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ENNA POV

We had dinner and I could see how dad was studying Roman and how he refrained from asking questions he knew Roman was not free to answer; I think he liked him, in a way, but he was still extremely worried about me for having understood in which world Roman lived and I had no more doubts of what they talked about in the bathroom, since we discussed it again it over dinner.

When Roman said he would leave in case things would turn out bad and police would pursue him, oh dear me, I thought for a moment my heart stopped completely, because the idea of not seeing him and not knowing what was happening to him was enough to turn me insane and there was no way I was going to follow that. He made a promise and I loved him even more in that moment when I realized he was serious and did it for me and only for me, worried to involve me in anything, but the truth was that I would wait for him. No matter what, I would wait for Roman even if that meant years. And he finally understood it and accepted it.

To be honest, I was worried for him, because the other night he had a very concerned and serious look and no need to ask what was wrong; I was afraid something would happen to him and the idea was about to have me out of mind, but I forced myself not to think about it.

Over thinking about something I could not control was not going to change anything and the conclusion was only to throw me in some tensed and edgy state that would ruin the time with Roman, because for some reason I could not explain I had a feeling telling me to spend as much time with Roman as possible. It was as if something whispering in my ear that soon he was going to leave and the idea threw me restless, but I locked it down and tried to ignore it. He was here with me right now and he clearly promised not to leave me and knew I would wait for him no matter what and no matter how long that would take. And he had been resolute and final with dad and I think that was what made my father like Roman.

I peered at my love and he probably felt it, because he turned his penetrating green eyes to me and smiled and my hand went to touch his hair, feeling the need to run my fingers in it, but I refrained from it, for the simple reason dad was in front of us and it was not nice to make him feel uneasy. Roman understood me at first and softened the smile of a small degree, for then winking and quickly smirking in that way that always made me feel completely naked and in his hands, my entire body feverish and my heart beating faster. Then his hand lingered a short moment on my knee and I had to swallow down, biting my lip, because the way his fingers felt on my leg had me almost trembling; it was clear how Roman felt and that he could not wait to be alone with me. When my eyes shifted to dad my face slightly blushed, since he had caught our exchange of glances.

“Well son, dinner was very good, now how about a good cup of coffee? Then I’ll leave you two alone and drive back.” He smiled and then looked at Roman. “You will take care of my Enna, understood?” My soul simply nodded and then his hand caressed my hair.

“You know it already.” He added and this time dad nodded with a satisfied expression.

I quickly peeked out of the window and saw how the rain was pouring down restlessly and heavy, without a break, the night very dark and late.

“Dad, it’s very late, are you sure you want to go back tonight? You can stay here if you want; you know I have a guest room.” I looked at Roman and he smiled inclining his head, as to say it was a good idea. Another reason I loved him so much...he wanted to be alone with me and same for me, but he understood the situation and me and agreed immediately, without having to say a word.

How could he call himself a tainted soul? Roman was such a sensitive person. Of course, very dangerous and lethal, but he had a hidden and deep sensibility that touched my heart.

They studied each other and I knew dad was assessing Roman’s reactions and behaviours, because that was how my father was. After a moment a small smiled formed on his lips and he shook his head.

“Enna, I’m not a kid, I can perfectly drive in this weather.” He said with a wink and then went to stand up to take his plates to the sink, so I stopped him, but it was Roman that stood up first and collected the dishes. I protested, but he said it was not a problem and so I gave up and made some coffee. Dad chuckled and patted my shoulder. “I see you have him under your orders, hmm?” He winked and I widened my eyes at his words, slightly blushing, since it was not right.

I sure had not a man like Roman under my orders and he would not let me, because he was too strong and independent and anyway, I never had anyone in that way, as it was not my nature.

“Dad, what are you talking about?”

“I know what I’m talking about, son, believe me. I’m going home, as I don’t want to be in the way of you two.”

“Dad!” I protested, but he dismissed me with a chuckle and went to check the coffee. Roman took care of the dishes and then joined us, stopping right beside me and circling my waist with his strong arm, his hand resting on my hip, so I tilted my head toward him and our eyes met. I wished to kiss him so much... “Would you like some coffee?”

“Yes, thank you my angel. Let me help you.” I shook my head and rested my head on his shoulder.

“I will do it, just sit with dad and in a minute I will bring the coffee. You take it black right?”

