The Mafia and His Obsession Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 5)

We left Valentin’s body behind and descended into chaos as soon as we stepped foot out of the room. People screaming—the smell of engulfing flame and burning flesh—loud gunshots.

The passage for us was clear until we turned toward the left wing of the mansion. Ah fuck.

I was going to enjoy this a bit too much.

Valentin’s men came toward us with a frenzy. Yegor and I were in sync as we took them down. I guessed they figured it out—all along, the real enemy was me.

Blood was spilled and bodies lay lifelessly on the ground, piling up as more men came toward Yegor and me.

Chaos and then dead silence.

We stood in the middle of a bloody path, and I walked over the dead bodies. From the corner of my eye, I saw another man coming my way, alone and with no other back-up. He must be suicidal. Yegor got him before he came even a few feet close to me.

His punch sent the man sprawling down on the ground and he pressed his blade into the dirty bastard’s neck. “Don’t kill him.” Yet.

I stalked closer, the need to spill blood still running high through my veins. Yegor released a mocking chuckle when the man started to struggle.

His eyes widened when I stopped in front of him. His split, bleeding lips parted and he started to beg for his life. Was I an asshole for laughing? Yes, I was.

Did I care? Definitely not.

I loved it when they’d begged. I loved watching their life fade away from their eyes, knowing I had the power to play God. Life or death. I held their fate in my hands.

The man tried to pry himself free from Yegor’s grasp. But you couldn’t really escape the devil’s grasp now, could you?

Once you’d been marked and targeted, your survival clock started moving.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Yegor gripped the bastard’s neck, holding him still for me. My lips quirked up, watching this person shake and beg for mercy. Except I had none to give.

Call me the Angel of Death. I only come when I am bringing your demise with me.

There was no time for penance and salvation. Destruction bled red, and I’d always barged in with chaos at my heels.

Adrenaline thundered in my veins, the blood pumping harder through my body, roaring in my ears. It was almost deafening, and all I could focus on was…this weak human.

Gripping his face with my gloved hands, I made him look into my eyes. Look straight into the eyes of death.

He started to struggle harder, but Yegor brought one leg up and kicked the back of the man’s knees. He fell to the floor, kneeling in front of me.

I crouched down. No words needed to be said, because he already saw his life flashing in front of him.

Still…

His lips curled up in disgust, and he spat at my feet, a lone tooth falling from his bloodied mouth.

“Fuck…you…Ivanshov dog,” he wheezed with each labored breath.

Fear masked his expression for a brief second, but he wanted to anger me, his last attempt before his last breath.

I tsked darkly. “Ah. You shouldn’t have said that.”

Pulling out my sleek blade from the inside of my coat, I showed it to him. He swallowed hard, and I could almost smell his fear. I wanted to place a bet. Would this one piss himself or not?

Pressing the cold metal to his cheek, I let him feel its sharpness. “I was planning to give you an easy death. Not anymore, though. You fucked up,” I said, slowly dragging the blade down his neck where his pulsing vein lay.

His chest expanded with a breath and then exhaled. I put the knife back where it belonged, inside the pocket of my jacket. The expression on his face changed to confusion.

“You have nice eyes…”

Yegor scoffed back laughter at my words, and I…smirked. “I am sure, once upon a time, you were very prideful of them. Bet they got you lots of tight pussies. Got the girls swooning, huh?”

His grey eyes widened, finally realizing my intent. Without giving him another chance to struggle, my gloved hands came up to his face, my fingers diving right into his eyes. Blood sprayed out, and he screamed, his body convulsing with agony as I curled my fingers around his eye sockets. I felt the ball of mush and squeezed it. He was howling now, his face contorting every time I’d dragged my fingers over the ball of fragile muscles.

I leaned forward, my lips close to his ear. “Never, ever disrespect the Ivanshov name.”

His cries filled my ears as I pulled my fingers from his eyes, dragging out his eyeballs at the same time.

Yegor let go of him and the man slumped onto the floor, silent now, but his body was still twitching with little tremors and ticks. Blood pooled where his head laid on the ground, and I stood up, swiping my mucky hands onto my pants.