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A single man remained at the wheel while the other three followed me into the building, where we walked past the line of people and beyond. "Excuse me, sir, you can't—" One curt glare was all it took for the receptionist to back off and let my men and I continue on our merry way up the elevator to the top floor where the C. E. O.'s office was located.
Pulling my gun out, I set my Korth NxR dead center of the beaten wooden desk before getting comfortable in the stiff office chair once I exited the elevator and booked it for the office. "You'd think he'd spruce the place up a bit with all the money we feed him." I thought out loud with a scoff.
"He's too busy wasting it away on girls above his pay grade." One of the guards mused with a ridiculing chuckle.
"Well, when you're a half-balding pig with a dick the size of a thumbnail, then you gotta pay for even decent pussy." Another chimed in with a snicker.
"If I ever have to pay to get laid then put me out of my misery." I joined in with my own scoffing chuckle. "Idiot's gotta get his priorities straight though, this is the third time he's been late with payment."
"Oh? Target practice for ya boss?" The others loved watching me shoot down non-compliant clients after too many strikes. "Think you can hit a running target from nearly a mile away?"
"Are you challenging me again Garett? After how much money you lost out on the last bet?" My eyebrow rose with my lopsided smirk as I leaned back in the chair with my arms behind my head and my feet kicked up on the desk.
"Quit making bets with him, you're only gonna stroke his already huge ass dick of an ego and make all the girls go to him." The guard next to him piped up, smacking his buddy in the arm.
"Well, whenever I do get a chance to snipe someone down again, I'll take another bet with you. One last chance for mister Hordile this time, but we won't leave without giving him one last proper warning so he won't be late next time or ever if he wants to continue doing business with us." I rather cut our losses with this slimeball, but Nikolai was adamant on keeping him strung with us until we siphoned all his assets.
Our conversation cut out from the office door swinging open with a fury to reveal an apple-faced man who huffed and puffed as if he would kneel over any second now. "You've some nerve Volkov! Marching into my business like this and breaking into my office!" Maybe the trip up here winded him so much that his brain suffered some damage from lack of oxygen because he was being a complete, brainless idiot.
Throwing my feet back to the ground, I leaned up and narrowed my eyes at him in warning. "Unless the next words out of your mouth are about the payment you owe the bratva, I don't want to hear it." To make my point clear, I reached over and placed my hand on my revolver on the desk.
The three guards by his side instantly pulled their pieces out and pointed them at me while my men took their aim at the guards in return. "I ain't paying you or your brothers shit anymore, so get out of here before I send you to your family in a coffin."
I couldn't help but laugh a little in mockery at his smugness. "I can shoot down all three before they get a chance at me, or at the very least my men would get them before they get me. As for whether or not you do business with us is not up to you at this point. Either you pay the protection fee and what you owe us, or we take you for all you have and leave you more homeless than a transient." Call me cocky and arrogant as fuck for tooting my own horn, but I didn't talk out of my ass; I'd very well back up my words without a shadow of a doubt.
"It'd be a shame for your wife's drug problems to be all across the internet. It would not look good for your little campaign of running for governor, nor would it do your precious children any good to have the rep of having a druggie mother and a corrupted father their whole lives. If you think I'd stop at just you then you better fucking think again Hordile." I overly dragged out my uncaring sigh as I let my fingers dance across the cold metal barrel of my gun. "I'd take every single penny from you and ruin you and your family for generations to come." It would suck for his family, but what happens to them would all be on him. So, he had no one but himself to blame.
It would suck the most for the children, but they'd learn to recover. Worst comes to worst, they create a whole new identity for themselves and turn their backs on their parents, who weren't really that good to begin with. Financially, they padded their spawns well, but other than that, mother was too busy with her head higher than the clouds while their father stuck his sorry excuse of a manhood into caverns of diseases with whoever he could pay off the street for a romp.
"You wouldn't… You're not a heartless bastard like your father." Oh, he wanted to pull that card now, huh?
My hollow chuckle trembled in the air before my dark, empty eyes settled on a rather nervous cue ball of a man. "You're right, I'm not as heartless. If I were anything like my father then we wouldn't even be having this conversation. You would have been flayed alive the second time you were late, your wife would have been thrown into a whore house, and you don't want to know what would have happened to your children. But if you for one second doubt what I'd do then I guess I have to step things up again."
Without a single sign of a warning, I lifted the gun and fired off three shots faster than a blink of an eye before training my aim on Holdile while the bodies of his guards dropped like flies around him. Using my free hand, I fished my phone out of my pocket to pull up one of our bank accounts. "If the money you owe us along with the interest doesn't show up in the next five seconds, you'll have the pleasure of meeting Nikolai's wife to find out why people fear her more than the Devil Volk himself."
The man trembled in his spot, but his hands and feet remained glued to his sides and the floor. "Five." My patient ran ice-thin. "Four."
That seemed to spur him into action with how he frantically fumbled for his phone in his pocket and began tapping away at it with shaky fingers. Seconds later, the numbers of the bank account on my screen jumped up in amount, bringing a somewhat satisfied smirk to my face as I got up from the ratty chair and walked over to him.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
BANG! BANG!
Chapter 12
Hanna
"Wow, if being married changes you this much then I don't know if I wanna be married. I mean, my life is my life, I do whatever the fuck I want when I want. Why should I have to compromise with my partner and cut my fun?"
In all reality, Angel's husband wasn't shabby from what's been spilled to me so far by her, but I complained for the sake of it because Angel had decided last minute to stay home to not worry Nikolai.
I missed having my best girl next to me on the field, mainly because I didn't trust anyone but Angel fully to have my back. Even if I got along with all our men and players, it was only on the surface. Angel was the only person I trusted blindly without a single ounce of hesitation.
"Hanna, relationships, any relationship, is all about compromise. Even our friendship is full of compromises. I accept the fact that you love to beat people up, so I point you in the right direction instead of trying to stop you." Angel pointed out with a little raise in her voice that made her sound amused.
"Wha? Our friendship isn't filled with compromise, it just works because it's us." It was clear from my high-pitched voice that I wasn't convinced one bit, but I'll be damned if I let Angel take the win this early in our conversation.
It's not like I could argue with her either way because she was entirely correct.
