Sonata (Butcher and Violinist 2)

Rafael took out his gun. “This is fucking crazy. You know that right?”

I didn’t turn his way or respond.

Rafael chuckled to himself. “Well, at least this will be an interesting meeting. What’s he doing now? Sleeping.”

“Louis said he’s fucking.”

“Just one woman?”

I nodded.

Rafael shook his head. “We have to wait until he comes. It’s only right.”

“Then, the Lion better come by the time we get there.”

Rafael took out his other gun. “How many men outside the door of his room?”

“Five.”

“Good. They can get them.” Rafael gestured to our men in the back of the elevator. “How many guys inside the suite?”

“Ten.” I pulled out my own guns. “Five in the living room. Three on the balcony. Two by his bedroom.”

“I’ve got the three on the balcony.”

I shook my head. “Louis already called the balcony. He’s got a sniper on them.”

“But that’s cheating.”

“You’ve got the living room.”

“Five guys? Really?”

“I believe in you.” I shrugged. “Plus, more of our people are coming up the stairs, and on the next elevators. Hold them off and stay alive.”

Under his breath, Rafael muttered curse words in French.

The rest of the ride was quiet.

The elevator hit his floor.

We marched out.

Kazimir’s men were smart. They saw the rage on our faces and knew to grab their guns. But I had men that had come up on the stairs. In seconds, before one of their guns could make a sound, we sandwiched the Russians in and shot them down. Swift. Fast. Five bodies lay on the floor. Blood spilled out of their foreheads.

Adrenaline snaked up my spine.

The door was open in seconds. Rafael shot one man as he rose from the couch. I got the other coming from the kitchen and charged deeper into the suite.

The rest of our men barreled in.

Someone grabbed me from behind.

Rafael shot him in the leg.

The Russian fell back. Another of my men caught the guy before he hit the floor.

There could be no second for mistakes.

No sound to clue the Lion in.

The next second, Louis spoke into my ear. “The balcony is clear. Looks like you got everyone in the living room.”

“The guys on the roof by Kazimir’s helicopter?”

Louis had called his youngest brother to Paris and brought him on board. “Titi got them both with a knife. They’re dead.”

I gestured for Rafael to follow. “Which way is the Lion?”

“Make a left,” Louis said into my ear. “Go down the hallway and then make a right.”

“Got it.”

I hurried that way, trying to stay light and quiet on my feet.

Almost there.

Sweat trickled down Rafael’s face.

We made it to the door. I had six men left. Distant footsteps told me that more of my men had entered the suite.

“Mysh!”

And on the other side of the door, the Lion moaned in Russian.

“Oh mysh!”

Frowning, I grabbed the doorknob.

“We can’t.” Rafael stopped me with his hand. “He hasn’t come yet.”

“We don’t have time for that.”

“You want his help? You at least want the man to come.”

I checked my watch. “He has two fucking minutes. It’s already been enough time.”

“Not everybody is so fast like you.”

The Lion roared out more Russian. The bed squeaked, which told me a lot about the force he was putting on the mattress springs. With the money that he’d spent on the suite, it should’ve been a well-made bed. Still, he’d made it creak and whine.

Louis is right. He might kill her and break the bed.

More moans came from him and her. And then more Russian spurted out between Kazimir’s lips. Poetic words and nasty statements. It was embarrassing, hearing such a monster be so intimate.

Rafael leaned my way. “What is he saying?”

“I’m not trying to translate.”

“It could be important.”

I doubt it.

The woman moaned and whispered something in Russian back. Her accent was horrible. The pronunciation needed work. It was clear she hadn’t known the language for long.

But that hadn’t mattered.

The more she moaned back Russian, the more Kazimir’s groans rose in the air. And then they moaned together.

The squeaks increased.

His words shifted to grumbles of pleasure, and she cried out with him.

“That’s enough.” I stormed into the room and pointed the gun in the air.

The woman and him never noticed.

I probably should’ve waited. It would be a long time, before I got that sight out of my head. Kazimir’s ass was the first thing I saw. He’d had the woman bent over and was still pumping into her. Maybe his eyes were closed.

Kazimir was already a huge man, packed with too much muscle. An overload. There he was, behind her. He must’ve bent her over. I couldn’t even see her that good with his massive built. And he was in a position I understood well. The one that made a man lose control. His legs were spread apart, so he could ram deep into her. His balls dangled back and forth as he continued to move, coming inside of her.