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ANTON POV: 

-KIEV, UKRAINE. SUNDAY, THE FOLLOWING DAY AFTER THE CONVERSATION BETWEEN ROMAN AND MIKHAIL-

Roman left for Ireland days ago and since then we communicated one time, since we sure couldn’t spend the entire day at the phone chit-chatting like two old women with nothing better to do than damn minding neighbours’ fucking business; I always hated those old hags, why couldn’t they just fucking mind their own lives and let people be? They were a pain in the ass, because you had to pay attention to such people. Sometimes it was that apparently innocent little old woman that would fuck things up by opening her mouth. Good things many had the good old mentality and mind-setting, which meant they knew they had to look to the other way and pretend to see nothing.

I stretched in the bed and checked the screen of the phone, but got no news from my friend. I hoped he was doing right, but I had no reason to worry for him; at the moment he was probably safer there in Dublin than here, given yesterday someone tried to tail me right in the middle of the street. Too bad he let go after a while, because my palms were itchy to cut some throats. I’ll have to investigate on my own, as usual, because let me tell you something. If you want a good and well done job, then fucking do it yourself and don’t bother asking other people do the shit for you. Unless the other person is someone like Roman; well, then you might want to ask that person, since he would never fail a mission.

I never met someone like that guy before and in my entire life. He was the real deal and he would be the perfect man to follow boss Boris’s steps; Roman was probably even better under some aspects, given he rarely let personal issues get under his skin. Let’s be more fair. He never let personal issues get under his skin; sometimes he seemed a robot. A very lethal and efficient robot that had no blood in his veins, but he was the best and, even though he was younger than me and it was me that taught him the ropes, I highly respected Roman. He was like a younger brother to me. The boss liked him very much and considered him way more than just his left hand and I understood him. His own son lacked the right charisma and I hated to have to drive him around; he already had that bastard of Ruslan stuck to his ass.

Oh no, wait a moment. He wasn’t stuck to his ass. He stuck it into his ass, that’s much better. I knew that sly bastard fucked the boss’s son and Boris knew that too, but we pretended to see nothing. I don’t think Ruslan was gay; he just probably liked that dimwit’s ass and that’s all.

Someone shifted beside me in the bed and when I turned my face, I saw the girl I slept with last night. Hey, had to get some fun here with all this shit going on. Plus, it would be stupid of me to act all tough and worried and alerted. That would be a flashing neon-sign that we were up to something; so you just had to pretend everything was fine and you thought that those Chechen dogs were acting on their own accord and simply being too stupid. You didn’t want to let know to the wrong people that you weren’t so stupid and careless.

I felt an arm going over my chest and soft hair caressing my skin and I turned to the other side and saw the other girl I slept with last night. You got it right. Got an awesome threesome and it’s been fucking great. I tried to get Roman in something like that, since girls loved him, but he wasn’t the type. He would never sleep with a prostitute or if he did it, he wouldn’t pay her for the job, but simply treat the girl like a normal girl and provide her with what she needed. Which meant, he would treat her with high respect. Roman was a weird man, because he was this cold-blooded and cold-hearted merciless and cruel hit-man and then the philanthropist that would help little girls in deep shit and have them out of the racket. I respected my friend for that.

When Roman first joined our group I thought he was just a little kid that would last only a couple of weeks; he was young, very young, and of course he was just the last ring of the chain, being an errand boy and doing all the shitty jobs and the like. But he never complained and soon he showed his real skin and he really was a natural cold-blooded and merciless person. He hadn’t learnt it in his past miserable years; it was his talent. He got his first tattoo, the rose on his chest, more than ten years ago. Yes, more than that and since then we had always worked together and never met better and more capable man than him.

“Anton baby, you are not already leaving, right?” The girl on my right asked and I peeked at her. She was a real beauty and she had a wonderful mouth, in every meaning.

“Why? You still want more of me? I should feel offended in a way, meaning last night I didn’t satisfy you completely.” I smirked darkly and let my voice sound threatening on purpose and the girl made a nervous expression, looking down. I was a bastard, I knew it. I took her chin and lifted it. “But you know, I don’t feel offended, since I take it in a good way...is that what you meant?”

