The Killers Freedom

Chapter Twelve: Dead Man Walking

Joseph's POV:

Four weeks. Four weeks had passed since I walked away from her. Four week since I hugged her perfect figure. Four week since I caught that scent that radiated off her body, one I have grown to love and never forget. And every single day she haunted my thoughts, running round and round in my head like a carousel, never taking a moment to stop. She invades my mind like a parasite taking over its host. But I wouldn't change these thoughts or feelings.

What I would give to hold her, to smell her perfect scent. To see those honey eyes look up at me and that smile, that smile that could bring me to my knees. She was simply perfect, in every way.

My phone rang, jolting me out of my thoughts and bringing my attention back to the meeting I was currently in. I looked down to see the name Roman flash across the screen, "excuse me a moment I need to take this," the men in the room all nodded their heads and continued on with the meeting. It wasn't anything I didn't already know, we were to be exporting weapons from Switzerland and importing them into Russia using the same cargo ships we have always used. I was just here to give the go ahead and make sure things run smoothly.

"Hello Roman," I stepped into another meeting room closing the door behind me.

"Mr. Volkov?" This wasn't Romans voice, I had to take the phone away from my ear and look at the caller I.D to make sure I read the name right and it displayed his name but it sounded like his wife, Elaine, she sounded like she has been crying, her voice cracking as she tries to speak, "Elaine is that you?"

"Listen," she practically whispers into the phone, "Roman has gone off the deep end. He's kidnapped Bugs, she's here but she's chained up and I can't find the keys. He's been torturing her for a week now and she won't survive much longer. I have been trying to reach you but you don't answer my calls and he has all of the men here convinced you were behind all of this so none of them are asking questions. Mr. Volkov I know he is my husband but you need to help me! He's threatening my life if I try to save her, he wants to take over the empire you've built, he wants to kill Stryker. I don't know what to do, please help me," She was crying at this point, her words slow and quiet, "Mr. Volkov, she doesn't know he is my husband and I'm afraid I will lose her too if she finds out, she will kill me if Roman doesn't first."

My body was filled with rage, everything inside of me boiling over at the thought of someone laying a hand on her and to find out that it was my own man, Roman, I will kill him. "Elaine, you hang up this phone and do not let him know you spoke with me. You go to her right now and stay with her until I get back. I'm leaving now. Do you understand? You are to not speak with him or warn him that I am arriving home."

"Yes sir," she was hesitant and I knew why, because she knew I would kill him, her husband, "sir please let me say goodbye," was all she said before she hung the phone up.

I quickly let my pilot know we needed to leave now and to have everything ready by the time I arrived at the airport. After hanging up with him I shove my phone in my pocket and grab the nearest object to me and throw it across the room, letting it collide with the wall and shatter to pieces. I couldn't control my anger, my body was hot with rage. I slammed my fists into the table and threw every chair in whatever direction I could. I didn't stop until the room was unrecognizable. Nothing would settle me down until I watched him take his last breath and see that Bugs is okay.

Once I landed I went to send Elaine a text and discovered her number had been blocked in my phone along with half of my men. Meaning Roman had gotten into it knowing she would try to save Bugs. I unblocked it and sent her a message letting her know she had exactly ten minutes to say her goodbyes and I would be having people I trusted posted at every corner of their house and if he decided to run he would be killed on the spot. I didn't bother to look at her reply. Nothing she had to say mattered to me right now. He was a dead man walking.