'll end it all.Last time, I hesitated to put a bullet in his head. This time I won't hesitate. Throughout last night, I asked myself why I held back. Why didn't I pull that fucking trigger? Looking back, it would have been easier. A bullet would be more than enough to end this monster's life. Somehow, he had brainwashed me not to harm him. That was the only explanation I could come up with. I promised myself today, I won't hesitate. I'll wait for my chance and strike him down when next we were alone.My chance came as soon as we were inside the elevator. My nerves was at it's breaking point and for a moment, I did hesitate – again. Then I remembered the bodies of my family laying in a pool of their blood. I remembered the b
[NIKOLAI'S POV]I always kept my guard up. Since the day I was born, I've got a sixth sense for danger. I was hyper-aware of everything around me. As I grew older, I trained harder to hone my senses and stay at alert. I could smell trouble a mile away. I could tell when someone's about to take a shot at me. Shockingly, I could even dodge bullets if I have to. Kwame once joked that I've got Spider-senses. Bullshit. I trained my butt off to never loose my guard. In this shady business, you create tons of enemies, and those enemies are always trying to kill you when they got the chance. That is why I'm always on my guard. But whenever I'm with Hazel, I let my guard down. I let my guard down around her because I wanted her to be my end. She's the only person I'll permit to take my life. I misjudged Hazel. It appears she wasn't so weak after all. She could still be a lioness in a kitten's form.After successfully stopping the bleeding, the nurse started stitching up my wound. Wh
[HAZEL'S POV]The meeting ended on a sour note the moment Nikolai's scary aunt left. She was terrifying. She reminded me of the Disney adaptation of Cruella from the One Hundred and One Dalmatians. "Leave us," Nikolai ordered the rest of his family, standing infront of me like a shield. His voice was ruthlessly dangerous. One by one they rose to their feet and left for the elevator until Nikolai and I were the only ones in the big room. Nikolai ran his hands over his face and let out a deep breath. He wandered over to the bottle of scotch on the table and poured himself a drink. "Some family meeting," he bite off each words as if he was suppressing the rage boiling inside him. "Forget you ever saw that."I didn't say anything. I stared at the hand print his aunt had left him on his cheeks. Somewhere inside me, I felt a strong impulse to hunt that woman down and tear her guts opened for hitting him. But I suppressed that urge because he deserved it. His aunt did mentioned he ki
[NIKOLAI'S POV]Fuck this. I entered my office, pulled opened the drawers and retrieved my pistol. As usual, it's weight felt heavy in my hand. Almost as if I were lifting a dumbbell. I checked the bullets, satisfied they were loaded. Good. Then I locked the drawers and plopped down on my chair and waited. Minutes dragged by as I stared at my gun. In my twisted mind, I wondered why I haven't done this a long time ago. The demon on my shoulder whispered darkly to me, "Take that bullet and die."I remembered my vow. A vow I'd pledge after pulling a bullet through the head of my father. I vowed to never use a gun again nor spill another drop of blood. In the heat of the revolution I started in the Romanov Clan, I had pledged this very vow before every members of the Clan as I took control as it's new head. A vivid image of me standing on the balcony, facing a hundred members of the Romanov Clan, my father's decapitated head in my hand, flashed through my mind. It's been four y
(HAZEL'S POV)"Come to the bathroom with me! I'll teach you how to kill a man!" He ordered. For some odd reasons, I followed him towards the bathroom without questions. The walls were made of shimmering glass and the shower room was big enough to accommodate four people. There were multiple showerheads mounted on the walls and ceiling. I breath in a sweet fragrance of lavender as we walked further in, stopping right before a jacuzzi tub. The water in the large oval-shaped tub was already warm and inviting. Makes me wonder what promises of pleasure awaits me inside those waters. Nikolai turned around and gazed at me, his crimson red eyes burning with a maddening desire. I took one step back, my eyes wary, my arms wrapped around myself. Why was he looking at me that like that? It's too intense. I don't like it. "W-we're here," I stuttered, breaking eye contact with him. "So how do you kill a man?""First things first, Hazel. Look. At. Me," he commanded, his voice soft. My lips