His Bride

2| Toothpaste Model

14:35 at New York City. Two days after the church incident.
 

"WHERE THE HELL IS MY WIFE?!"

Naibuga ni Dashiel ang kape sa mamahaling carpet nang biglang lumitaw sa lounge area si Kazmus. Nagmamadali niyang nilapag sa coffee table ang tasa, tumayo at pinunas ang mga kamay sa itim na tuxedo coat.

"Wala pa, Mr. Rozanov."

"What do you mean, none?!"

Dashiel winced. "W-wala ka pang napipili."

Kazmus paced in front of the large television, an erupting lava erupting show in his background. Sa oras na ito, para siyang puputok na bulkan, hindi alam kung kailan sasabog kaya mainam na lumikas na ngayon palang. Kazmus halted, clenching his jaw.

"Where is the brunette?"

This time Dashiel grimaced. Kazmus was talking about his substitute bride after the church incident. "Ah, si Cindy. Wala na."

"Answer me straight to the point!"

"P-patay na boss. Pinatay niyo kanina." Pambihira, wala pang bente-kwatro na subjected bride ang babae ay pinaglalamayan na. Simula nang mangyari ang eksena sa simbahan at hindi natuloy ang kasal ni Kazmus ay mas trumiple pa ang pagiging beast mode nito. Walang tumatagal na babae sa loob ng isang araw. It's either Kazmus was bored or being picky.

At this rate, Kazmus can not be picky. Sa mahigit isang daan na bride candidates niya sa listahan ni Dashiel ay ubos na. Literally. And the Cindy girl was the last after Gretel SyCip. Hindi na alam ni Dashiel kung saan siya hahanap ng mga babaeng posibleng matripan ni Kazmus. He has been sleepless, stressed, and frustrated. Kung bakit ba naman kasi ayaw maghanap ng asawa ni Kazmus sa normal na paraan.

Since when did he know about normal? Dashiel thought. Alam na alam niya na walang normal sa bokabolaryo ng lalaki. Kazmus' life was anything but ordinary. He suddenly tasted bitterness in his tongue, but he quickly swallowed it down and focused on the erupting volcano in front of him.

"I did?" Kazmus sounded almost regretful. Almost. Then he snapped his fingers. "Get me another one," he said as he walked away, barking orders to his other men.

Naiiling na natawa si Dashiel. Pambihira, ano iyon nanghihingi lang ng bagong phone? Ibang klase, sana nao-order nalang online ang bride para hindi na siya nai-stress nang ganito dahil kay Kazmus.

Hinugot ni Dashiel ang cellphone at tinawagan ang isang kaibigan. "Find me another set of high-class women."

Tumawa ang nasa kabilang linya. "Ubos na naman?"

"Oo, at pakibilisan hindi pinaghihintay ang leon."

"Noted."

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"You've got to calm down, brother. Tsár and Twardowski will make it alive."

Kazmus loosened the knot in his tie and drank down his fourth glass of scotch before he turned to Vasily, sitting across from him.

"They have to. Or else I'll shoot them."

Vasily shook his head, chuckling as he sipped on his glass of whiskey, not believing a single word his brother said. Vasily knew Kazmus didn't shoot people.

He burns them.

"They'd love that." Vasily paused, then continued. "What are your plans now that Cicero has been annihilated?" pag-iiba niya ng usapan.