[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 Mafia syndicates but none stood out the most amongst the rest than the Romanov Clan from the Russia syndicate.The Romanov Clan operated under a hierarchy chains with Nikolai serving as its head.Once upon a time, the Romanov Clan reigned supreme but not anymore.They've since waned before Nikolai took control of its operations as it's new Don from the previous Don.The only thing sustaining their existence was their fear-inducing reputation which Nikolai had nurtured in his reign as Mafia don.He was the youngest as well as the most cruel and vicious.His cold-blooded killing exploits had earned him a dreadful reputation that strikes terror into the hearts of men whenever his name was mentioned."That was how I earned the nickname, THE GRIM REAPER," he concluded."Is killing the only thing you're good at?" I asked, wondering how many lives he has stolen.He ran his hands through his hair. "I was born and raised to be a killer. The Romanov Clan are renowned assassins. It's one of our many businesses."My face went pale and a sick feeling gnawed at the pits of my stomach. "Just how many people have you killed, Nikolai? A hundred? A thousand?"He looked at me searchingly. "The numbers are unending. I guess I've lost count."I remembered the knife I snuck with me from breakfast. He was within my reach now. All I had to do was strike and this monster would fall to his death.I'd be doing a big favour to all the lives he's taken.Nikolai put away the iPad and stared at his wrist watch.I studied his profile, his chiseled jawline, his smooth shaven pointy chin, the hardness of his crimson red eyes and that silver White hair.I won't lie to myself. He's beautiful. He's hot. He's perfect. He's got looks.But deadly and dangerous. He was posion. He was death himself.He was like a snake. Gentle and smooth but deadly.Five years ago, when I first met him, he had dark hair. My bet, he must've dyed it.I asked him the pressing questions that's been haunting me since that bloody night. "Why did you murder my family?"He looked up from his watch at me. "You really want to know?""Yes," I stifled a cough. "Not that it'd justify what you did. But I must know before I enact my revenge on you."His lips twitched but only slightly. "Your family, The Flamecrest family are one of the world's most influential people. Politically, they pose a threat to the world.""Bullshit," I snapped, my face growing red. "My family are peaceful loving people. We take care of our domain and don't interfere with politics.""You were sixteen," his eyes narrowed. "What would you know? There are many secrets your family upholds that you know nothing of."My heartbeat spiked. "What secrets?"Silence. He didn't answer."You bastard, spit it out. What secrets.""Doesn't matter," he took out his cigarette case. "You wouldn't understand even if I told you.""That still doesn't answers why you murdered them.""I was assigned to," he adjusted his glasses. "Wipe out the Flamecrest family. That was my assignment. The Romanov Clan are hired killers. We don't ask questions. We get the job done.""But you spared my life," my voice softened. "Why?"He lit up his cigarette and blew smoke. He glanced heavenwards as if he was pondering the question to himself."Why? I've always wonder that to myself as well."I was gradually putting together the little information I've gathered, one piece at a time.From what Nikolai had told me, my family were target of a sinister client. Nikolai's family were contracted to eliminate us.Now the Flamecrest family was a renowned royal lineage.We were popularly known for our genetic trait of fiery red hair.From our ancestors spanning down to our descendants, we all possess red hairs.We were even rumoured to possess mythical powers which was a lie because it was just a fancy legend.But deep down, I suspected my family hid tons of secrets. My parents, in particular were highly secretive individuals.Our country estate has a labyrinth of underground tunnels and passageway and secret libraries.So yeah, Nikolai made a valid point when he mentioned my family pose a political threat.But a threat to who exactly? To the world? Is he kidding?"Who was this client?" I asked, my voice at edge. "Tell me his name."Nikolai held his cigarette in the air, staring at me intently.Then he parted his lips and said, "No." * * * *Nikolai took me to a hospital to get my cough checked and treated.After that, we drove to an elegant beauty salon where he handed me over to a team of skilled stylists."Give her your best beauty treatment. The exclusive packages. I want it all," he ordered.I was happily dragged away by the stylists. "We'll transform you into a movie star," they said to me.First, I had a luxurious spa treatments to rejuvenate my red hair colour.Next I was given a refreshing facial which made my skin glow. A pro makeup artist applied makeups that brought out my natural features.Afterwards, the stylists decided it was time to select the perfect outfit.In the changing room, designer dresses lined up for me to choose from. A fashionista tried on several dresses on me.Meanwhile, Nikolai patiently waited for me in the salon's lounge area. He was having a series of phone calls, speaking rapidly in Russian.Kwame and Vladimir stood by his sides, creating an iconic presence of a king and his sentinels.When I stepped out of the changing room and stood before Nikolai, he stopped talking all of a sudden.His demeanor changed when his eyes met mine.Those deep penetrative crimson red eyes came alive with admiration and a maddening desire to consume me.He took off his sunglasses and stood to his feet so he could drink me all in.I felt a wave of discomfort at the way he looked at me, the way he wet his lips and those red eyes burning me up inside.I frowned and turned my face away. "Quit staring like a fool. If you're going to say something, say it."I heard Kwame suck in a gasp. He and Vladimir were shocked at the way I spoke to Nikolai but I was past caring.They could burn in hell for all I care. For Nikolai, I am his hell. He needs no other.I shall burn him to ashes, resurrect him and burn him over and over again.Nikolai stepped towards me, his regal presence filling the lounge and creating an electric charge between us.He stood before me, held my chin and tilted my head backwards so I could look up at him.The stylists were watching, Vladimir and Kwame were also watching but neither Nikolai nor myself felt their presence.It was as if everything and everyone else had faded into the background, leaving just the two of us in our own little world.Then Nikolai spoke in the softest tone. "Hazel, you look so beautiful."[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
[NIKOLAI'S POV]"The heat is on, Nikolai," Anton's voice crackled over the line. "These secret police bastards are invading our clubs and bars and hotels.""The crates," I massaged my shoulder where Hazel stabbed me. "Let them search all they want. They won't find the crates there."Anton was grumbling badly. "I don't like this, Nikolai. You're playing with fire. Tell me what you're planning.""Tell Vladimir and Kwame to catch the next available flight to Manhattan," I instructed. "And also, double the guards at the safe house."Anton grumbled loudly. "I hope you know what you're doing, Nikolai. We don't mess with the secret police and the military. Those guys are poison.""Goodnight, Anton," I replied curtly and hung up. I drowned my whiskey and leaned back on the sofa. Hazel was sleeping on the bed like a harmless little child. At least she could sleep. Sleep was the only luxury that I couldn't afford. The whispers of the ghosts of my victims underneath my bed wouldn't let me. Th
[HAZEL'S POV]The moment I shut my eyes, I had a dream. A recollection of my past that's been buried at the back of my mind since I was eight. Philip and Thomas, my twin brothers, and I were playing hide and seek. There was this perfect hiding spot I found in Dad's study, and I crawled into it. I must've been crawling forever because the small space seemed to extend further and further. My small body could fit through the small hole and out of curiosity, I kept crawling, determined to reach the end of this narrow passage. It was dark and I had found myself in an underground tunnel. There was no way out. I cried, calling out for my mom and dad and my brothers. I had no idea how to escape. I was trapped. For the next one hour, I wandered aimlessly around the tunnel, shivering from the harsh cold and eerie darkness. The air grew thinner the more I delved further into the tunnel until I was swallowed by a thick fog of darkness. I suddenly snapped my eyes opened, sitting up and br