“Yes, Enna, black.” His hand travelled up to my back and lingered between my shoulders blade, and I had to repress a shiver when I felt his fingers in my hair. I loved the way he grabbed and fisted my hair, because it screamed of the attraction it felt for me, the passion he had, the sensual and sweet possessiveness, of his deep love. I loved it. Dad shot us a glare and then shook his head.

“And you told me to stay here tonight? No thank you. As long as it’s annoying witnessing my son flirting in front of me with a man like you, well, I know you are a guy and not a girl, therefore I’ll spare you from the talks I gave your sister.”

“Oh dear me, do you expect me to thank you? Dad, as you said, I’m a guy and I am going to turn twenty seven very soon, therefore I sure do not wish to hear your famous speech about not sleeping around and such, given you perfectly know what I think about the matter.” Of course, that did not apply to Roman, since we had sex right the first night we met, but it was not “sleeping around”, as it was love for us. My father gave me a flat look and then sighed.

“Let’s not talk about this, shall we? I don’t need to know a thing about your...your...well, you know, about that part of your life, as long as I know you are responsible and I well know you are.” I smiled at him and shook my head.

“Well, of course I am and Roman is, too.” I wanted to make that clear, because I wanted for dad to entirely know and understand what sort of incredible and wonderful man my love was. Dad ranked Roman with a hard stare and then relaxed.

“Of course he is, I can see that.”

We drank our coffees and chatted a bit sitting on the couches and having TV in the background, as dad wanted to see the end of one soccer match, which I of course had no idea about, because I didn’t like soccer. It was a boring sport and nothing really exciting happened, aside them running after a ball; at least rugby was more exciting and players clashed against each other for a real purpose. After a while he left and drove back to his house in the country, but I had him promise to call me once he reached his place.

“I swear Enna, sometimes you are worse than how your mother used to be.” He snorted while wearing his jacket and stepping out of the door. “Now, instead of worrying about me, you better take care of yourself. And Roman, we have already talked enough tonight.”

“Yes, we did.”

I ignored their exchange of glares and went to hug my father.

“You take care too and call me when you are back, is that clear?”

“And you are telling me lad that you’re not bossy? Ha, good luck with that, Roman.”

“Dad, I’m not bossy.” I protested and oh dear, for a moment I felt like stomping a foot to the floor like a child, but I refrained from that.

“Right, you are not.” He winked at me and then went to shake hands with my love. “Good night and I’ll see you next week.”

After he left, Roman and I sat a moment on the couch and I rested my head on his laps, letting him caressing my hair with his fingers. The night was still dark and then rain did not stop from falling heavy and cold; a shiver ran down my spine at the sign of the water dripping down the windows, but then I felt Roman’s hand on my cheek and his thumb carefully stroking my lips and I smiled automatically, feeling warm and protected, as if that cold and heavy rain could not touch me and would never touch me.

“Are you cold?” He asked and I simply shook my head, snuggling closer to him and rolling on my side to hug his strong waist.

“No, I’m not. I just like to listen to the rain while curled up here on your laps, with you caressing my hair.”

“I like it, too.” He simply said and after staring a moment at me, silent and breathing deeply, he moved me for going to rest long beside me, snaking his arms around me. I snuggled more in his embrace and sighed content, feeling like I never felt before. “I like it, too, my angel...” He repeated while piercing me with an intense and consuming glance. “Enna, I need to leave for some time and you know I cannot say a word about it, but I will come back and please, keep your eyes open. Your father is right about that man, Michael.”

“I know, but you don’t need to worry and please, let’s not talk about him, ok?” He considered what I said and then nodded.

“As you wish.” His lips caressed my forehead and my eyes closed in response, simply resting his warm and secure arms.

“When do you need to go?”

“I do not know when now, but soon.” I said nothing and just bit my lower lip. I had a strange sensation down deep in my guts and it was not nice and the idea of him leaving for something that without doubts was dangerous, I don’t know how to explain it, but was causing me restlessness, because I feared Roman would go and disappear for long and mostly, I was deadly scared at the idea of something happening to him. Unfortunately, I failed at concealing my momentary worry, because he detected it immediately and slipping his hand on my face, he studied my eyes. “Enna, what is wrong? I can see something is in your mind, what is it, my love?”

I said no word for a moment, simply glancing at him and drawing the shape of his face with a finger, trying to collect my thoughts, but then I answered.

