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“Are we going to need the cleanup crew?” Alexei asked, looking at the bodies that were scattered in the street and building.
Shaking my head, I don’t bother sparing a second glance at the area. “No. No one is going to care about these low lives, especially in this area. And if anyone dares to retaliate, then we’ll show them how bad of a decision it is to fuck with us.” This area of town was worse than the slums. The chances of any crime happening here escalating to something serious was basically none.
Looking at Lev, I asked, “The building cleared?” I wasn’t worried about witnesses either in this area of town. Most of them are too cracked out of their mind to be reliable. Besides, even if they were somehow credible, they wouldn’t get far with making a case against us. Not with the cops in our pockets.
“Yeah, not much to clear. Got us some pocket change. Stepan and Arseny are setting the charges right now. And before you ask, yes every single living being is cleared for the next half mile basically.” Lev reported to me as I tied the passed out scumbag with some duct tape and tossed him into the back of the van.
“I’ll drop you guys off and let you get ourguestsettled at one of the warehouses while I head back to the house. Just text me which warehouse when you guys decide on one. Don’t rough him up too much, we all know who gets first shot.” Again, if it were up to me then the idiot in the back wouldn’t be alive still.
The three of us waited by the van for Stepan and Arseny to finish setting the explosives before driving a small distance and setting them off, watching the flames engulf the collapsing building for a good minute before driving off.
“So, do you think she’s going to take this well? I mean, it’s not like she asked you for it, nor did you run the idea by her.” Stepan questioned when we were on the road.
Sighing softly, I ran a hand down my face. “Hopefully she takes it well...” Well, it could only go uphill or downhill once I told her what I did.
“Not everyone needs death therapy Kolya. I mean, have you thought about whether she would want this or not? I mean, this could go well like you think, or it could dig at wounds she’d already healed from. Not everyone needs to kill their problems,bratok.” Stepan had a good point, and in hindsight, this seemed like a good idea.
But now that I have the bastard in the trunk. Well, what if she didn’t appreciate this gesture? Sure, my wife was a twisted little thing in her own right, but what if this was too much? She’d never expressed any opinions on what she’d do if she encountered her past.
In my eagerness, I didn’t think far to think about how she’d even react to seeing the demon that’s been haunting her. The answer at the time seemed simple enough to me: kill the fucker. But that was me. That’s what I would do. But I didn’t go far enough to wonder where Angel’s mind would go.
“Did you think that maybe she doesn’t need any of this for closure? Maybe she’s moved past it?” Okay, now I wanted to punch Stepan in the face for bringing up the obvious questions I should have asked myself before coming up with this manhunt and kidnapping. “Kolya, I would just brace yourself.”
“Oh come on, I’d be fucking delighted if my partner brought me the monster from my nightmares to kill.” As nice as it was to have Lev in my corner, I don’t think it was a good thing in this instance.
“I’m sorry, I missed the part where we were back in the ice age and are cavemen.” Arseny’s sarcastic remark stirred a small chuckle from most of us. “Seriously, for the head honcho, your brain goes out the window when it comes to Angel. You can’t just bring her a prized kill like some cat bringing a dead bird to its owner.”
Scoffing with a roll of my eyes, I responded with a bit of snark, “Okay, that is a horrible analogy.” But was it any different than what I was doing? I was essentially presenting a potential kill for her.
“Horrible but accurate. Although, I guess it’s the thought that counts, right? Or would that not apply in this situation?” Alexei’s tone turned awkward towards the end as he sounded like he regretted what he said.
“I don’t think any of us are allowed to have wives with how stupid we are.” Stepan groans with a shake of his head. “You want to make your lady happy? How about a nice necklace or diamond ring? Nah that’s not enough, here’s your ex who I just kidnapped.” The sarcasm was heavy and hard to ignore. “God we’re too fucked up for relationships.”
“Oh like you’re one to talk Stepan, you’re seeing someone on a regular basis.” Arseny remarked with a smirk that I could see from a quick glance in the rearview mirror.
“Doesn’t mean we’re an item.” Stepan argued weakly, his voice wavering.
“So if she were to, oh I don’t know, shack up with another man, or God forbid Lev, then you wouldn’t mind one bit?” Arseny was being too much of an ass for his own good right now.
“Don’t make me pull this van to the side of the road.” I threatened, silencing everyone.
Okay, so maybe our ideas of displaying our affection is a little skewed, but that’s what makes us unique... Right? I might also be refusing to admit we’rethatfucked up.
