his dark obsession

whats his name.

Vlads POV

I sat in the darkness of the warehouse, waiting, my gun in my left hand, finger resting next to the trigger, and my right resting loosely around my woman's hips as she sat on my lap. She played with the tips of my hair while she had her head resting against my neck. My eyes were fixed on the rolling door that would open soon and bring to me what I'd been looking for.

My gun gleamed in the dim lighting, begging to be used, but tonight it was simply to get things started. I had a bag full of tools and treats for the four men who would be dragged in soon, scared and desperate for their lives. In the past 12 hours, my boys had basically turned New York upside down, and right before I was to be ball-deep in my woman's cunt, I had gotten information on who was behind the shootouts at my club in the alley. It had taken more time than I wanted to obtain what I needed.

Ten men had been hired to try and take me and my crew out, and during the shooting, four had managed to slither past my men and run. Now that they were found, I wanted to personally know who'd thought they were brave enough to stand up to my Ace's MC and the king of New York himself.

I'd let some of my boys spend some "quality" time with each man. Each of them obtaining a souvenir of their choice—money, jewelry, a limb if you wanted one. I believe Jigsaw had taken one man's finger after he flipped him off.

Now that my men had had their fun, it was my turn, and that brings us back to me waiting for the four men who were making a play to take over my fucking territory. Usually, I'd just flat out let my boys kill them, but they'd put my woman in danger that night they shot at me. So that made this shit personal now. Killing them wasn't enough; now I wanted to prove to Angelmarie that I could protect her, that this life was worth being by my side and sticking around for.

Not that she had a fucking choice. If she wanted to even try leaving me, I'd fuck that thought right out of her head.

But first, I had to take care of the threat to our empire. The door to the warehouse rolled up, and I waited until I saw the shadows of the four men before I released my hold on my woman's hips, pushing her up slowly from my lap. I rose from my chair and walked over to the men who were all moaning and whimpering in pain, looking them over. My men had left them severely fucked up, some unrecognizable. I kicked the closest one to me in the stomach. Gesturing to them, I called my boys to me.

"Vasily, get the tables and grab my tools. Jigsaw, Ivan, Manuel, Tank, and Bullet, grab a body and make them comfortable." Each man set about following my instructions.

Once each one had been placed on top of the four metal tables, I smiled and clapped my hands together.

"Well, gentlemen, I'd say I'm sorry we had to meet like this, but since you all enjoy banging at death's door, I figured you were owed a little surprise visit from the owner himself. So welcome..." I spread my arms outwards as the door to the warehouse was rolled down. Dark classical music was playing loudly on the sound system, and the lights were turned on. I laughed as the men got a good look at what was to come. My tools ranged from surgical to axes and chainsaws—everything was a device of torture that fed my inner psychopath that loved to come out and play on occasions like this.

"We're going to play a game, the four of you versus my men and I," I said calmly, walking over to where Vasily had placed the tools I'd required especially for this conversation. "I'm going to ask you all some questions. Whoever answers first and answers honestly, I will offer you a quick death. But everyone else? Well..." I chuckled menacingly, idly playing my fingers over the handles of my instruments. "Let's just say, I've got all night to learn how the human body works, one limb at a time."

One of the four men on the table whimpered, then pissed himself. I shook my head, tsking.

"Well, that's not very manly, is it, boys?" I asked rhetorically. "I mean, why the fuck would you piss your pants? Unless..." I grabbed a scalpel and a pair of pliers and strode over to him, grabbing his bottom lip. "Do you know why in the fuck you all would have the balls to come after me or the Ace's?" I growled.