“Yes Anton. I can’t get enough of you and of your big cock.” Yeah, she was the dirty-talker, while the other was the quiet one, but fuck, she knew how to blow my mind.

“Then I’ll have to see to that, sweetheart.” I kicked the sheets away and pushed her flat on her back and no need to remove clothes, since we all were naked. I stretched my hand to the nightstand and grabbed the foiled condom and handed to the girl. “Want to feel your hands on me, so now be a good girl for me.” She smiled and complied with my request.

I smirked, this time playfully and I caressed her soft long red hair.

I might be a bastard, true enough, but I never hit a girl in my entire life and never treated them badly. To be fair, I always treated them well enough, but simply never get attached to one in particular. She slipped the condom on my already hard shaft and her hands began to work wonders on it, while her mouth decided to tease my tattooed chest. After a short while I felt arms going around my neck and a mouth kissing the back of it.

“Oh Anton, how mean of you...leaving me alone...” The other girl had woken up and do you think I would leave her behind? Dream of it.

“Sorry sugar, thought you were sleeping and didn’t want to wake you up...now how about you help your friend?” I told her with really low and raw voice, since the other was really doing an amazing job.

She playfully laughed and then kissed me deeply.

“What do you want me to do, Anton?”

Oh I liked when a girl asked me that. And I sure knew what I wanted and that was going to be fucking exciting for me.

I showered and then walked back to the room where the girls were sleeping. Yeah well, we kind of went on more than once and what can I say? I enjoyed it. No need for goodbye kisses and they knew it; I saw a paper on the table of the cramped living room and looked at that; it was a letter that reminded of paying the rent of these old and small two rooms. I took it and decided to play the Good Samaritan for once. The money they asked for this sort of apartment was ridiculous and so I’ll have a couple of words with the tenant.

I left the place and when I reached my car and sat inside, the phone rang.

“Anton, can you talk?” It was Roman and if he called it meant he had news or needed to know something.

“Sure Roman, I’m in my car.” And my car was one of the safest places to have a proper conversation, since I personally checked it and had nothing wrong or out of place, if you know what I mean. “How are things in there, my dear friend? Making some good deals?”

“Yes, things are good and your friend offered me real good quality vodka.” I smirked and knew what he meant. “But need to know something for the client. You know someone interested in importing whiskey?”

“You kidding me, man?”

“No Anton. I need the right word whispered to a small smuggler around here. He’s the good client and link.” So he needed to talk to this person in order to gather more info. What a pain in the ass, I thought Sergei would know more, but right, he had left this life more than two years ago. I hope this little smuggler wasn’t going to create problem, but why was I worrying? If he tried to, well, Roman would enjoy a nice conversation with him. “Your friend knows almost nothing on the matter and it is not wise to involve him anymore than this.” Roman was right. The less people involved the better.

“I understand.” I sighed and scratched my face. I needed to shave. “What do you want me to specifically do? Do we have a name or not?”

“We do have a name and a territory, but we have no exact location and we cannot trust the person for an open approach, as it might scare him off or have him talk too much and we cannot afford it. I need to get close to him in the most inconspicuous way; I might need to take care of this person, to be precise.” I got what that meant. This man could be another pain in the ass and sure Roman wouldn’t think twice before getting rid of him. We were dancing on the edge of the knife and the smallest error meant huge shit. When this was going to be over, I’ll need a vacation, after of course enjoying to make those traitors pain for this. “He might know something about that high client we both know and deals some business around here and in the UK. I made some digging and he had actually grown since he talked to your friend, but he is still greedy and I bet careless. You know someone that would let him know a potential client has quite the cash to spend?”

I nodded even though I was on the phone and smirked.

“Give me a moment to think about it.” I told him and he simply waited for me to answer. I ranked through the possible names and people, since I had connections almost everywhere, but some connections were just too risky. And here we needed to keep anonymous. Then it hit me an idea. “Roman, I might have the man for you. I will not directly pass the message, as it would be too risky, but it will come from safe and trustworthy source and I know your message will sure reach also that person’s ears.”