“I am worried for you, but I don’t know how to rationally explain it Roman. I fear something might happen to you, I fear you will have to leave me and soon and I don’t know, I have this sensation, this strange feeling right at the back of my neck telling me to spend every possible second with you...I am so sorry for telling you this, as I sure don’t wish to depress you or annoy you with my silly and irrational worries and then..” He silenced me placing a finger on my lips and smiling amused and of course it was because I had probably just talked at the light speed. “Sorry, I talked very fast, right?”

“Yes, love, you did.” He stroked my lips with his and tightened the grip on my hair. “You do not need to worry for me, because I will not allow anything to happen; my life is yours, now.” I widened my eyes and went to say something, as his life was his and he had to be very careful with it, but again he silenced me and this time by pressing his lips harder on mine and so surprising me. “Shh..I know what you want to say, but it is true. My life is yours, my angel.”

A moment of deep and charged silence passed between us and then I nodded, understanding what he meant.

“And my life is yours, Roman.” I whispered, going to wrap my arms around his neck, wanting to be completely pressed against his body. He smiled and so did I. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. And you really do not need to worry for me, yes?” I sighed and bit my lip, shifting my gaze away, as he was asking me something impossible to do. He tilted my chin back and up, giving me a serious and resolute look. “It is not an empty promise. I will be back and will be with you, Enna. I love you and want to spend my life with you, but now you need to have...how to say, trust, yes, and not to worry.”

“You cannot ask me not to worry, Roman. I don’t even know what you have to do here, if you will meet dangerous people or not and it scares me thinking about that...the idea of something happening to you scares me to death.” I firmly stared at his eyes and let my words sip in his mind, because he had to realize it all might be normal for him, but not for me, even though I understood everything and I knew he could not retreat or whatever the like. He was no man to withdraw. “You are my love and my soul and I am not asking you to stop doing that or not to go or do it, simply please, be careful and come back to me. I just wish for things to be different, but I know it’s silly, so please forgive me. I will not annoy you anymore with this..”

“Enna.” He said with calm but resolute voice. “Stop say that. You do not annoy me. You..I do not know how to well explain it, but..” He moved his hand back to my cheek and caressed the cheekbone with his knuckle. “But it makes me see that I do really belong to you and I will be careful, I promised you, yes?”

“Yes, you did.” We both smiled and simply exchanged a caste and soft kiss on our lips. Then I decided not to bother him with more of this, because it felt wrong; it felt selfish and immature, because the moment I chose to be with Roman, it was the moment I as well chose and accepted his life, therefore the risk involved with it. And my worrying was not going to change anything. I knew he was going to come back to me, I knew it. And I would wait, no matter what. “You are right, Roman. Sorry. You know I trust you, completely.”

“I know you do.”

I simply rested in his arms for a moment and then tilted my head back.

“So, what do you think of dad?”

He chuckled and travelled my upper body with his hands, smirking when he saw me shuddering at his enticing touch.

“I like your father, because I see he goes straight to the point. And he loves you and cares for you; what he did say before did not surprise me, Enna. It was normal and I did like he spoke clear and direct. We did understand each other, do not worry. He is a man that deserves respect.” His words had me completely relaxed, but I already had the impression Roman liked dad and I think dad liked him, too.

“He likes you too...he’s just worried about me, that is all. But he likes you and he respects you, too, but be sure he won’t admit it for a while. He can be very stubborn, you know?” I giggled at that, because no doubt my stubbornness came from my father. He could be worse than me sometimes.

Roman smiled and then in a swift and quick move he sat on the couch, stood up and lifted me in his arms.

“You wanted to spend time in bed and listen to the rain this morning, yes?”

“Yes, with you.” I said with a playful and inviting smile, lacing my fingers behind his neck, stroking his hair. “But now that I think about it, dad interrupted us and well, you had been so fired and raw before and I loved it and such a pity we could not try it in the hall, against the wall, maybe with me facing it and you pressed against my back, your hands on me and..” He abruptly interrupted me by dragging my face on his, our lips harshly stroking. A moan left my mouth and his hand fisted my hair with such ardour that I arched like cat, already trembling at the exciting of being in his hands.

“Enna..” There was a subtle note of warning in his raw and consumed voice, in his undressing and burning eyes. “If you speak like that, I am not sure I can stay controlled.”

