KILL ME SOFTLY

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Was it you?

Aleksei POV

He stood in his wrecked office. Standing dead in the middle. Staring.

The desk flipped, paintings thrown from the walls and books taken from shelves and chairs shattered.
His hands bloody, knuckles torn from holes made on the wall. Broken plaster.

He was dripping blood onto the floor.

"What if she talks? Says this marriage is fake?" Azriel said, as he leant up against the wall to my right.

"She is smarter then that." I answered. And she was. Probably.

"Not if they torture her. Or offer her drugs. No offence but she's a crack..." Azriel began, but went silent quick as Mr.Volkan turned his head to the side to look over his shoulder. Glaring.

"All that matters is than Someone has taken what's mine." He hissed, as I stood in the doorway. In this world, you don't touch what doesn't belong to you. You don't touch Mr.Volkan things.

Whoever did take her, must be from a smaller organization. Our...partners in Russia and Mexico wouldn't dare.

But a smaller gang means they could be restless, trigger happy. It could mean a worse outcome for Syn.
Mr.Volkan knew that.

"Someone has Taken my wife."

Wife. Wasn't she no more than a business transaction?

I have known him for most of my life, yet I still couldn't read him. Never knew what he was thinking. How he felt. He was cold, calculated, dangerous. Emotionless and stoic.

I've known him my whole life, played war when we were children, but now, he terrifies me. Not only with what he's done and what he can do, but simply him.

How Syn can look him in the eye—Say his name; I haven't heard a single person say his first name in nearly 10 years.

Yet she says it. She says it like she doesn't care what he has done and what he can do. She scares me, she simply scares me.

"We have men searching—" I began, but he cut me off as he spun around to face us. Azriel stoped leaning, and stood straight up. I wasn't the only one who though him a monster. He was. Yet people respect him, his leadership.

"Tell them to search harder." He hissed, walking up to me in a rage. "My enemies will skin her alive and send me her flesh." He began. "I need her alive for now, and I promised her safety until then."

Him and his promises.

He was like the devil with his promises. He always fulfilled them. But There's was always a catch, or a contingency. I've made sure never to make any deals with him.

"I understand. We will find her." I said calmly. Despite knowing, if someone had taken her, they would hurt her. If she wasn't already dead. A beautiful woman like her, with a smart mouth like she has...I almost hope that if they do torture her, she dies quickly.

But he was right, if they'd taken her to hurt him, they'd drag it on. They'd show us they had her. She would suffer.

"Find her. Bring her to me." He said, his face and body tense and wound. He spoke like this was someone he needed to find, despite how vividly he spoke of hating her when she was around.

"Yes boss." I nodded.

I did want to find her. The hallways were so quiet without her screaming. I guess I wanted her to not be brutally killed, but it has been two days with no words.