“How trustworthy this person is?” Obviously he had to know that and I smirked and chuckled.

“Very trustworthy. The name Konstantin tells you anything?” He chuckled at that, knowing it was my other identity. Well, my brand new identity and not even the boss knew of that fake ID, only Igor, but he was too scared of Roman to open his mouth. Bet Roman was now smirking is that usual way of his, rather eerie to be frank.

“You are a brilliant bastard, Anton.” He said amused and satisfied. “Very good, tell your friend to pass the message and give him my regards.”

“And you a scary son of a bitch.” I joked and we both chuckled. “I’ll give him your regards and I am sure he reciprocates.”

“Thank you Anton. As soon as I have some consistent news, I’ll call you. Now do tell me, how are you and how is the boss?”

“We are both fine, don’t worry my dear friend. I can take care of myself.” I teased him.

“I sure know that, unless you get distracted with long legs and soft hair.” He teased me; I would never let pleasure distract me, not now anyway.

“I just had a very hot threesome, Roman. You should consider it for once. And what about you? Got some red lips distracting you?”

“You know I am not for that kind of activities.” Right, stupid question to ask him, even if just for a joke. Roman would never let anything get before his duties; he was a calculating and focused man and he would never commit such stupid errors.

“I know that.” He said nothing. “Listen, I’ll give you a call when the right word will reach the right ear, ok? You know in this I am the best.”

“I know you are and that’s why I asked you.” He paused a moment. “And also because I trust you.” Trust from a man like Roman meant a huge deal, believe me, and I would never let him down, even if it meant my life.

“Thank you my friend.” I scratched my stubble. “You might need a suit, Roman.” If he wanted to play the part of the rich client, of course.

“I know, will see to purchase one. I better go now and you better get to see if the boss is fine. Is his wife back from that holiday?” That bitch of our boss’s wife. What a royal pain in the neck she was.

“Thank God no and so he has his girls taking care of him. Rest assured Roman, I give you my word on this. I better move too, got some date to arrange for a single heart.” I smirked and started the engine of the car. “I’ll call you soon.”

“Good. Take care.”

“You too.”

He switched the conversation off and I drove back to my place, planning the best way to deliver his message and before reaching my apartment, I already had the best idea.

ROMAN POV:

-DUBLIN, IRELAND. FEW DAYS AFTER THE PHONE-CALL TO ANTON.

I tied the buttons of the shirt at the wrists and then slipped on the dark grey elegant blazer I bought for the occasion. I fixed the tie and checked my reflection on the mirror. I tried to change the style of my hair and wore glasses, but it was not easy to wear a naive expression, so my face simply tried to look less serious and focused than normal.

Anton had called me yesterday and said it was all done and that now I just had to walk to the right restaurant for a high-class and boring dinner and the man himself will show up; he was really a greedy little dealer that acted without much worry and attention. Bad for him, good for me. It would be easier to lure him out with the promise of great money and probably a better ranked place in the chain and I was so going to enjoy making him talk; with such people I could care less about their life and future. They had no principles and were time bomb that sooner or later would attract unwanted attention and one way or another they would see their end. I have seen that already many times; a bad and careless smuggler would be the first one to blow up or pay.

I gave a look at the map on the nightstand, since I had to drive outside Dublin and reach a small city on the Northern coast, where he was waiting for another client coming from Belfast. My eyes shifted on the expensive watch at my wrist and the time was good, since I still had few minutes. I walked across the room and peeked outside of the window, just an old habit to check if everything was right, but what could not be right in this moment right here?

And then his face appeared again in front of my eyes and when I closed them, I could feel his slender and long fingers on me, his lips whispering at me to take him as much as I wanted and his long and silky hair caressing my skin. I could hear his musical and melodic voice murmuring me how he liked my tattoos and calling my name.

My name on his lips sounded so different...as if I were another person and not Roman with the stars.

Why I had to meet him that night, since I could not have that angel?