“I don’t want you controlled. I want you completely unleashed and wild.” He growled at my words and in no time found myself in the middle of my bed, Roman hovering over me and undoing my jeans. “Oh Roman, I love when you are so..”

“Shh...do not speak now, because my control is at the limit.” Those words were my undoing, because I hastily got rid of my top and then almost tore his shirt away, wanting nothing more than being taken and possessed by this man. My fingers travelled hungry at his jeans, but he firmly stopped them, grabbing my wrists. “Enna, I told you.”

“Shh...do not speak now.” I said with a very mischievous and seductive tone, travelling his body with my heated gaze. “Just love me and possess me.”

“As you wish.” He smirked and let go of my wrists, his lips now tracing my neck and stopping at my ear. “As you wish, my love.”

EXTERNAL POV:  -KIEV, UKRAINE. THE FOLLOWING DAY-

Ruslan was not a gentle or understanding lover, nor was he someone you would wish to have at your side or as partner. He was harsh and rather sadistic in bed and only cared for his own physical pleasure, therefore the girls working in Boris’s business feared to be snatched from him and taken for the night or whatever, because they knew it meant a nightmare and a very rough and not pleasant time. They liked to be with Anton, because even though he never got attached to anyone and was known for enjoying threesome and for going on for hours, he never treated a girl badly or harshly; he never hit them. Anton might be a cold and horny bastard maybe, but he was always generous and fair in his own way.

Well, things were different with Ruslan and he just sort of behaved at first because it was an order of his boss and he still had to stay under that, even though he hated it every fucking time, as he hated with all his passion and guts that bastard of Roman that took his place as right hand and captain.

Ruslan deserved the stars on the knees, because he would never ever kneel in front of everyone. Only Ruslan deserved that honour and not that bastard and son of a bitch, who had no family and was probably for real just a bastard son of some common whore. His hatred and resentment for that man was such to plan to completely destroy and annihilate him, wanting to first dirt his person and honour and name, and then kill him with his own hands, as Ruslan was not going to give a damn about the plan of taking it easy. He wanted to deliver the last and fatal bullet to that dog himself, after he had suffered all sort of pain and disgrace. He wanted to see that son of a whore of Roman to fall on his knees, crawl on the ground and plead for mercy. He could see his miserable body there in the dirt, his blood staining the ground and then the bullet hitting his skull. He could not wait to give that fucker what he truly deserved.

The mere idea and image in his head gave Ruslan such vicious and devious pleasure that his entire body trembled for the sick excitement, pumping his blood faster and more restless, making his libido and pleasure grow of demented levels, and he growled out of mind while ramming inside of his lover, blocking the lover’s wrists and arms on the bed with his hands right when he penetrated the lover from behind, telling the lover all sort of obscene dirty words.

“You are such a slut...but it makes me fucking hard...” He slammed harder inside of his lover and then went faster and harsher, hitting and ramming mercilessly and groaning like some rabid dog.

But if you think the lover hated it, you are highly mistaking.

“Fuck...Ruslan, go fucking harder...” Maksym moaned and demanded, going to allow him deeper inside of me, loving the way Ruslan was fucking him.

“Shut up and just moan for me.” He ordered tightening the grip on his wrists and slamming so hard that had his lover fell down completely on his stomach, not able to longer stay on his knees. Ruslan grunted annoyed and pulling out, he let go of his hair just to grab Maksym’s hip and yank his ass out, letting him completely prostrated at him and at his mercy. “Better like this and don’t go down and tell me, who are you, ha?”

“I’m your bitch and your slut.” The other answered automatically grinding around him and losing himself in the pleasure and ecstasy of carnal senses about to completely invade and crush him. “Like this, fuck...”

Ruslan had begun to bang him faster and harder until both were moaning and groaning as if they had lost their mind and sanity and it was probably just like that. Ruslan and his lover reached the orgasm at the same time and Maksym felt his man’s teeth sinking in his shoulder not to cry too loud and he loved it, throwing him almost in a second orgasm. Ruslan stopped the ramming only when he felt completely satisfied and then collapsed on the other man’s shivering body suddenly pulling out and not caring he had reached the peak or not. He knew he had, he heard his slutty moans and cries, so why bother more with that? But damn it, he was the best fuck ever and so very obliging.

Right, he was the right puppet, as he was a useful puppet ready to be fucked any time he felt like.

“Move, you’re heavy.” Maksym complained and so Ruslan moved to the side on his back, staring at the ceiling and still fisting and stroking his erection. “You are still hard?”

