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Chapter Seventeen
RHYS
"I still don’t get why the fuck we didn’t just blow his damn head off!" Vera whisper screams as we haul a tall, thin man who I knocked out down into our bunker of sorts. Though, it’s not exactly for riding out storms. I created it, with a back entrance, for the purpose of what we are about to do with this motherfucker Vera and I just found on the streets of Ukraine; torture.
It has now been over a month since she finally admitted to me that she could start feeling something, and while we aren’t exactly lovey dovey and all that mushy shit, we sure to fuck like rabbits and work well as a team.
After that night, we decided to take to the streets ourselves, glocks in hand, and get the information we wanted out of any low life drug dealer or street rat we found. We have worked our way up from the bottom of the rung to find out who the big guys are. And it is becoming clearer each day who runs this shit.
I was skeptical at first, sure that there had to be more than just Glib involved with as many drugs are on these streets. Even took a trip to other cities to see who else is running this, and that’s where this shithead came from. Knocked him out for a car ride, and I am sure he will be awake soon, so we better get him down there.
"Information. We need to know who else is pumping Ukrainians full of drugs so we can get to them. Isn’t that what we are doing, eliminating the shit out of these men? Sometimes, we have to sacrifice instant gratification,dytyna." I smirk at her through the sweat on my face from the effort of carrying this man; he’s pretty fucking heavy for such a scrawny ass.
Vera sighs, and I know I have hit a nerve. She loves when I call her baby in her native language. I know this will shut her up long enough to get him tied up and locked up. This is something I don’t want any of our men in on. Vera has mentioned before she always wonders if there is a mole, and we can’t risk one going to Glib or anyone else about this. Whatever we learn will stay with us for now.
Vera and I get to work in silence, a dim light dangling above us and a small lamp in the corner the only guides we have as we use chains attached to pegs in the ground to keep this man in one spot. He is moaning as we finish up, clearly about to open his eyes. I don’t want either of us within scratching distance when he does; who the hell knows what diseases he has?
He looks fucking awful, exactly like what you would think a drug dealer who does it to earn more money for his own fix does.
"Shit, shit, shit!" he wakes up saying, shaking around in his chains as he looks up at Vera in bewilderment. "Please, don’t put me in the ring, please. Give me any task, just don’t put me in there. Just shoot me!" he begs, his yellow teeth chattering with the fear. This is going to be easier than I thought....maybe a little disappointedly boring.
"You know Vera?" I ask him, pointing to my wife who is sneering at him, enjoying every moment of this like she feeds on his terror.
"Tak. Everyone on the streets does. Getting caught by her is like being a prisoner of war."
Vera lets out a maniacal laugh behind me, and I feel myself getting hard. Shit, this is so not the damn time. "So, you'll tell us what we want to know, if I swear Vera can’t put you in the cage to fight?" I ask him, daring to get closer to his face. I don’t think he’s going to bite or spit or anything; he is entirely too frightened right now.
"What the hell, Romanian!" Vera yells at me, her hand on my ear in an instant and dragging me away.
I growl in anger, my face going hot as I flip around on her. This is not the fight we need to have in front of a hostage. "You’ve got to fucking trust me,dytyna," I hiss at her so that we can’t be heard. "We need to know how he works for and what their plans are if he can tell us that. You need to look at the end game. I know what I am doing."
Vera glares at me, and I know a threaten, possibly even a very hard slap is coming. "I will give you this trust one time, Rhys, but if you break it, I break your jaw and then I put him in that cage anyway."
Yep, that’s my wife.
I smile and pull her into a passionate kiss before she rips my head away with a roar and starts pacing, waiting for me to do my thing.
"I am a little disappointed that I won’t need to torture you first, but all I want is information, the kind that would probably get you in trouble. Are you willing to give that to us?" I ask him, my eyes boring into him.
"And s-s-she won’t make me f-f-fight?" he stammers, nodding a twitching head towards Vera.
"No, she has agreed if you tell us all we want to know, you will not fight in her cage." I am very careful with my words, and I don’t think even Vera realizes what I am doing. I am a man of my word, but only my exact word.
"What you w-want to know?"
"Who you work for," I tell him simply, my arms crossing over my chest.
"His name is Glib," he says, not looking me in the eye. He knows he will be killed for giving this away. Or worse. But I just can’t get my head around the fact that this slimy fucker controls so much of the streets in this country.
"How has he gotten his reach so far, and what all does he sell?" I ask, seeing how far I can stretch this desperate man.
"I have been with him for only few months," our hostage responds. "But I see change in product. Used to be heroine everywhere. Streets loved it. Then, some cocaine too. Now, he has new business. The pills. Opiates. Benzos. Sometimes, we even mix with other drugs for better high. The money is rolling in."
"What the fuck!" Vera rages, and I don’t know if I will be able to stop her now. I know just what she is thinking, and there is a good chance she is right. It is not like Olena’s family wanted to dig into her painful death and do a full toxicology, and now they can’t. She sits in an urn on top of the fireplace. But a mix of shit like that, and someone is guaranteed to OD at some point.
"I am leaving now, Rhys. I am getting my men and going hunting. I will have Glib's head by morning."
I stride across the room, just barely blocking the way out in time as she rams into my hard chest. She beats it, screaming, losing it. I grab her hard on the arms and hold her at a length. I have no choice.
"Vera!" I holler loudly, loud enough to make our hostage flinch and cower. "You are going to ruin everything if you do that. I know you want this. I know why. And he will get what he deserves. But haste can get us killed. Please, wait for clear heads and a fucking plan, or I will have to tie you up too."
She grunts but backs off. "Fine. What are we doing with him?" she spits, pointing to the hostage who suddenly looks like he could stroke out from the fright.
"We can play this one of two ways; we fuck him up and send him to Glib who will kill him anyway and have him warn Glib but scare him shitless. Or we kill the guy now and keep it quiet," I offer her.
"No! Do not send me back! Just kill me now!" the man rages suddenly, shaking and bucking against his chains.
Vera grins. "I think we have our answer."
