Page 6 of Captive Union
“Are you sure this is a smart plan, boss?” Scott asks. He joined me a year ago. He was a washed-up athlete turned druggie who wanted to belong to something bigger than himself.
I give him a withering look. Throughout my life, I’ve been praised for my good looks. They’ve helped me regain power again and again. Good looks and charm are a deadly combination. But that doesn’t mean I can’t intimidate a man. With my height and muscular build, I could beat any one of my guys in a fight, and they all know this. It also helps that I have black hair and black eyes that some have jokingly described as “seeing into the soul of the devil.” I like being thought of as the devil. If it sends fear into the hearts of my enemies, then better for me. “I’m your boss. Don’t question me again,Scott. If you do, I can break you down just like I raised you up.”
He gulps and nods, turning away to stash the gun in the van.
As I look out over my ragtag team, I think about how much I’ve grown on my own. I wasn’t born into a legacy like Maxim. I’ve created my power from the ground up.
I know Maxim and Alexei are probably wondering when I’m going to strike again. Or maybe they think I’m dead. Last year, after Alexei got the better of me, I had news spread out that I’d died. It’s just a matter if the Petrov brothers believe it or not. Knowing how paranoid Maxim is, he probably didn’t believe it.
Either way, I had to bide my time to get them to drop their guards again.
I don’t think they’ll be expecting me tonight. And they definitely won’t be expecting my plan because it’s nothing I’ve ever done before.
In the past, I used guns and brute force to attack them. And while yes, I’m doing something similar tonight, they won’t be expecting who I have my eyes set on.
Kira Petrov.
Over the year, as I concocted my plan, I knew I had to think outside the box. Death would be too simple for Maxim and Alexei. I want them to hurt as they’ve hurt me. My father and I were close, unlike them with their father. And so maybe they just couldn’t understand what it’s like to lose a family member you love. But I know what it’s like, and it’s the most excruciating pain imaginable.
I actually kidnapped Alexei’s wife last year in an attempt to bring Alexei to me, and it worked.
But this new plan isn’t the same. I plan on kidnapping Kira and taking her for myself. They’ll never get her back, and they’ll have to live with the knowledge that they couldn’t protect their baby sister. The big bad wolf is coming for the innocent red riding hood, and they don’t even know.
When I saw pictures of Kira, it just helped seal my plan and put it into motion. She’s stunning, a mixture of innocence and shyness. In all the pictures I’ve seen of her, she’s had her head ducked or her eyes averted like she’s too afraid to look at the world around her.
In the past, before Maxim ruined my life, I had a thing for outspoken women. But now, with this darkness within me, I crave to spoil something so innocent. I’m going to make her mine in every way possible.
My spies have informed me that most of her family tends to ignore her as they’re busy with their own lives and marriages. But I know Maxim has a soft spot for her. So taking her will be an extra blow to his ego.
I’m going to hurt the Petrovs from the ground up, make them feel my wrath in all its glory.
But first, I have a party to prepare for.
I instruct my men to continue loading up the guns. We’re going to need a lot tonight to cause a commotion. That’ll be to our benefit. The Petrovs won’t even know what hit them.
“I’ll be back in an hour,” I tell them. “I need you all to be ready then. No one gets to slack off tonight. If you do, you’ll get a knife to your penis, which I’ll personally cut off. Understood?” They all nod, looking terrified. Good. Let them be scared of me. I’m a motherfucking presence, and I’m not going to withstand any more disrespect.
I leave, letting them shit their pants in my absence. Instead of going home to change, I go to the cemetery.
After walking through grave stones and along stone pathways, I find my family’s mausoleum, where my parents and my sister are buried. I go inside and sit down, feeling comforted and surrounded by family. My mom and sister died in a tragic car accident when I was young. Nothing nefarious. I know because my father looked into it to make sure. Nothing came out of it, so I’ve always had to come to terms with the fact that half my family died in one night due to nothing more than just bad luck. It was just my father and me together for years. It explains how we became so close and relied on each other. Then, when he was murdered before my eyes as punishment formyactions, when he did nothing wrong, a black hole replaced my heart.
I haven’t been the same since that day five years ago. I was so fucking stupid going up against Maxim when I didn’t have the manpower. I was just a cocky little shit who thought he could do better as a leader. I stole some of Maxim’s drug shipments. He thought it was my father’s doing, but when he found out I did it, instead of killing me, he killed my father. I knew at that moment how much I’d fucked up. I wasn’t prepared for the consequences.
But now …
Now, I have no one but myself. So if I die, at least I’ll find some peace. I have no one else to care about, no more weaknesses in my life that can be used against me. I only have myself, all alone, a lonely black hole.
I don’t desire love, though. Love is a fucking weakness. When I take Kira and make her mine, it won’t be about love. It is revenge wrapped in a cute package. I get to hurt Maxim and Alexei while having something pretty to look at and fuck whenever I please. Kira will just be a warm body for me to use to hurt her brothers.
And I don’t feel any shame about that at all.
I only have hate in my heart now. Nothing more. Nothing ever again.
I walk to my father’s coffin and lay my hand on it. “This is for you, Dad. I’m finally going to hurt the Petrovs as they’ve hurt me. I’m going to get my revenge. I can almost see you smiling wherever you are. I know you’re proud of me. I love you, and I miss you to this day.”
A tear slides down my cheek, and I rub it away roughly. I’ve taught myself not to cry much over the years. It was pointless when other things required my attention, like building an army and gaining money to be able to afford said army. I’ve avoided this mausoleum over the years, though a caretaker comes to keep it well maintained. I wanted to make sure my family was still being taken care of, even in death.
Now that I’m here, it hits me how much I miss my father. I let another tear slip out, then another. I lean over the coffin, head bowed, and cry. The release is swift and strong. God, it feels fucking good just to let it all out. All the pain, all the hate, all the anger.
