Page 51 of Trapping His Angel
Just depended on how stubborn the victim was.
“My boss’ boss, man. I mean, that’s the word as it trickles down. I was just following orders.” He was a little high himself, from the way he was acting.
“This is Petrov territory,” I told him, and watched in satisfaction as his eyes widened in disbelief. “And you are trespassing. So, I’ll ask you one time. Who do you work for?”
He babbled on about his kids and his family at home. I ignored all that shit. I nodded to Nikolay, who pulled a knife out of his boot, and stabbed the man in his shoulder. His screams rang in the quiet night air.
“This time I’ll ask,” Nikolay growled, as he twisted his knife deeper. “Who sent you?”
The man screamed louder, his cries echoing off the buildings.
“T-the-” he trailed off.
I motioned for Nikolay to try it again. He grabbed the man’s other shoulder, and tore his knife through the muscle. The man wailed and fell to the ground.
Makari knelt in front of his pained form. “Tell us who sent you, and you’ll be able to make it to the hospital, before your arm is no longer useful to you.”
“V-Ven-” he stopped what he was saying, coughing up what sounded like his lung.
Makari sighed, like this was all beneath him, and dug his finger into the wound. I was honestly sick of hearing this man scream, and debating putting a bullet between his eyes if he didn’t answer the question.
“Venezuelans,” he panted, before he collapsed on the dirty ground.
“Get someone to dump his body at the hospital. Maybe they can fix him up before he bleeds out,” I ordered.
Two men came running down the alleyway after Makari sent out a message. They hauled the rat away.
“Well, we knew the Yakuza was mixed in with the Venezuelans, but I didn’t know it was this deep,” Nikolay broke the silence.
“Need to know basis,” I said gruffly. “And you didn’t need to know.”
“Right. Guess I’ll just go back to stealing paintings. No need to thank me for helping you figure out who was selling drugs in the Brotherhood’s territory.” He waved a one-finger salute behind him as he walked out of the alleyway.
“So dramatic,” Makari muttered.
“I’m putting that on his Christmas card,” I mused.
We headed back to the car, so the cleaners could get in the alley, and clean up any evidence we left behind. They weren’t just good to have for body disposal. Our team could do it all.
“I noticed you didn’t get your hands dirty this time,” Makari said as we got into my car.
“Well, it takes less cleanup time.” I gave him a perfectly reasonable excuse that I thought of a few days ago. The real reason was that I didn’t want mymalen'kiy angelworried about me. If I came home all the time covered in blood, her precious mind would be concerned with my whereabouts.
I didn’t want to worry about her pretty little head like that.
“What are you planning on doing with the Cartel?” Makari asked.
“Well, since Roman is still on his honeymoon enjoying his new wife, I guess it’s my job to bother the Pakhan with this, and see where he wants to take things.” I had been hoping not to get Viktor involved.
“Do you have a solution to the problem?” Makari looked over at me.
I hesitated to tell him. “I do, but I would rather wait for the Pakhan’s orders.”
Makari nodded. “Understood.”
We drove the rest of the distance in silence. Once wereached the mansion and climbed out, I headed straight for the Pakhan’s quarters. They weren’t in a specific wing, rather there was a top section of the house that was closed off to all but close family.
That was where Viktor and Tiffany were now living.