Enna was always in my mind and inside me and a week had passed since that night and few times I was tempted to go back to his apartment to see him, because it was tearing me in two. But I refrained myself knowing I couldn’t afford now to get distracted, since a huge deal and responsibility was in my hands and the smallest distraction might also endanger the life of that angel and I would never allow it. I would give my own tainted life for Enna. I found little about that lowlife of Michael, since digging too much about was risky. At least one night I found out his surname through the car plate. It happened one of those times I had been a step away from going back to Enna; I looked at the main door of his building from the other side of the street, careful not to attract attention and eyes, being like just a shadow, and one night I saw a car stopping and that piece of shit stepped out of it. I almost crossed the street, but he then changed mind, probably afraid of Enna calling the police, and drove away.

In that occasion I found out few things, but hadn’t had enough time to do more. That night I thought of following him home and simply slit open his throat, but I could not do it like this; it was Dublin and it was not common such thing and sure almost impossible to have small thieves cutting throat to get money. If that bastard had a normal life, but several reports of stalking, as I think he had, such accident would lead to Enna and police would ask questions over questions, and I sure didn’t want to involve him in more problems. It had to be different, so I let my anger cool down and waited longer outside, making sure he wouldn’t drive back once again.

Another car drove by and a man stepped out, someone with dark curly hair, and rang the main door bell of the gate; I observed intently and then my angel actually walked out of the building and went to greet that man with a hug. I felt a sudden crushing wave of anger and jealousy, as for a moment I thought Enna was mine and only mine, and the idea of another man touching him was unbearable. Then I realized the pain in seeing that. So he had forgotten about me as I hoped? Was what I felt only on my part? I knew nothing, for I was new to love and rationally that was only fair for my angel, but the excruciating feeling of being torn into pieces and the burning anger and possession I felt were real and powerful.

It was time then to leave, because couldn’t stay there and risk acting according impulses.

It was wrong.

So I left.

It cost me painful effort to leave and not see that angelic creature, but it was better in this way. What could I possibly offer him? Nothing. And what was the sense in going to see that angel again? There was no sense and logic, because even though I belonged to him, I knew we had no future. I could not involve Enna with a man like me, with such life. So why go and see him again? To have another night of unforgettable sex and then? To feel more pain and regret and then? And I was sure Enna would not like to see me again, especially after I left him in that way. And it seemed he had forgotten about me and probably it was all in my mind. The idea gave me suffocating pain, but I knew it was better in that way.

I gazed another time outside the window and it was beginning to rain, then I walked to the bed where I collected the long dark trench coat and a business-like case, to better play the part.

It was time to move and to take care of my duties and business.

It was not the time to think about what I could not have and did not deserve to have.

I sat on a rather cornered table of an elegant restaurant and the waiter immediately came over to take my orders, but I simply said I was waiting for someone. The small dealer was late and this was already a bad start, believe me, as my patience was thin and easily to upset, especially when it came to this matters and this one in particular. Then a man walked inside the restaurant and looked at my direction, but then looked more around and I knew it was the one I needed; he had the typical look of a small fry trying to look more important than what he really was and you could tell he was acting on that purpose and trying to look tough. I sighed silently and felt the small holster under the blazer shifting; the last thing I asked to Mikhail was to provide me with a decent small weapon and in that he was still the best and got me one in two days. I sure paid him the hassle very generously.

The man looked more around and I decided it was about time to give him a signal and when he turned again to my direction, I simply slightly nodded and he understood. I had no idea how such element could provide me with useful information, but never underestimate small fry; especially greedy ones. They had ears where they shouldn’t have. He walked to my table and sat down and showed me a really sly smile; it immediately irritated me, but had to play the part, at least now.

“Good evening, Mr.?” He asked looking at me and then immediately calling for the waiter. So Anton had no given out any specific name. Very smart.

“Mr. Vasyl will do.” Not that he’ll have more chances to repeat that name anyway.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Vasyl, I’m George. I hope you are enjoying pleasant vacation in our country.”

