“Carlos, I’m sure we can work this out,” Dima says, trying to de-escalate the situation.
“No, it's fine. Let him go. But now you owe me, Simon.”
His face pales as horror and regret take over that stunning face.
“I don’t owe you anything,” he says.
“Simon, shut the fuck up before I put a bullet in your head myself,” Dima shouts at him and its a promise, not a warning. I rub my jaw, thinking of things he could do to repay my leniency.
“He’s quite the liability, Dima. But I'm a reasonable man. I’ll forget this whole thing, as long as Simon fulfills whatever request I have for him. One favor in return for his freedom,” I say, and I’m struggling to contain my excitement, because Simon has no choice. Nowhere to turn.
“When?” Dima asks. I already know what I want from him, but I'll make him sweat a little first.
“What! You can’t be serious Dima, he fucking deserved it!” Simon argues on deaf ears.
“Simon. Shut it!” Dima roars, and Si looks down at the ground in defeat.
“There is no timeframe. He’s lucky I’m allowing him to walk away. Other men in his position would be dead.”
“We understand, don’t we Simon?” Dima says.
“Fine,” Simon grits out before storming out of the room.
“I’ll be in touch, little lion,” I shout after him, seeing him stall for a moment, before finally retreating.
“I don’t know what his problem is,” Dima mutters.
“Oh I do. Don’t worry. He’ll be fine. We need to finish up here, so you can see yourselves out,” I say before turning my attention back to the two idiots tied up in front of me. As the Kozlovs leave the property, with only myself and my men remaining, I get to work. Standing in front of the pathetic shits who betrayed me, excitement starts to peak as it’s been so long since I’ve been hands-on.
“I don’t need to make a speech on what you did wrong or why you are about to die. I don’t think you’re that dumb.”
“Please…please, I swear I’ll disappear. You’ll never hear from us again, please, please don’t do this!”
“I take it back, you are dumb. Can one of you fetch my pliers, please?” I ask one of my men. Mark, one of my newer members, walks to the unit in the back of the room and brings me my pliers.
“Lucas, help Mark hold their heads. I wanna take my souvenir,” I say as I walk toward the first guy, who is still passed out from Ivan’s efforts. The second guy is screaming his head off. I fix the pliers around the first guy's canine tooth, and set it free. The force and pain is enough to wake him up out of his unconscious state. As I tear the tooth away, blood flows down my plier onto my hands while the man cries out in agony.
Moving over to the loud fucker, who is still pleading for his life, I repeat the same thing, although this is harder as he is moving around more and requires both Mark and Lucas to hold him down. Sweat beads across my forehead as it's quite the exertion removing teeth on a living and conscious human, but I get the tooth, and place it in Lucas’ hand with the other tooth.
“Make arrangements for them to be gold plated and sent straight back to me.”
“Sure. How do you wanna dispose of them?” Lucas says, nodding over to the toothless pricks.
“Shoot them. Quick and easy and get rid of their bodies on the containers. They can be fish food.”
“Got it,” Lucas says as he orders the guys to get on with the killing. I stand back with my arms folded across my chest and watch as a bullet is delivered into each of their brains. Fast and clean. No fuss.
“When you’re done here, head over to my place. We need to arrange to collect my brother.”
Lucas nods in agreement and I head out. Tonight has been a brain fuck. From my brother scamming me to such epic levels, to finding out I had disloyal workers, and then Simon acting like a brat, making a show for everyone.
I’m not too mad at Simon, though. I’m actually happy he threw a tantrum, because now he’s mine. He owes me.
Shame on him, he doesn’t know he’s about to take a little trip with me back home to Brazil.
I cannot wait to tell him the news.
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