Page 2 of Hunt Me
“We should check to ensure there are no innocents.” Innocents. In our line of work, no one was truly innocent, yet I’d voiced my refusal to kill women and children before. This could make or break my promotion, but I stood fast in my beliefs. Nervous, I sought his approval.
“You will be a great leader one day. Make it happen.”
I nodded in relief, motioning the others to continue. “Vissarian. Check the perimeter. Make certain there are no innocent bystanders.”
My cousin was my age, already an aggressive soldier deemedvor v zakone, or in English a thief in law, also an honored position. He grabbed two of his men, heading off toward the main part of the amusement park where our task was to create an explosive surprise.
We moved in accordance with our plan, placing explosives in strategic locations. As we headed for the building housing the Irish bastards, my excitement grew to a near frenzy. I was itching to pull the trigger, eager to be a part of taking a man’s life. I was more than ready to accept my leadership role.
And one day I would rule as Pakhan.
When the devices were in position, we moved stealthily through the buildings toward the meeting facility. The goal was simple. Full annihilation of everyone inside. We refused to allow any chance for escape.
Sergio remained right behind me, his grin almost fatherly.
“Are you ready?” he asked from beside me.
“Let the fuckers burn.”
I didn’t hesitate, kicking open the door and rushing inside.
The Irishmen had zero chance to react before we opened fire. I stood in the center, allowing the AK-15 to do all the work. I’d envisioned taking my time, torturing every single asshole inside as they’d done to my Russian brothers, but my loyalty had prevented me from making the suggestion.
As the bodies dropped one after the other, I took a deep breath, admiring the work we’d accomplished. Strings of blood and gore covered the walls and floor, the massacre satisfying the sadist deep within.
A single moan drew my attention, one of the fuckers left alive. With a smile on my face, I stepped over the broken bodies, finding the asshole crawling toward the exit. As if he would make it out alive. I fisted his hair, twisting his body awkwardly while jerking out my knife.
His eyes opened wide, the terror in them delightful.
I recognized the fuck immediately as Tristen’s brother. Ryan was second in command. Equally as dangerous.
“Please. I have a family,” he whimpered.
I’ll be damned. Even the powerful crumbled in the end.
“Naslazhdaytes’ vremenem v adu,” I hissed seconds before driving the blade into his chest.
Enjoy time in hell.
As I twisted the knife, jerking it upward, blood spewed from his mouth, his screams dying almost immediately. Within seconds, the look of horror in his eyes faded, the vacant stare now in its place.
I caught Sergio’s eye.
He issued a single nod of respect.
I’d passed the test.
As I took several deep breaths, I did another sweep of the compound. “Where the fuck is Tristen?”
The fucker had either gotten wind of the attack or had simply sent his brother to do the dirty work. Ryan handled disposal of weak links. My mind was pulled toward the thought of the music I’d heard earlier. Had the fucker lured enemies here to their deaths?
“This will be enough,” Sergio stated, although I heard the same edge to his voice I had in mine.
Fuck. Goddamn it. I couldn’t allow my anger to corrode what we’d come to accomplish. I’d hunt Tristen O’Shaughnessy another day.
“Podzhech’ vzryvchatku,” I commanded as I turned in a full circle, ensuring our work inside had been completed.
Ignite the explosives.