“Yes, nice vacation, but it could be more interesting and with more profit.” I simply let it slip out on purpose and the man, George, smirked getting the meaning.

“I hear you, I totally hear you. Life and business can always be more profitable and enjoyable, isn’t that so? Well, you found the right man, believe me.”

“I hope so, Mr.?” Let’s see which surname he was going to give me.

“I see we go for formal and I totally ship it Mr. Vasyl, so let’s go for Mr. Mayer.” This man here was so unprofessional that it almost had me mad at the idea of having to deal with him. Almost. I smiled and hid the amused smirk.

“Very well Mr. Mayer. I believe we will find ways for common profits.”

We ordered food and some wine to drink, and then I let him feel comfortable enough by pouring wine in his glass and entertain him with rather useless conversation and complimented his big and gold-made watch. I had to keep myself from smirking amused, because this man here was just ridiculous. I wonder how he managed to stay alive and active so much with such attitudes, but I believe it was because he had connections or maybe good information. When the man was relaxed, I opened the main topic again.

“I did hear you are the best around here.” I said studying his face. He smiled conceited and scratched his chin.

“Indeed, I’m the best and I can provide you with anything you want. What is it? Company for your trip, some nice extra to boost energies for business, what? You name, I have it.”

“Company is one and a special lady is two.” His grey-green eyes sparkled at that and his grin couldn’t be greedier than it already was.

“Oh you really found the right man. For company I know someone that will present you the hottest babes ever and we can actually go see the person after dinner, if you feel like.” I nodded faking interest. “As for the other special lady, I can already give you a free taste and if you are satisfied and want more, you just have to say it.”

“I have heard yours is of very good quality, so no need for sample. I have money with me, so...” He smirked even more and drank the nth glass of wine. He had drunk almost the entire bottle, as I barely touched my glass.

“Perfect Mr. Vasyl and you know what? I like you very much, so for you I’ll make a really good deal; ha, there are many dealers going around and travelling between Ireland and England, because we all know the lord has a house here, but many dealers are bloody cunts, if you know what I mean, while I know the good links.” He was beginning to speak too much for his position, but it meant less work for me. This man here was implying he was working for that big shot I needed to get in touch with, but I highly doubted it was true. He was trying to play it high and impress me, so to have me spending more money.

“I see, then I really did find the right man. Very good, so maybe I have more money for extra profits. Profits you can enjoy too.”

“Oh we speak the same language here.”

This time I smirked and called the waiter.

“The check please.” I simply said. When he came back I paid the dinner as act of favour and left a generous tip. When you leave generous tips waiters are forgetful if anything is asked about the client. I stood up and so did George. “After you, Mr. Mayer.” I followed his steps outside the restaurant and to his car, a sleek black BMW Z3; he was indeed doing well, but for such small shot he was showing off too much.

“My car?” He asked.

“Yes.” I slipped on leather gloves and then opened the door. I was not going to leave finger-prints around or any evidence of the sort.

I sat inside the car and closed the door and I waited to reach a rather calm and deserted street in the middle of the Irish country and with a simple excuse I had him stop the car in the purpose of turning direction and in that moment, while the car was still, no one on the street given the location and the late time, I quickly grabbed the small gun inside my jacket with one hand while the other seized his neck and harshly smashed his head against the steering wheel, to confuse his senses and had him in the impossibility of immediate reaction. I pressed his head there and he couldn’t move, then stuck the barrel of the gun right at his guts and told him not to even breathe.

“Bloody bastard..” He hissed.

“It is you be too careless, Mr. Mayer.” I said now really smirking. “Now, one move and your liver and then your heart are fucked, yes? Your choice. Do not move and let me see what you have with you.” I kept his head pressed painfully against the wheel and purposely hit his side with the grip of the gun; he hissed in pain and cursed more, trying to move around and get free from me; so I shot his foot and he howled in sure to be great pain.

“I told you not to move, yes?” He cursed more and since his screaming was getting annoying I pressed the barrel on the side of his mouth. “Silent. Drive the car down that street. Do it now. No bad ideas, am I understood?”

