Font Size:  

The response over his earpiece was immediate. “First floor clear. One contact down. Continuing to the third floor.”

They entered the top floor with no resistance. All doors in the corridor were open but only one had a light on. Gadai moved toward it as his men checked for people asleep in the other rooms.

He stopped next to the entrance to the lit office. Two of his three men accompanied him, while another stood in a doorway down the hall and signaled with one finger. The flash and the muffled pop of his Beretta 92F were loud enough to cause the clack of keyboards in the office to go silent.

Gadai moved through the door with his weapon in front of him. Raisa Durov let out a strangled chirp of a scream and her husband’s eyes widened as he raised his hands.

“Stay where you are,” Gadai said as his men fanned out behind him.

“What . . .” Maxim stammered. “What do you want?”

“Information.”

“Do you know who really owns this company?” Raisa said incredulously. “You can’t do this.”

“Shut up, woman!” Gadai said, approaching and pressing his silencer to the side of her head. She cringed in fear and he locked eyes with her husband. “Do you want her to die?”

“No! Please. Don’t hurt her.”

Gadai handed him a piece of paper. “This email address. Who does it belong to?”

“How would I know? People don’t have to give me their real names or locations when they set up an address. It could be anyone.”

It was an absurd lie. His ISP wasn’t Google. It was private, expensive, and highly selective. Maxim would have access to everything that went through his server.

“Third floor clear,” came the voice over his earpiece. “Three contacts down.”

Gadai turned his gaze to the young woman for a moment. She was in her late twenties, with a thin body and vaguely Asian features. Her dark hair had a streak of blue that was nearly identical to the color of the sweater stretched tightly over her breasts. Another whore like the one who had been sleeping with the men below.

“Do what you want wi

th her,” Gadai said, taking a step back and adjusting his aim to Maxim’s head.

His men grabbed the woman and threw her to the floor. One used a switchblade to cut off her sweater, leaving a thin red line where the blade had contacted her skin.

“No!” Maxim shouted. “Stop!” He tried to get out of his chair, but Gadai slammed a boot into his chest.

One of his men had a hand clamped over the woman’s mouth and her arms pinned behind her. She fought wildly as the other cut through her pants.

“Stop!” Maxim said, the panic rising in his voice. “I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

“Too late.” The woman’s bra and jeans were in tatters on the floor now, leaving her wearing nothing but a pair of bright red panties. Gadai was enjoying watching the terror in her eyes.

“Please! Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you,” Maxim begged. “If you hurt her, though, I’ll lock the whole system down. I swear you won’t get anything.”

It was an empty but expected threat. A hierarchy had been established, and Maxim was well aware of where he and his wife existed on it.

“Since we seem to understand one another,” Gadai said, “my men will stop.”

The disappointment was clear on their faces, but it made sense to pull back before the woman was completely naked before them. It provided a line that her husband would not want crossed.

“Who does that email address belong to?” Gadai repeated.

“I have to use my computer to find out.”

Gadai nodded and the man turned slowly in his chair, reluctant to take his eyes off the men holding his wife.

“I have people monitoring every access point into this industrial park,” Gadai said, pressing his gun to the back of Maxim’s neck. “If you send out a warning and we see someone approach, I’ll make you watch my men cut your wife apart.”

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like