𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 | 18+ [ON HOLD]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

''Raphael, Dimetri is waiting for you in the basement. I have given him a good torture session but that fucker won't utter a single word. You should check that piece of shit out yourself.''

''Alexeev you're useless you know that. You couldn't even make a man use his tongue.'' I said as I punched my motherfucker of a excuse for a cousin who whined and groaned like a bitch who wanted to be fucked. I hate it when people can't do their jobs but I hate the Karamazovs more than I hate anything.

The Karamazovs are our family's feudists and arch rivals for over half a century. It all began when the pakhan our family shot the Pakhan of the Karamazovs and ever since both families have lost countless members. Both families had to let go of their loved ones. Both families had to carry to coffins of their beloved but yet we were not able to put a seal to this blood feud that continues to grow every single day.

A month ago one of my uncles, Arvin Morozov were assassinated in Moscow and when I found out the origins of this assassination I came across Demitri, the most skillful assassin in all of Russia who happened to work for the Karamazovs from the beginning of time.

Demitri was one of the founding members of the Karamazov Crime Organization. He is considered as an asset of the family who removed many politicians and military officials of the country who were a prick in the ass for them not to mention he assassinated many members of our family as well.

Rolling up the sleeves of my black button-up shirt my black leather shoes thudded against the wooden plated floors as I took heavy steps. I came downstairs to the basement and signaled one of the guards to open a cell. The guard opened the metal door which revealed a bloodied Demitri tied to the chair with his toes chopped off and scattered all across the room. The stench of blood and sweat welcomed my nose. I inhaled the smell of blood like a warrior inhaling the scent of his new metal armor.

''Demitri, I hope my men have been good hosts. They tell me that you did not even as so thank them for our hospitality.'' I said in a calm yet dangerous tone that could set anyone's soul on fire.

He remained quiet at my words. An insult.

''Darling Dimitri, you know the rules as a Russian, not speaking when being addressed by the Pakhan is considered an insult.''

He was quiet yet again but then breaking his silence he growled straight to my face,

''I only speak to my Pakhan Vladimir Karamazov, you are a son of a Romanian prostitute who has the power which was given as charity by our family.''

I stared coldly in his brown eyes trying to conceal the overwhelming anger brewing inside my veins.

I grabbed a knife from the table and brought it dangerously close to his neck that would slit his old rotten skin if I moved the blade any further but then moved it to his upper thigh.
He stared deeply in my eyes and said,