Page 11 of Forced By the Bratva King

“Where’s your arrogance now?” I asked him.

He swallowed hard and attempted to get to his feet.

“Stay the fuck down.” The previous guy threw another punch that knocked out Mr. McCall’s tooth.

“Please,” he slurred, spitting out both the tooth and blood. “Show mercy.”

“Mercy?” I asked, kneeling down to his level. “You mean like you showed that girl you killed at the hotel?”

“Wh—what?” he stuttered.

I was silent, giving him some time to recall the incident.

“Fuck!” He slapped his forehead. “Are you talking about the incident with the stripper?”

My silence was a yes.

“That was five months ago! Jesus Christ, I thought—”

“You thought what?” I cut him off. “Hmm? That you were going to get away with it?”

“What does it matter anyway? She was just a fucking stripper, no one of consequence,” he said defensively.

Yuri laughed lightly. “You’re even a bigger idiot than I thought.”

He was right; Nelson McCall was indeed a fool to still think the girl he’d murdered was a nobody, considering that we were there for the death of that same girl.

“You fucked and murdered the wrong girl, Mr. McCall, and now our client wants you dead for it,” I declared.

His face paled further, and his eyes bulged as he scrambled for another excuse. “I swear, I didn’t think that anyone would even come looking for her! I didn’t know anyone would trace her death back to me!” The words burst out of him in a nervous rush.

“You reallyarean idiot,” Yuri said.

“Fuck, it was five months ago,” he said. “Why wait that long to exert revenge?”

Our client wanted it this way so he would think he was in the clear, that he was safe, and that he had gotten away with it. They hadn’t wanted him to see this coming, and it worked; he hadn’t.

“Do you even remember her name, Mr. McCall?” I asked.

He started stuttering in an attempt to recall it, but he couldn’t. “I swear, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to kill her! Please, you have to believe me,” he begged.

“It doesn’t matter what I believe. What matters is that you pissed off a lot of powerful people, Mr. McCall. And that comes with a price—a heavy one,” I said.

“Please, name your price! I’ll get it for you. Name anything you want, any amount at all, and I swear to God, it’s yours. Just don’t kill me.”

I hated cowards, especially pigs like Mr. McCall, who was so arrogant and proud, but in the face of danger, he was nothing more than a pussy. I had dealt with his type countless times before, those who thought they could buy their way out of everything. Idiots.

With a nod in Yuri’s direction, he walked over to Mr. McCall and halted behind him, placing a blade to the man’s throat.

“Come on, you don’t have to do this. We can settle this like civilized people. I have the money,” he said, his voice wobbling with fear for his life.

“Your money is useless, Mr. McCall,” I said. “It can’t save you this time.”

“No, no, no! Please….”

“Ubey yego,” I gave the order, and it literally meant,kill him.

Yuri nodded, and while Mr. McCall was still begging for his life, he slit his throat with one deep slice across his neck. Reflexively, Mr. McCall’s hands flew to his bleeding esophagus as he choked on his own blood, his mouth filled with the same. He was struggling, wheezing, and straining as his body trembled.