Chapter 14: Chapter 14
Multiple shots fires to the paper target creating a dent in the middle emptying the magazine which I detach reloading another round moving to the next target, deep inside me wishing it is Elijah's face instead of the paper. I was angry, furious even and what better way to vent my anger than practicing on my shooting skills which I tell you I'm already perfect with the way the ammunitions cuts off the head of the paperface.
So he expects me to go sit in Russia and wait till either one of them gets killed or worse I get killed. Perspiration covers my skin getting me all sweaty firing shots at the figurines; what seems as a coping mechanism to calm down my nerves only made it worse replaying his words over and over again in my head. My face contorts into an angry frown grunting fixing yet another barrel into the magazine, on with my angry shot I continue till I felt a presence coming closer. Not stopping, I fired like pro I am; my five o'clock catching the hand selecting guns at the laid out table of guns and ammo finding his taste and loading it joining me side by side.
"Slow down tiger. Who poked your tail?" Alexei. Of course. It angers me more knowing he sent him to look for me. He fires alongside me with the perfect aim hitting his targets with no hassle. He is good, best even, that I tell you.
"Did you know about this?"
"Know what?" Ever the vague one Alexei. No wonder Elijah tends to send him after me when he mess up. I hate both of them right now. He reloads going about firing his shots. I pause looking at him catching his side glance at me before it trains back to his target.
"His plan to send me to Russia." Switching his stance tilting his gun to the sides moving to hit farther targets. I drop my gun, hands to my waist heaving and breathing hard from the adrenaline rush glaring at him.
"He is taking precautions." Throwing the gun he held to the table he picks a glock walks back to fire away. "I miss this." He grins sinisterly facing me referring to the shooting still firing away. "Why are we even talking about that brooding brother of mine?"
Exasperated, I throw my hands in the air in defeat walking to sit on the edge of the table. "I can't with him."
"Ditto!" He yells causing me to smile. At least we have one thing in common. "I want to introduce you to someone." That piques not only my brows but my interest up smiling coyly at the Russian psycho who catch a sheepish grin sitting on my face. He rolls his eyes pausing his firing walking towards the table, eyes on the guns.
"Alexei." I call playfully knowing he is avoiding an obvious subject which I won't let pass me by. The deranged psycho killer wants to introduce someone to me. My mind screams. I feel so happy grinning away as he avoids my eyes.
Clearing his throat. "Oh not that. It's just sex." I burst out laughing hard noticing the soft edge in his tone and a slight flush.
"You had sex with her, the hot shrink, Alexei jeez!" I tease him further which he groans. "And you want to introduce your sex mate to me." This just literally made my day burying the worries of Elijah in the grave of my mind.
"I can't get any advice from Elijah obviously..." saying with an obvious shrug causing me to chuckle concurring with him. "...he sucks at his own relationship. He is a mess." Shivering playfully.
I wink. "A hot mess." Giving me that stink eye I let out a hearty laugh. Elijah is a hot mess and there's no denial in that. That Russian has me looking at him like a god, having the women
fawn over him when we are out. Sometimes I get jealous of the power, attention and aura he eludes; and other times I'm proud that though he is complicated, annoying, a killer, in the mafia, and a mess. He is my mess, one I can't do without.
"Vlad has never use his heart in doing anything. He has cruel, dangerous and whatever evil you can think of; but with you, he does." I look at him admiring the guns like a fine piece of China set. "He is scared and trying to change, for you." Looking at me. "You don't know what he went through when he thought you died, he went dark, darker than what I know and it scares me."
"Why don't he tell me about his fears." He shrugs. "I will not go to Russia without him." A grin appears on his face.
"I know." he sighs looking away. "What do you say about following me to have some fun?"
I don't know why that has a bad vibe in my heart but I innocently said a yes because what could go wrong with having fun with the Russian psycho.
Hours later, deep heart wrenching regret seeps into my heart watching the shrill cries of the men Alexei brutally tortures in front of me. At some point I wanted to puke my guts out but I held it in not wanting to look fragile in front of this psycho who grins like all the nuts in his head is loose. Cries of plea echoes in the warehouse on the outskirts of Berlin where I actually thought we came to have fun.
"Alexei, Alexei. I swear I didn't know it was you we stole from. I swear to God." The one I assume to be the leader looking in his mid twenties coughs out blood. It only made Alexei's grin grow bigger drilling another hole into his shoulder who cries, blood splutters. I blink at the gruesome sight.
All three men coated in their own blood, one lost consciousness sitting limp on the chair. The other soon to join and the third cries from pains inflicted.
His hand flicks a switch electrocuting all three men as the other two screams awake. He laughs darkly walking to the first guy who lost consciousness eyeing him. Fear grips the man
who cries over and over again. Alexei feeds off their fear moving towards a table.
"Do you have families? Wife? Kids?" Their cries increases and I almost feel bad watching Alexei pick up a jigsaw. "I want you to know when you steal from Alexei he takes your life as a repayment." He says deathly. Lord, he looks mad.
"What do say Sonia, how do you want their death? I'm thinking slow and painful. Da." He smiles, like he fucking looks excited. My eyes flits to the men and back to Alexei speechless. All my life I have never seen something gruesome as this sight, Alexei loves the thrill of their cries, the blood gushing out, the excitement his derange mind feeds him. The green eyes I once know seems darker, fierce, deadly. He loves what he does.
A gun shot when off taking the first man and putting him out of his misery, so did the second but I didn't flinch. On the inside I'm screaming all the Holy Rosary Mia madre taught me and asking the Lord to wash my eyes of the evil I behold.
"Yours will be slow and it will tell the rest never to steal from Alexei ever again." He voice out to the last man shooting his both legs then using a knife tearing the vein on his both wrists. I watch the blood pour profusely out of the open gash draining the life slowly out of the man who wheeze in pains.
"Sonia?" Snapping my eyes off the man to the crazy Russian. I catch a stain of blood on his chin using my hand to motion as my vocal fails me after what my eyes behold. "What? Oh that." He grins like a mad man taking off the transparent clothes shielding his clothes from the blood stains.
Elijah is cruel, dark and dangerous but Alexei; he is the definition of psycho gone wrong.
Fishing a kerchief out of his pocket, he wipes the blood off his chin as if it's a ketchup stain and not someone's blood. "Now tell me, did you have fun like I did?" The sadistic grin on his face confirms the psycho he is and I dread the person who crosses his path.
Or the woman he is after.