He just nodded and did as he was told. We were in the middle of nothing, in a secondary and rather small street in the country and no cars or houses were around. It was raining and without moon and there was not artificial light outside. I ordered to stop the car and I searched his pockets and he had a nice knife, but no guns. Indeed very unprofessional and careless. Better for me. He switched off the engine and I took the keys.

“What do you want, you bloody bastard?” He was shivering for the pain the shot gave him and I’ll make sure to remove the evidence of the bullet, after taking care of him.

“I want information and believe me, Mr. Mayer, you want to talk and tell me what I need.” He gulped down and he had finally understood who he was facing. Someone not to anger and not to play around with. “Now, speak when I ask, yes?” He nodded. I took a thin rope I was carrying inside the coat pocket and tied his wrists at the wheel. “Good. Now, tell me what you know about the big drug dealer that works here.”

He gasped and hissed at the same time and tried to free his hands. I shook my head and then smirked, pressing the edge of his own knife at his throat.

“I know many ways to make you talk.” I shifted the knife to his hands and the stopped it over his index fingers. “You do not need finger to talk, yes?”

“No, wait... I’ll tell you everything you need, I swear it, just ask me. Just tell me what you need and I’ll tell you everything.” He had paled down and I could see that even if it was very dark. His eyes were wide with suffocating fears and his mouth grimacing for the shot.

“I did ask you, but you move too much.” I threatened and he shook his head in pure terror and I smirked more. Fear was working well with him. “So, speak.”

He breathed deep a couple of times and gulped and noticed he was sweating hard and I was sure he had probably wetted his own panties; he stank too much.

“You want to know about that drug lord and I can tell you many things, just spare me.”

“Talk and you live.” I ordered with cold and hard voice. He nodded and swallowed down.

“He is a huge shot that has business all around Europe and I know he has links with a powerful family in France, I think they collaborate or shit like that. He does only drugs while the family runs also prostitution and through that he sells more drugs and pills, you know how the shit goes on, right?” I just stared at him menacing and he gulped. “He lives close to Wexford, a small city on the Southern coast of Ireland, because it’s handy for dealers and exchange, since Rosslare isn’t far and that’s a strategic place, being the modern seaport of the area and connecting France and England. I don’t know what you want from him, but it’s impossible to get close to him because he has several bodyguards and he doesn’t even bother to talk to small pieces.”

“You do not work for him, yes?”

“No, I don’t, but I sometimes deal with a couple of his men and they are his closest underlings that take care of the Dublin’ area and Manchester as well, where I mostly operate. They run two smaller groups, apparently separated, but it’s just for the sake of it, and so in this way if anything happens, the lord is never directly linked. He thought of everything.”

“Did you hear of something new?”

“No.” He was lying, which was a really bad idea.

“Maybe one finger will help your memory.” I took hold of it and went to sever it, but he yelled before I could do it.

“No wait...” He pleaded. “I heard one of them saying something about a new client from some country in Eastern Europe, but can’t really remember which one right now and I just heard few words. He said that there were good chances to expand the business over there, because the boss of the main group soon wouldn’t be a problem and that so they could have a hand in the racket of the prostitution, since it meant huge bloody money. They talked about a new group there, but that’s all I know, I swear it.”

“Did he talk about Kiev or Ukraine? Did he say something about Chechens?” I inquired.

He thought about it a moment and then shook his head, but then stopped.

“Yes, they mentioned that city, Kiev, but nothing about Chechens, only about a new group and about having contacts with those people and that their English was bloody mental, but that’s all.” I thought about that a moment and yes, that made perfect sense. We found Irish numbers in their phones and so they really had contacted such men. But this didn’t make sense, something was missing of course. How they managed to reach such high shots? Of course they were only underlings, but they seemed high ranked ones, running smaller groups, and I believe it is unlikely they would believe a new group.

Unless...

Yes.

It was as Anton and I feared.

“Did you hear names?” He shook his head. “How do you contact them, the two men?”