“Your ass got me hard a second time, why don’t you take me in your mouth?”

The other man snorted and ignored it, going to move from the bed, but Ruslan did not like it and grabbing his chin, he forced him back.

“I’m talking to you.”

“And I heard you. You want me to suck you?” He saw the lust forming on his lover’s eyes and soon he felt himself hardening again. “Fine, only if you do the same.”

Sure, thought Ruslan, he was a useful and obliging puppet and quite the bitch sometimes, but he could be a pain in the ass, but why complaining? He sure could not screw everything and lose his occasion just because he had not enough patience and self control to tolerate this bitch here whims. He wanted to be sucked? Who gave a damn. He knew it worth, because Maksym had a damn talent for blow jobs.

“Come here then.”

After a rather harsh session, they lay on the bed naked and just staring at the ceiling while Maksym asked how things were going, wanting to understand when the right time would come for him to finally get what he deserved. He was tired of being considered an idiot and just the son of the boss, as he knew what those old and useless men said about him, what actually many people in the organization thought and whispered behind his back. But he could care less, for the simple reason he would make all of them pay and he had already drew the line of the allies and traitors.

“I need to get rid of that fucker. I have to kill him myself, but at the moment it’s not easy and I want to get down that other bastard, too.”

“Anton? It’s not easy, but that would create quite the shit and chaos and it’d be easier to attack more the organization and make some cleaning. The old man is nervous even though he pretends to be normal and believe me, killing his bodyguard will do the job. Set someone after him, but set someone good and not like the others that miserably failed. Those dogs are ready to hear my orders, as long as they get armies and the promise of large territory. As if I would ever give them a finger of my territory.” Boris’s son hated to deal with those Chechens, but he could not deny they were the best solution right now and when the right time would come, he knew how to solve the problem they represented.

No sharing or concessions were part of his final plan.

“I know how to get rid of him, don’t worry. Just get me the money I asked you and I’ll take care of everything. First let’s take that damn dog back to Kiev almost dead and then, after finishing the job with my hands, I’ll personally kill that other son of a bitch.”

“You really plan to send that one there? Don’t you think it’s risky? We have no complete and certain proofs he is in Ireland.”

“You fucking with me? Where the hell do you think your father sent him? I had my doubts confirmed yesterday, when that idiot of Igor kept silent. It was clear he was covering Roman and we’ll first check through that other piece of crap, that Sergei.” He smirked viciously, thinking about his idea. “He’ll talk for sure and if he knows something, he’ll tell us. At first I thought Roman was in Kazakhstan, given the new deals we discussed last month, but I should have acted faster.” It dangerously annoyed admitting Roman was a real and hard to die menace; it wasn’t easy to set someone after him, because he was damn well trained and his blood was just made of ice. The bitch spoke the truth in saying the others had miserably failed and he would have killed them with his own hands, were they not already six feet under. Oh, but he was going to take his revenge and fun later on. “He is the right man. I never met better hit-man and he will bring that dog back. I will contact him today already; we cannot waste more time or else the boss will sniff it and we can’t risk to be screwed.”

The boss’s son considered that and went to say something, but he shook his head and decided to let it go, for the simple reason he knew there was nothing he could say to make him change mind. It seemed rushed, because that Roman was someone unpredictable and Maksym had seen him working and killing; he wasn’t sure that hit-man would do, but Ruslan was right in saying he was the best one out there. He was set to destroy Roman and be it, for all he cared. Ruslan was actually right about that, because that man and his skills represented a great and very dangerous threaten to everything. Yes, they had to first eliminate him, right. Then they had to take care of Anton.

Hmm..but wasn’t this a waste of time? They should take care of them at first and accelerate the time.

“Fine, contact whomever you prefer.” He sat on the bed and then looked at his lover, completely naked and smoking a cigarette. “But don’t underestimate Roman and actually, we should move things faster, so go for Anton, too. If the old man loses both of his men, he’ll be completely unsettled and we know the other person is getting impatient, right?”

Ruslan took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke out, watching it dissolve in the poor lit room. He scratched his groin and felt it hardening at the idea of those two bastards gone. Yes, he would go contact that man right after another fuck, as today he was particularly hungry and hard. Then he thought about that other person his lover mentioned and yes, that person was getting impatient and told them to move, because elections and such were approaching. Ruslan gave a shit about politics, but he understood the importance of it for the connection it represented.

