Evident

40.

Flashback....

Flicking the knife around my fingers, I rotate my waist around and drive the blade deep into the side of the attacker's neck behind me, blood jetted into my face as he snaps into the side of the alley way releasing groans of pain.

The loud footsteps of another attacker ran up behind me then. I licked my lips as I tasted his blood, a satisfactory smile curled on my lips as I bend down, stretched a leg out and initiate a kick into his balls while rotating, he crouched over in pain as I spun one last time while slicing the knife deeply through both of his knees.

His grunts were like the strumming of the finger against the guitar string, a soothing instrumental composition to my auricle. He fell on his back, his large fame trembling on the piss stained ground of the alley as I stood above him.

"Don-Don't kill me, I beg you. M-my son is just three months old...do ha-have mercy."

Did he think using his son was his only way out of this?

It was always the same tactics...

I was getting bored of the same ol same ol guilt fucking trip.

"That's not how it works..." I smirked as stoop over him.

I drove my knife into his knee, applying pressure to the wound as he cried out into the night.

"I ask for the location of your boss not to hear about your little fucking son that has a role model of a father who is nothing but a rapist pig who prey on little girls."

He stared up at me in shock and I grinned in return. Pulling out the knife slowly, I slammed it back down into the bruise, mocking him as he cried. Achille was right about one thing, the Kuznetsov profit a lot from child trafficking.

This fucker's son should be glad that I'm doing him a favor. Who to tell, maybe in the future he would have traffic his own blood just for the sake of money.

"Aww you didn't know that I know about your dirty little secret...."

I looked over my shoulder's on his friend, scoffing as I saw that he had the audacity to try and crawl away on his stomach.

I was not in it tonight.

I wanted answers and to get them is through these fuckers, they were both a part of the group of assassin's who had the guts to brute-forced their way into the Aveni's compound nearly killing off most of our men and the fact that they were the Russians who killed my mother for no reason, dripped my emotions in anger.

Clicking my tongue, I walk slowly over to the blonde hair brute, the high sound clicks from my heels an obvious source to the trembling brute that notice that I saw his try at escape.

Just as I was about to press the heel of my red-bottom heels in his neck, the tip sinking just on his Adam's apple, a deep unfamiliar voice voiced behind me as he clapped loudly.

"Bravo little sis..." I narrowed my eyes over to the red-headed who leaned against the brick walls, a mist of smolder smoothing from the bud end. His light green eyes glinting through the dark while he claps slowly.

"And you are?" I pressed the tip further down on the muscle, staring at the brute before me who amusingly watched the gurgling man below me.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me, not when you are just seconds away from killing my men." His Russian accent smooths out with the smoke that blew into my face.

Brushing the smoke away, I tilted my head to the side and replied. "So what? you're here to rain on my parade? I'm sorry homeboy..."

He chuckled as I lift my leg and twist my heel down into the neck of the man, boredly staring at the red-head who was still leaning on the wall.