“Through another person that keeps in touch with related business. This group probably knew a man there or they simply heard of something and tried to make a big shot and it’s a nasty and bloody annoying mess, because if I understood well, there is a war for territory going on there and that’s just fucking nasty.”

Those dogs were too sure of themselves, so they really had someone inside of the organization and it was not just Ruslan; he was just the right hand of the main traitor.  Even Ruslan had no means to reach such men unnoticed in our group, especially while working for the boss and with me.

Fuck it. So it really was him.

I never thought he would actually be able to plan something of the sort and carry it on at such extent, since he had always behaved like the last useless puppet. I thought about that a moment; yes, he never gave me the impression of having the guts and brain for such deal, maybe he was a good actor. Was just him or was there someone else? It was clear that they were using the Chechens to keep their hands clean for now and let them do all the dirty and most dangerous job. They probably promised them part of the territory ran by Boris and then they would get rid of them. I felt sudden boiling rage coursing from my guts to my entire body.

This was going to be a complete fucking mess. It was going to be war for sure in Kiev, because it was no more possible to stop it; the Chechens had gained too much and we had to crush them down and then deal with the traitors. But what next? We had then to deal with this man, but something inside me told me that we might have still a chance to avoid an international war. He said those two men ran groups. Yes, I had to have a nice conversation with them, this one here knew too little.

“I need names.”

“Wait, if I give you names, you’ll kill me and amn’t that bloody stupid.” I gave him a real dark and right now angered glare. He gulped and realized he had talked too fucking much.

“You are in no position to bargain, it does seem to me, Mr. Mayer.” I took one finger and did not severe it, but painfully snapped it. Then went for the second one and he cried and pleaded to stop it, his shrieks filling the car. He was indeed a loud bastard. “Speak. I want names and try to remember something more.”

He was almost green for the pain and saw sweat rolling down his neck and covering his forehead, and I simply smirked. He had bad luck in meeting me and his being greedy and careless did not help his star.

“I just know the surname of the lord.” I got that was how people called him, the Lord. Quite interesting. “And it’s Mendez and then the names of his two men I know and..” He stopped a moment grimacing and trying to swallow down, but I could tell his mouth was probably very dry by now. “Wait, I remember now that one of them two weeks ago maybe said something about having to see a woman and he seemed pissed by that, because he said he didn’t want to have to deal with a bitch.”

A woman.

That surprised, as it was completely unexpected. Why a woman? And who was that woman?

“Are you sure?” My voice was threatening enough, no need to snap another finger, since anyway he would not have need for them very soon.

“Yes.”

“Did they say a name?”

“No..” He hissed out.

A woman.

I thought about it a moment.

Shit.

I had to call Anton and then get hold of those two men.

“Give me their names and tell me how and when I can contact them.”

He just stared at me and I enjoyed seeing that glance of desperate and hopeless fear. He had underestimated me at the beginning and even tried to run away, not good at all. He sure had no part in this, but now he knew too much.

I walked back to the small town where I had left the car; I did not drive to the restaurant with my car, but took a taxi there. It was raining, but I did not feel it, as my mind was busy in processing every detail, making connection and trying to understand everything, while my senses were sharp and alerted of my surround. I had those names, but unfortunately I had to wait before seeing them; they were apparently not in Ireland and with I could not travel outside the country without having problems. I should have asked for another nationality on my passport, but then my accent would have given that away and I knew it was risky to forge a foreign passport and even if bribing everyone, you still never know what they might check in the other country. So better play it safe.

I looked at the gloves and they were spotless.

I smirked darkly.

The greedy George of course did not have any more to worry about his fingers. You do not need them once you are dead, correct? Yes, I had of course taken care of him because he knew too much about me and he would be a very dangerous time bomb if left free and with a man like him, not even fear and threatens would work to keep his mouth shut. I snapped his neck in the best way to resemble a car accident; he had drunk a lot in the restaurant and by the look of his eyes I knew he had taken drugs. Therefore a car accident was something not so strange and the brakes not working as they were supposed to...yes, a car accident with resulting fire because of the loss of fuel was the most logical and normal consequence. Yes.

