Separated

Chapter 43 - Nikolai

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Warning: This chapter explores violence, and includes bloody scenes. Please read what is most comfortable for you.

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I knew the traitor was close, but I did not expect a clueless airhead like her to have involvement in it. But then again, she was just marionette doll with tight strings attached to her that did all the moving and talking in people's stead. Truth be told Yekaterina Vinogradova didn't possess any sense of self nor a distinctive personality.

And obviously the ones that coordinated the strings to move was her father. Ilariy has always been distastefully eager for power and to better his status. He was by no means on the low end of the organisation, but he wasn't any where near the top. His work was sub par to put it mildly and has done nothing impressive in all the years I've known him.

Like all the lame excuses these traitors seem to chant and mouth out, they do these less than impressive shit for themselves. For more power, more fame, more status, more money. Their greed knows no bounds and they're willing to lay their hands on anything and everything to achieve what they want.

Dishonesty and disloyalty are the two most influential factors that brings down an organisation. Because honesty and loyalty are what binds us and brings in profit and the best outcomes.

Scum's like them have never had a place in this organisation and they will be dealt with their lives and more.

"What else do you know?" I question staring down at her.

"I don't know anything else!" Yekaterina wails as tears and snot covers her face. Her usual overly self-assured self is long gone, with sweat covering her face, her hair in a frizzled mess, looking more like a beggar as the seconds tick by. "I already told you everything that I know! Please Nikolai! Please let me out!"

It's almost entertaining watching her scream like her life depends on it. Like if she screamed loud enough she'll be able to get out.

"You might not, but you do." I direct my words over to her father. Now like I said, he's a scum and he's work ethic is sloppy, but he wasn't stupid. He knows loud and clear that whether he confesses or not he will die. "Do we have to do this the hard way?" I question.

No reply, no answer. Not a single sound or movement.

I nod to Andrei, and he nods back directing order to the other men who set to work pouring gasoline in her cell.

"W-what are you doing?" She stammers, panic clearly setting into her system.

"Watching a show. One for me and for your father to watch."

"You wouldn't." Ilariy finally speaks up.

"I would."

"She hasn't done anything!"

"Oh but she has. Who was the one that chipped in information about my private life? Who was the one that allowed herself to come closer and closer to me with the intention of taking any and all information she could hear and see?"

"You'll regret this." He grits out, turning a nasty shade between red and purple.

"Then you better start talking."

"You'll lose more than you think. They know you more."

"That's not the information I want." I open the lighter, ready to throw it into his daughter's cell.

"They're after multiple organisations." He finally shares. If endangering his daughter's life got him talking so fast, I would've done it much earlier. "Some they realise wouldn't be able to touch but others like ours and the Yakuza's they want in. In everything."

"I know that. More."

"They plan to take everything there is and dominate all matters. The underworld, the government and more. That's why they need in with the Yakuza because they also control government forces."

Hmm, I didn't know that. Any person of high standing has some influence in government and politics, but it seems the Sakurazuki has more than what most have their hands on.

"What else?"

"They have a few people from the Yakuza organization that tips them information. I-I don't know how many but one of them is in a high position. The-they, they're planning on taking the leader's daughter or something. I don't know when."

"Today!" His daughter screams. "I heard them. They were planning for something, but they said about the girl, and they'll take her today."

"And you dared to keep that information."  That wasn't a fucking question.

"I-I'm sorry. Please, please forgive me. Please, I'll do anything! I'll live like I don't exist!"

"Shut up. You'll stay down here until you lose your fucking mind. Then I'll deal with you. As for you," I turn my attention to Ilariy  , "You will die." And shoot him in the neck, chest, and upper abdomen, leaving him to bleed to death while his daughter watches on.

From each and every single shot, Yekaterina screams, the sound ear grating and for a hot second I was going to silence her on the spot. Blood gushing from major arteries stains the steel floor at a rate that'll stop his heart in a matter of moments as the man heaves for more oxygen without any positive results.

As on cue, a phone call from the one I was going to call comes to through.

"Fedorov, where's Minori right now?"

"We lost her. We're trying to locate her now." Sakurazuki answers directly. The thought disgustingly settling. She was taken, again. "They left a message for the both of us but don't reply. It'll be beneficial for them to think I'm the only one who's desperate. They may have people looking around to gauge out a reaction from you so pretend that this doesn't affected you. I'll send you a location in a minute so make your way over without rushing. All eyes are on us."

I clench my fist. The only thing I wanted to right now was to flip every goddamn object on land and find her. But rushing wasn't going to make the situation any better. I try to settle myself.

"Send the location." Then, I end the call. "Andrei."

"Yes Boss."

"Gather every single soldier left for disposal and stand by." I order. "Minori has been abducted and is missing."