The Don And His Flower

13

She's gone.

Valis watched the complete clearing of what was once the Kholodov's third compound.

So many of the soldiers families once resided in the mansion. It was two days. Two days of agonizing funeral after funeral. Another compound gone, extended for miles away from the remaining standing two.

Valis watched the final flower get placed on the casket.

Flower.

Imani.

He looked over his shoulder, wishing to see her underneath the massive willow tree among the other trees that gathered in a small section of Sontarc.

Valis wanted to see a dark skinned beauty reading a book. He wanted to see her standing in the garden, pretending to listen to the farmers as she watched him spar against other soldiers.

Valis wanted to hear her voice.

He looked at the numerous amounts of rectangular holes that have yet to be filled with caskets. The sun was finally dawning slowly as the Dons son retrieved to the main compound.

Silence ensued with faint crying.

Condolences.

Condolences.

Condolences.

So many damn condolences. If he heard or given any more, the next hole dug would be for him. Few soldiers stepped aside, opening the door as he walked down the barricaded hall. Walking down the long hall, he turned the corner before more guards shifted their guns. The were quick with stepping aside after opening the door for him.

It's been almost a full month. A full month the man had went without his woman. Lorenzo Russi had extended few men. Majorities of the head mafias had sent help and condolences. All swearing to figure out what exactly had occured.

But Lorenzo Russi offered a more personal extension of help. After disclosing the relationship and possibility of becoming a parent with Imani Milton, Russi made the promise of finding out where Imani was, and who ordered the hit.

Only Valis and Nikolai knew about that.

Valis walked down the steps, grunting and groaning ensued along with the sounds of faint squeaking. Nikolai was at the entrance of one of the room. Wincing silently as he bit down on the knuckle of his index finger, cell phone out with the recording on.

"Please." The man begged, voice hoarse as he felt the flimsy mattress dip. Valis stood beside his brother, watching one man drink some water. Blood dripped from the tip of his shaft, hitting the floor in small droplets as another man walked past him.

Since they've been captured, the two men have faced such brutal interrogations. "I'm not lying. Please, I swear we don't know who ordered it." He cries out. Valis watched the new man dip into the mattress, gloved pale erection visible from his black attire. The man lifted the bottom of his mask, spitting at the pulsing and bleeding hole once.

"You aren't telling us much of anything Andrew. You mentioned a messenger leaving you orders through notes and phone calls. How did you receive one about Sontarc?" Valis asked, watching the man pump his gloved shaft before aiming it perfectly.

"I already told you that I don't..wait-"

The man shoved himself inside of Andrew, pained cries echoing from the walls as the grunting continued.

Squeak.

Squeak.

Squeak.

The man flinched, short blonde hair pulled as swollen eyes were faced at the phone. "Your employers are gonna love this." He complimented, zooming in.

Andrew groaned, eyes watering as the man went harder. Their current objective was never pleasure, it was pain.

Severe, traumatic, life threatening pain.

Andrew cast a pained look at the other captured partner, who they learned to be Micah.

Micah had his hands hung from the ceiling from barbed wire. Head low as he swayed unconsciously. The broken stick remained in his ass, dry blood staining it.

"Tell us. Where do you have this so called message? Is it electronic? A letter? A fucking voicemail?"

The man gasped, nodding slightly as an arm restricted his breathing even more. Andrew winced, eyes swollen and slightly closed as he felt the man empty himself hard into him.

Pulling out, the satisfied soldier stepped aside, letting the next man line up behind Andrew. "This one.. this one was a phone call. I recorded it."

The mask covered soldier grabbed Andrews hips, thrusting himself inside as he was jerked by the man's used hole. Spit and blood coated his gloved shaft as he pummeled the poor man hard with one leg up on the mattress. Andrew was grunting, the will to fight was gone as the men took turns on him. 

Nikolai turned off his phone, stepping into the room with his brother as they looked at the man getting his back completely blown out. "What's the password again?"

Nikolai grabbed the phone from the plastic bag. Unlocking it, he went through it. Succeeding into finding the history of his calls.

"Sontarc, Russia. Kholodov territory. One hundred and ten pounds. Eighteen years old, five foot six, dark skin. African American, immigrated to Russia with her parents when she was five. Imani Milton-"

Valis was sprinting across the room. The man pulled out of Andre, stepping back fast as Valis swung his fist fast. The silver rings that decorated a few of his fingers were dug into his skin. Valis swung and kicked, connecting every hit to Andre before turning the man on his back.

"WHERE IS SHE?! YOU PIECE OF SHIT! WHERE IS SHE?!"

The restraints of Andrew came undone as Valis wrapped them around his neck. He flung and swung him around, dragging him to a bucket. Pushing his head inside the murky water, Valis kneed the man in his stomach.

They had her.

For all this time, they've had Imani. They've attacked Sontarc. They've killed so many people. So many women and children, buried underneath soil.

All so they can take his woman.

Valis yelled, kicking at the unconscious man as he was picked up. Immediately he sees the surrounding men giving him cpr.

Plops of water came out as Andrew gasped for air. Only to be tied back up into his original uncomforting position.

"ENOUGH!"

Valis was stopped from charging the man. Nikolai pointed at the door, watching his brother get carried out.

"I'll find Imani. And you'll suffer. You all will suffer for what you've done to my wife!"