AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“If you think I’m going to let you get away with what you did to my son, you’re dumber than a fucking bag of rocks.” Nathan Van Dyne’s tan face screws up with some mix of disgust and disdain. He slams a hand on the top of Luka’s desk and points to him. “This will be on you, Luka. The fish stinks from the head. And guess what else? The body dies once the head is chopped off. Do you want to bring hell on your family? Because it’s coming. To you, Red Ladro. None of you are safe.”
Luka’s jaw tightens and he stands up from his chair. We’re all gathered in his “official” office in Miami Beach. He’d never let Van Dyne close to his home or his pregnant wife.
“Let me tell you what you’re gonna do with your empty threats.” He walks around to face Van Dyne, who is about five inches shorter than my brother. “You’re going to shove them up your ass, or I’ll do it for you. You don’t talk about my family; you don’t even think about my family. I don’t give a fuck what you think you have on us, but I guarantee we have bigger shit on you and your family.” Luka lifts an eyebrow. “I can expose it at any time. Wanna test me?”
Van Dyne scoffs. “What the fuck could you possibly have on me? And who the hell would believe you thug assholes anyway? I’m a respected member of the business community—”
“Who invests in hotels where innocent young girls are snatched and sold for the international sex trade,” I interject. “You pathetic piece of shit.”
Nathan turns to glare at me. “You little prick. I should kill you right now for what you did to Tyson. What you did to my whole family.”
“I did the world a favor.” I stalk over to him and give his shoulder a shove. “Especially now that we know who and what Tyson was.”
Nathan’s face pales a little bit, but his eyes remain focused on me. “What the hell are you talking about?”
A nasty smirk plays at my lips. “I’m talking about the mile-long list of assault charges on Tyson that you had mysteriously expunged from the record. Must’ve cost you plenty to erase all that shit.”
“How the fuck do you know about those?”
“Us thug assholes have ways of uncovering the darkest kinds of shit, including the fact that it was Tyson who was responsible for Laney St. James’s death. The girl he paid off to position her in that wreck is ready to come forward and tell the world all about it. Even in death, Tyson will tarnish your ‘respected businessman’ reputation.” I shove a finger at his chest. “You wanna fuck with us? Ask your pal Denis Stepanov all about it. He was smart enough to stand down. Are you?”
“This isn’t over. You won’t get away with it.”
“Challenge accepted. Get ready to see your family name dragged through the shit, Nathan.” Nik lifts an eyebrow.
“And if you need proof of all the documentation we found on Tyson’s sex acts,” Alek says. “I’ll send you the website where they’ll all be posted.”
Nathan sinks into a chair in front of Luka’s desk. “Please don’t. He shamed us for too long.”
“Deal,” Alek says, leaning down to speak right into his face. “Now why don’t you tell us a little more about your friend Branko Ivanova.”
“Look, I invested in the hotels, okay? But that’s all. I never got involved with the girls.”
“You made money on the ones who were sold, yeah?” Luka folds his arms over his chest.
“Yes, but I didn’t have any say in what was done or how it was done. I was a silent partner.”
“You scumbag,” Alek growls, pulling out his Zippo lighter. “You supported the kidnapping and exploitation of innocent women. Women who were defenseless because they were drugged.”
Nathan’s eyes widen when Alek flips open the top of the lighter. “I told you, I had nothing to do with—”
Alek twists both of Nathan’s arms behind his back and holds his wrists in one of his massive hands. With his free hand, Alek holds the flame against Nathan’s crotch, setting fire to his pants.
Nathan screams like a little girl as the flame rises, spreading lower.
“Alek, for fuck’s sake. The fire sprinkler is gonna go off now,” Taras grunts.
Alek drops Nathan’s hands after a few seconds of his shouting, and he shrugs off his jacket to stomp out the fire scorching his cock. “You fucking lunatic!”
“Yeah,” Alek says, tossing the lighter into the air before sliding it back into his pocket. “You deserve to have your dick cut off for what you’ve done, but I’ll settle for singeing it.”
“I didn’t even know the guy who was running things,” Nathan yells, still smacking his crispy fried crotch. “You say his name is Branko Ivanova but I never even heard that name before now.”
“If we find out you’re lying, you know exactly what we’ll do.” I step forward. “And you’re also gonna drop any associations you have with Stuart St. James. Dissolve any contracts or agreements. From now on, everything you do is separate from his organization. And you won’t dare make a move to expose his involvement in any of that hotel shit, either. He’s innocent, and you know it. You used him to get leverage, and now you have nothing. If you’re smart, cut ties now and save your own ass. Be like your pal, Denis Stepanov. He knows what we can do. Stand down and keep what you have. Fuck with us, and we’ll blow everything to hell.”
Nathan stalks to the door of the office, his crotch thoroughly charred. I’m betting he wishes he wore a black suit today instead of the tan. He pulls open the office door and storms through it before slamming it shut behind him.
Luka collapses back into his chair and pushes his hair back. “Thank fuck you dug up all that shit on Tyson, Alek. Otherwise, we’d have nothing to bargain with.”
