Separated

Chapter 13 - Minori

New Chapter!!! 📣

Warning: violence is explored within this chapter. Please read what is most comfortable for you.

Now, it's time to lock him in 🔒 🔫

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News rolled in that the Pakhan had passed away.

On the exact same night as the ball. At the exact same time as the explosion that had claimed 43 lives and left many injured, as well as pissed off, enraged, and seeking for vengeance.

This situation sounded suspiciously too good. Especially when it came to the man I was with while we were caged inside.

But here was the thing. If he was behind all of that, there was no need to blow the whole place where his own life was endangered, and why would he want to be the villain in each and every crime organization who was in attendance? For a man who had great relations with many if not all of those organisation it didn't make sense.

With too many questions that didn't provide a reasonable answer if he were behind it, I believed it was safe to say it was either a coincidence or someone or something else was behind it. Ryo agreed but told me to be cautious regardless.

Whatever the reason, Nikolai Fedorov was appointed as the Bratva's new leader and Pakhan.

A new era if you like.

What that was going to bring was something I couldn't fully imagine and wanted no business in knowing – unless of course it was business in the idea that he would stay far, far away from me.

But it was quite unfortunate that the ballroom and the whole building in itself was blown away and turned into rubble. Despite my dislikes to the designing of the place, it was a nice place and was probably the most suitable place for an underworld ball. Located in a discreet place, with surrounding walls and gates and fences so high, when seen from up close, you could believe it was touching the clouds.

Fortunately, the clean-up crew came in very efficiently and the rebuilding process has already begun. Information says that the whole process will be completed in a matter of a couple of months. For a place that large, it was impressive.

However, the other disturbing thing was, the person dictating all the rebuilding was Nikolai Fedorov.

Again, a little too suspicious.

And our family was striking a deal with theirs. Seems a little rushed but Ryo said the feeling was mutual and the deal was beneficial on both ends so that thought was forced to be put away. If my brother thought it was beneficial, then it was.

However, that did not mean I cannot be a part of his demise. My brother wanted snipers, for precaution purposes and I volunteered. Where my brother liked to inflict up close and personal usually with a samurai sword or two, I liked to do so from a distance.

When its unpredictable. Unnoticeable. And when they do realise, they are a locked-in target, it's always a moment too late.

That was the way with archery, kyudo and my new favorite weapon, rifles.

Unfortunately, that didn't warrant me from not facing adversity up close.

Like right now as I punch a few heads here, kick some abdomens there, and plunge needles containing tranquilisers wherever it was accessible.

It was wise for the man to station a couple of men here. As much as it is a beautiful place to observe and relax where tall trees line up and all sorts of wildlife wander around, it was the best place to pull the trigger from a rifle.

From here, it had the best views and security was hard to maintain. But it wasn't like they could demolish the nature either. That would make the place even more vulnerable and more open to the outside world.

Walking across the dirt path I ponder over which option was the best option. Station myself on the ground, or up in the tree?

I was already high enough and I could see some of the interior of the mansion perfectly fine, but that would make my position a little vulnerable since when I get absorbed into something, I usually didn't hear the world around me. So, in the event more guards come over, I would be in a bit of trouble.

The tree it was.

Finding a firm branch, I step onto it and climb my way up to where I thought would be the best position. Ryo had informed me before I made my way here that from where I was currently, it should be the best position to aim for Nikolai's head should the event turn sour.

Resting my back against the trunk, I set up my rifle and look through the lens. I look around the place until I find the meeting room.

The room was currently still empty given that the meeting hadn't started, and my brother was yet to arrive. Some of our men and myself came here a little earlier so that we could prepare for everything and be ready when Ryo enters the place.

The Fedorov's and the Bratva may be more or less a friend than foe, but a flick through history and anyone with a working brain would know that those close to you, are those who betray you first.

From a distance I could hear the familiar rumbling of vehicles making its way up to the mansion. And as the doors of the car opens, I see my brother getting out of it, dressed like the usual with his well ironed suit that showed no imperfections, not even a single crease. Next to him, was his best friend and in his own right-hand man, Kaito who was probably ordering our men to stay stationed in their designated spots. We may be guests but that didn't equate to allowing a whole army to enter. It was absurd as it was rude and that went for all sides from well organized crime groups.

Ryo turns around to where the hills are located and where I am currently stationed at for brief second before he returned his attention back to the guards who belonged to the Fedorov's and made his way inside.

Through the lens I followed him along to find my target because even as I inspected the area through the lens, I couldn't find the man.

They go up two flights of stairs and turn a right before the man himself shows up. As soon as he make his appearance, all my concentration was on him.

Unlike the movies and drama TV shows that likes to dramatize everything with its red laser beam on the target, for the whole world to see, in this side of the world, they don't exist. At least not often. I'll give them the credit that it does provide the thrill these entertainment videography offers, but it's not practical.

For mine however, he would never know. Unless of course I get caught and then it gets alerted to him. Then yes, he would.

But for the time being his life was in my hands.

I continue to follow them until they go inside where I knew was the meeting room. I wait until they are all seated or stationed – the guards in that regard and watch as they take their cups of coffee or tea.

And then, as conversation begin to sift through, my target is locked in. Seated on my left corner, the back of his head facing me. All I could see was his dark brown hair. It would've been nice if his face faced me so I would be able to witness recognition of death pass before his eyes if my brother instructed me to pull the trigger.

But life has taught me from an early age that you could never get everything you wanted.

So for now, I stay still, keeping my sight to my target ready to pierce through his brain, ending his life, and ruin his non-existent legacy into ashes if he proves to be difficult.