“I will go after Anton personally.” He decided and then stroked his hardening shaft a couple of times, eyeing the man beside him with growling lust.

“Fine, then he’ll be done for sure.” Maksym noticed his lover fisting his own cock and he knew that glare, but then remembered last night and felt irritation growing inside of him. He might enjoy be called “slut” in bed, but that didn’t mean he could be treated as one. “Where were you last night? I wanted to fuck and could not reach you. If you were with someone else...”

Ruslan gave him a hard and warning glare, but Maksym ignored it and challenged it back, so the other man growled annoyed and yanked his lover’s arm pulling him flat on his body.

“Getting cocky and jealous like a bitch, I see. Well, I like it.”

“Where the hell were you?”

“I had work and shit to take care of, as you know we delivered a corpse to the river and sure those dogs need some good incentives to stay with us. They are not stupid and sure we cannot afford to make errors, not right now when everything is set in motion. I will not allow mistakes.”

“Better for you to be true.” He let his hand travel down on the erection and gave a quick stroke. “You are hard again..”

“Yes and I want you now, so shut up.

Ruslan lit his cigarette and then threw the wads of cash on the table, lifting his eyes on the man sitting in front of him, impassively staring at it and simply doing nothing but breathing.

“How do you want him?” The man took the files Ruslan passed to him and read the profile and looked at the pictures and felt a sudden shock of excitement thinking about going after such subject. He was going to be a real challenge.

“I want to deliver him the final blow, that’s all. Take him back as you prefer, but still breathing.”

“I understand.” The man kept the impassive stare and then read the destination. “Ireland? Are you sure about that? I sure do not wish to waste time.”

“I am sure enough and the amount of money should be enough for the bother, don’t you think?” The man valued and weighted the cash in his hand and then nodded. Yes, it sure worth it the annoyance. “Plus, you can get some extra fun with this one. He left our organization and we knew nothing about his whereabouts until last day. If that bastard flew to Ireland, I’m sure he contacted this one here.” He waited for the hit-man’s reply and it just came as a nod. “I see you don’t ask questions. Very good and wise.”

“I do not care about your business and deals or why you want me to kill this one. If you pay me the right about of money, I will just do the job and will not fail it. You have my word. This man here is already dead.”

Ruslan smirked satisfied thinking about the moment he will pull the trigger and send that son of a bitch to hell, splattering his brain and blood on the dirt of a street.

“That is what I want to hear, but remember: the last blow is mine.” The other man nodded and said nothing more.

He had all the details he needed and now he would just need to plan the best way to enjoy the task and take down such exciting challenge. It would really look good on his profile and he knew that killing such huge and important shot would increase his reputation.

Ruslan left the place where the two men met and smirked like the sick traitor he was; now he had to take care of that other one and then be sure to play all of his cards in the right way and avoid fucking mistakes, because it would mean his head. The other person behind everything wasn’t so patient and it was not just a matter of losing patience for the upcoming elections; there was much more on the plate. His phone rang and before answering he looked at screen and seeing the ID an annoyed snort left his mouth.

“What the hell, now? We just met last night.” He shook his head and answered. “Yes? What is it?”

“Where are you?”

“I just went to take care of a business.” He replied vaguely and the person at the other side evilly chuckled understanding the meaning of those words.

“So you are going to take Roman with the stars down?”

“Don’t talk about it over the phone.” Ruslan hissed annoyed and the other person burst out laughing at his tone.

“What are you afraid of? It’s me controlling everything and you don’t need to worry. Once we will have dealt with those two men, the great boss will fall immediately and then everything will be in our hands and you will do as you please and have those deserved stars.” The person paused for a few moments and then sighed.

“What is it?” Ruslan enquired feeling something might be about to be a pain in the ass.

“Nothing much, but you might want to come back, as we could have a little problem and want to discuss it with you, before taking actions.”

“I see. Fine, be back soon.”

“Very well and Ruslan?”

“Yes?”

“Keep your whore away for tonight, is that understood?” At those words he smirked, thinking about the good and exciting night that was now prospected ahead of him, and caressed the gun he wore under his jacket.

“Yes, understood, will keep the puppet leashed.”

