RUSSIAN WAREHOUSE.
Devil's POV:
I imagined her stripping her dress and cum immediately.
I went into the bathtub and took a quick cold shower. Soon, my penis went down again.
I really needed to go and find those who plotted against me, but the poor girl's issue jumped into my mind. I thought about her for a while as she was dead out of fear, injury, or hunger, at the same time I was fuck*n hungry.
"Pull the chair out" the head maid ordered.
It was part of her work, but there other important things I assigned her to take care of.
I picked up the food and ate while I walked to the poor girl's room. For the first time, they saw me do that.
"She's alive and needs rest," Tracy explained.
"What's her name?" for the first time, I politely asked her though she was my personal nurse but she stood there and watched me.
"What's her name!?" I yelled at her, I saw the fear in her eyes as she shrunk and dropped her purse. Maybe, the head maid told her what had happened to her earlier when she couldn't get her. She knew I was going to do the same, but I'd never punish someone for something I didn't assign her to do, and probably, doing something I didn't assign you to do. Just like what I did to Aaron.
"You're not leaving until you know her name!", I yelled again. Actually, I wanted to wake her up to watch those beautiful eyes, but it wasn't working. I could have raised her up anyhow I wanted but she would have died looking at the stress on her face. I would age her around 21 to 22 but she was beautiful just like the mermaid I had watched in movies, just that she wasn't a fish. Her hair, I've never met someone with such beauty.
"Hmm.." The poor thing sighed, her face reflected how she was severely tired. Tracy, just stood there confused.
"Give her this when she wakes up" I offered my food and dropped it on the table. Her beauty had made me full and mostly, the two spoons of the meal.
"Al.. alright..mast...Dev...",
"Devil", Aaron helped her.
I watched both of them. Their faces looked suspicious. They might be hiding something from me. But, Aaron was so committed to me and I trusted him on that. Sometimes, I left some missions for him and he did them clean and left no traces of them. This time, I kept one phone on me and the other one with Aaron, my right-hand man.
I traveled so many places with him and knew a bit of me, though, he boasted he knew all.
I didn't bother to challenge that fact so that he could learn more then.
Tracy once took a bullet out of my arm and I didn't feel any pain. That was when I signed her as my doctor.
"What do you want here, I said you should stay a reasonable distance away from me always!"
"Jambo called, he said there 3 Jamaicans at the Casino and he suspects them."
Suddenly, I received an SMS from an unknown number that read,
"WELCOME, CHICAGO'S 3RD MAFIA. DELIVER THAT GIRL BEFORE ANY OTHER BUSINESS."
I laughed devilishly and brushed my hair backward.
"Tell Bouncer, if anything silly happens over there, I'll bury him alive". I replied and got out. Tracy and Aaron's eye contact flashed me but, it wasn't my business.
"Equip the Wagon, we're going for a dark night", I commanded Aaron when I walked past him.
"Already done, Devil".
He shocked me for the first time.
"Why did you do that!?"
"I overheard it while you were dressing." That got me so suspicious. But, I need to go with him to the warehouse.
'What was he Plotting against me?", I thought. I wanted to shoot him there, but, my poor lady was sleeping.
'Maybe, I'd do it at the Russian Warehouse', I whispered. Not even, a ghost heard it, but I needed to make sure the girl was doing fine.
Russian Warehouse
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"Where is your master's office!?", Aaron pinned one guard to the ground in front of me while I questioned.
"I ain't telling you shit!" He cursed and spat on my shoes.
"That was a bold one. I like such people. Aaron put some respect in him..." I whispered calmly. Before I mentioned the last word, he had already pushed a bullet into his right elbow.
The tiger in me had not appeared yet. Almost twelve security guards were already dead, thanks to Aaron whom I had planned to kill. He loved wearing black, just like his brain. I liked it too, but I preferred white the most. He had daggers on his right and left foot modeled on each side of his boots.
"Ahhh, he's inside his office!!!!, fuck, fuck, fuck, use the left wings to reach the tunnel and I promise you won't come back alive" He explained.
Aaron, cracked his neck after I had communicated that with eye language.
"Let's go there", I led the way unarmed and my hands at my back. "Open this damn door..."
Before I could finish my statement, Aaron had knocked on the door open. I wasn't asking him but he had opened it. I needed to deal with him. I would make his death so painful.
"Let's talk about this", the Russian Mafia asked.
He was far older than me but I was a different Mafia, an Assassin Mafia.
"I'll give you any amount...", he pleaded.
He knew my capabilities. I had killed a Politician for him once when he wanted to redirect all attention in order to import his drugs here in Chicago. Wait, in the first place, why was he involved in human trafficking now? I asked myself but snubbed it off.
"I want your big club." I requested calmly and sat on his chair. His female secretary was half naked, they were having sex when we knocked in. All those noises, he never heard them and no guard could reach him.
"Give me that package and my club will be all yours."
"Why did you try to kill me?" I asked.
"I'm not the only one, little boy!"
He spoke good English as well. His table was covered in powered drug, and every wind that blew from his movements threw a bit into my nose, so I stood up and sat him on the table.
The lady was high and didn't care about what we were talking about. He had dazed her badly. Her face was half painted with the drug, who does that to a lady to have sex with? Aaron didn't look at her at all. He was listening to us.
"Why do you want the girl?"
"I'm taking her to Russia before the others see her, that's all you need to know! That's all I can tell you."
"Sign your club documents for me and she'll be yours."
He stupidly signed fake documents and Aaron took them. I knew he was just a representative of the Russian Mafia. I spoke to him once to his face. That was the day he killed my uncle pretending to be an executive of the Eargan.
"Just as you didn't pay me for the delivery of the package and plotted to kill me, I'm not giving you the girl.", I said as I walked toward to door. Suddenly, I heard a gunshot while Aaron held my shoulders.
My brain asked 100 questions in a mili seconds. I thought Aaron shot me, rather, he had saved my ass from that gunshot. I pushed him aside and the second bullet hit the door. I jumped, moved two steps on the wall, and kicked the gun out of his hand. He hit some books on his table so that the particles of the hard drug would destruct my vision but I had already grabbed his chubby neck. I stabbed him in his eyes with my dagger, left tit in his eye socket, held his head, and hit it on the same table. The dagger pierced his brain. That wasn't enough for him, I turned his left arm and fired four bullets in him, two in his neck and the other two in his heart.
Aaron was still down and bleeding, his eyes were opened widely. I had planned to kill him but why did he save my ass? I needed to keep him alive.
"Aaron!!", I slapped him. I wanted him to stay alive. he was very heavy, but I managed to carry him to my car. Bullets had hit almost all parts but I could drive. It was getting dark. I drove 200k/h. The police didn't stop me. I had not paid them off but my cars weren't part of their duties.