A villain for life.

Five.

So here's a new chapter from me

Let me know what you think, kay? :D

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"What the fuck?" Mikhail exhaled noisily under his breath as he stared at half a dozen of grenades and a square block of C-4 explosives with a string hanging harmlessly out from its side like it belonged on a wedding confetti celebration box.

The brothers were now standing next to him as he pulled out a sniper rifle kit, a cloth packed with a range of knifes ranging from pin needles to monster sized serrated hunting knifes and then an absolute brute of a gun, a 500 Smith and Wesson complimentary with a big box of cartridges.

Mikhail looked at his equally dumbstruck companions. This was one serious luggage bag.

Nikki's eyes narrowed to a wary squint as he looked over at the still naked solid figure of a man like he was an optical illusion and he had just figured out the second hidden image underneath his exterior. His eyes then slowly fell to the shiny barrel of a gun that was now dangerously pointed back at them, a small smile played at the corner of Olyver's lips as he stood completely calm and composed like a man who had just figured out his breakfast for the next morning.

Who the fuck is this man? Is he with the cops? And why does it feel like the fucking Sahara desert in here? Nikki loosened his collar almost panting now, his shirt now bore wet sticky patches under his arms and he was sure his back was soaked through.

He gulped to swallow the creeping fear "Who are you and who do you work for?" he asked moving closer to his brother Benji who was now shaking slightly from the drugs or fear he couldn't be sure.

Olyver's eyes travelled over the three of them cold and assessing, taking his own sweet time to answer "Not your business"

"What are you doing with this then?" Mikhail asked finally taking his eyes off the hazardous luggage bag.

Olyver's eyes now slid to Mikhail now who suddenly tensed like a baby deer caught in the headlights of a monster truck "Not your business"

Nikki was perplexed by how the situation was slowly taking a turn and in a last ditch effort to regain control over it he snapped and waved his gun as if to remind Olyver who was boss "I'm making it my business now! What are you doing with this stuff?" He gestured towards the bag with his semi-automatic "You better start running that mouth of yours now Rashull!" He screamed earning small appreciative nods from his partners.

Olyver continued to stare at Nikki, only now he was silent. Then he slowly broke into a large grin that showed all his teeth and reached down to scratch his balls.

Benji's arms were starting to itch furiously and he needed a fix. Bad. 

He suddenly lunged forward pushing his gun into Olyver's jaw "YOU FUCKING SHITHEAD YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY!? MY BROTHER ASKED YOU A QUESTION! WHAT IS YOUR BUSINESS!? he yelled.

Olyver didn't spare a look at Benji. His eyes were solely focused on Nikki, his mouth lopsided with a lazy grin while his hand still busy on his balls.

"YOU DEAF BITCH?" Benji made a big show of pulling the safety against Olyver's jaw in a I'm-not-messing-around manner.

"For fuck sake's answer him!" Aliyah almost pleaded with the Italian "They ain't fucking around!"

Neither was Olyver Alvarez.

"Puler deg hefra dumme faen!" Benji muttered.

"Speak English"