ANTON POV: A FEW DAYS LATER

I received a phone call in the morning about a corpse being found at the shore of the Dnieper and when they told the identity of it a fucking cold shiver went down my spine and my mouth went dry. Fuck. I thought we were fucked, because when I heard about the conditions of it, I knew what had happened. I told my men to keep it in a room where we usually dealt with some stuff and said I’ll be there in a couple of hours; before that, I wanted to make sure of something, because Roman had called me last night telling me he had the meeting fixed for today. Fuck, if it was what I thought...fuck. My friend was in serious shit and same applied to all of us.

I haven’t seen that bastard around for a couple of days and I knew something was damn fishy and damn it, I could not calm down and so I forced myself to stop the car to take a deep breath and curse at myself.

“Get it straight man, because this is not going to help Roman over there and shit, we are talking about Roman and nothing could take him down.”

Well, I hoped so.

Before returning to the road I checked the mirrors and see it was clear. I had this feeling of being watched and observed and I fucking knew they wanted to take me down and waited for the best moment, but they could go to hell, since I wasn’t going to give them the easy pleasure to get me effortlessly and I had to stay alive and alerted.

I drove to Igor’s place and after making sure it was clear and nobody was around, I forced the locket and broke inside; that idiot, why he never followed my advice to have at least a couple of people guarding him? Or a better and more secure place? Sure, he had our protection, but right now it meant nothing. The moment I stepped inside I cursed in every possible way. The place was a complete mess and it was obvious someone got here and searched around for info and damn it, that death idiot better had not kept information and details easy to find, or else we were all screwed. I sighed and passed a hand in my hair, walking a bit around and seeing the computer and some files on the desk.

Had they retrieved something? Shit, they better not, but I think Igor never kept copies of the forged documents and sure he didn’t keep a thing about Roma, but what if...? I cursed more and stormed out of the place, going to the car to drive back to where his corpse was held, as I had no doubt it was him.

And damn it: I had been right.

When I inspected the corpse, it was clear Igor withstood several tortures and I wondered if he kept his mouth shut or not. He was deadly scared of Roman and would never cross his path or betray him in any way and I had the idea my friend had something in his hands about Igor, obviously unknown to everyone else, and that sure guaranteed silence, but you never knew. When a man was pushed over the limits of bearable pain, nothing would go as planned. It was easy to slip and fail for the illusion that talking would ease the pain. I covered the body and told the men to leave. I was going to dispose of it myself, but first I had to do something else.

I pulled my cell phone out and called my friend.

“Roman my dear friend, it’s me.”

“Anton, what is it?” He immediately knew something was wrong. “What happened?”

“We have a damn huge problem. You, too.” I glanced a moment at the body and then sighed out loud. “They killed Igor and we found his body this morning and you know what that could mean, no need to tell you.”

He said nothing for a moment and then hissed something I didn’t understand.

“They are after me.” He said with a matter of fact tone.

“Not just that, my friend. I’m afraid the bastard here sent someone after you. He made a mess of Igor’s place and why killing him? Why beating him to death? They wanted information about us and in particular about you. Roman, keep your eyes open.”

“You, too.” He simply replied and then paused a moment. “Anton, be careful and take care, you know they are after you as well, right? If they take us down, boss will be very exposed.”

“I know.” I said. “Have you already met the dealers?”

“No, will meet them soon.”

“I see, well, let me know how it goes.”

“I will.”

ROMAN POV: -IRELAND, THE DAY OF THE MEETING WITH THE DEALERS-

After what Anton told me, I had another reason for taking extra precautions and I was glad I had already decided to follow those men to the agreed meeting point without getting noticed; there was something not in the right place and so I decided to move earlier and checked the place before the meeting and damn, it sure turned out a good decision.

I studied the faces of those two men from my hideout and then saw another one joining them with someone else, which meant it was four of them and not simply two as stipulated.

When the third man showed his face, I froze on the place.

What was he doing here?

That could not be possible, he could not be involved into this...not him. Fuck. What to do now?

Then my blood turned into complete ice when another thought crossed my mind and had my heart sink in dread.

My angel.

Enna, my angel and soul, was in danger.

Author's chit-chat:

So what do you think of the chapter and of what happened? What are your ideas about everything? Any guess?

A hit-man is unleashed after Roman and what will happen now? Who is the person he saw with the dealers? Things sure got way more complicated now and the deal is getting more serious and dangerous. We have many questions to answer... so let's wait for the upcoming chapter.

I will update soon in a few days, next week, so no worries :-)

Until next time!