Once the police was going to find his car, they would find little left, if nothing.

Finally I spotted the car and stopped a moment inside thinking about all of this. How was that possible? I never thought of her being behind all of this, but thinking more carefully, yes it made sense and made me understand many other things. I really had to call Anton and warn him of everything and then wait for those two men. I looked outside the window of the car and the rain was incessantly pouring down; I switched the engine on and drove back to Dublin and in the meanwhile I contacted my friend.

“Anton.” I simply said when he answered.

“Had a pleasant and interesting night, my friend?” He asked with serious voice; he understood I had news and he could also talk.

“Very interesting night indeed, Anton.”

“What did you get?”

“We are in deep shit.” I simply said and he cursed. “Keep your eyes open and do not leave the boss alone, not even when he is with a woman.”

“Fuck, we are then in real deep shit, which means a damn war for territory, am I correct?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t worry Roman, I’ll take care of boss Boris until you are back and man, do take care of yourself there, we don’t really know now.”

“I believe at the moment I am fine here, but you know me.”

“Yes.” He sighed and chuckled. “I suppose you took care of that man, right?”

“What do you think?” I asked smirking.

I explained him very briefly the information that man provided me with and then told him about my plans. We agreed on just contacting those men for now, since we weren’t sure since where the betrayal had reached. I told to stay sharp and then turned the phone off. When I reached the hotel, I immediately walked to my room and after removing the drenched clothes, I took a warm shower. While resting on the bed I tried to dig some information from the names I got, but it wasn’t easy and since I had no idea how protected this connection was, I stopped it.

I lay back and closed my eyes.

And Enna was there with me.

He really was an angel and would an angel be able to take my soul and mend it?

I sighed and sprang up and then walked to the door and went to open it, ready to go and see him. I had to see him again, feel him again in my hands and made him forget about that other man. Enna had to be mine and only mine. But I stopped and clenched my fist, wanting to smash the door, but knowing it would solve nothing. Why was I so obsessed with that man? Why could I not forget about him? Why I had to fall in love with him? He had forgotten about me. My fists clenched more and pressed against the door. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This was not normal for me. This was not who I was, as duties should come before anything else and I knew how love was only a dangerous weakness, nothing more.

But I still could not let go of that angel, of the image of his smiling and inviting blue eyes, of his glossy and tempting lips and of his angelic and soothing voice.

I took a step back, then another and another again, until I reached the bed. I shook my head and reprimanded myself for letting something personal getting in my head right now.

Let it go Roman.

Let it go.

 FEW DAYS LATER ...

It was raining again tonight and I silently and carefully waited behind a corner, seeing the building from the spot where I stood. It was later than usual this evening and the rain kept pouring down since morning, without stopping for a moment. My eyes kept glued at the street and at the building and at the same time my senses kept sharp of anything else, but nothing was here and with this heavy rain almost nobody was walking on the street.

Then I saw him.

He was walking rather fast, but still in that stirring and dangerously alluring sensuality and elegance, holding a bag and an umbrella and his fair and long hair slipped out of the hood. I took a step and in no time I crossed the street, my eyes looking around, but nothing in particular was there and I was anyway wearing a dark coat with hood. He went to open the main door and I reached silently behind him, the rain too loud for making him notice someone there behind him, and before he could push the door forward, I called his name, only a meter away from him.

“Enna.” I just said.

I saw his beautiful figure stop and freeze there at the sound of my voice and when he slowly turned his breath-taking face, his eyes wide in shock and disbelief and his tempting lips trembling, something stopped inside me and I realized it.

There was no way now for me to turn anymore away from this man. I could no longer leave him and I had no idea how it all would go.

“Roman?” He whispered barely audible, bringing a quivering hand over his glossy lips. “Roman...”

“Yes, my angel. It’s me.”

Author's chit-chat:

So, what do you think now of what happened? What about Anton POV? I think he is quite the character...

Now tell me, were you honestly expecting Roman to act at the end of the chapter in such way?

Next chapter will come out soon next week!

Until next time xox