NERVES OF STEEL

CHAPTER 54- HURT HIM

Meanwhile, Hassan had begun to suspect something was wrong when his aide didn't return along with the supposed representative. He sent his other side off to get them both. Russo drummed his fingers on the table as he kept smiling.

"You had better not do anything stupid, General. I promise you. Believe me when I say you won't be getting out of here alive." He said, looking around, uncomfortably.
"Oh? Won't I really?"
"You have no idea how many people want you dead, my friend. Even I feel so sorry for you."
Russo's eyes narrowed in curiosity. This might just be his chance to know the other people Lewis was working with.
"What are you talking about?"
"The very members of your own parliament are after you. You really think you'd leave this place alive?"
"Let me guess, you never really agreed to this peace treaty? You only said yes as a trap?"
"Exactly." Hassan nodded with a rather cruel smile.
"Well, so did I?"
"What?" His eyes flickered in shock.
"Nonsense! You could never! You and your team are outnumbered ten to one. It's suicide."
"Is it? Tsk! Tsk!! Tsk!!!" Russo shook his head, getting to his feet. "It would interest you to know that you're not the only one who had scores to settle here, Hassan."
"What do you mean?"
"I knew it was you all these years. The first time my father ever dared to say no I know what you did."

Hassan thought for awhile and the smile that lit his face the second he remembered only further infuriated Russo. In the next second, Russo reached out and seized the latter by the throat, pinning him to the wall.

"How dare y—?"
His statement was cut short with a hard punch to the side of his face.
"Rahul!"
Russo chuckled. "He's not coming anytime soon, Hassan. Today, you're exposed. Out of your pathetic hiding and today, you face me like a man, you goddamn fuck!"
"So you know huh?"

Yes he did. At first when Russo had found that letter on his father's office desk a week after his mother died those many years ago, he couldn't understand since it had been written in Arabic and that was before he took Arabic classes amongst other languages he could fluently speak.

His father believed that being multilingual would go a long way when forming allies with other nations of the world. However, he took pictures and had them translated that same day. The revelation shocked him that his mother's death was no accident but all the doing of some terrorist organization his father had been dealing with.

They killed her as a threat! When he confronted his father about it, he had been too scared to talk about it and dismissed the issue. Only recently did he put one and two together and finally it clicked that it had to be them.

In a moment of distraction, Hassan had sent a kick flying right into Russo's stomach as he tried to reach for some weapon underneath the table but Russo swiftly pulled him back, denying him of the pleasure. The latter came crashing to the ground and Russo leapt on him.

"You have no idea how long I've counted the minutes to this moment, you goddamn fucker!"

Without hesitation, he fisted his hand landing a solid punch to his jaw. He was satisfied with the cracking sound he heard as well as the splash of blood from Hassan's mouth but he wasn't done just yet. He was going to make him pay and he didn't need a gun for this. He was going to beat the old sucker to his death.

Hassan's head snapped back, his eyes widening in shock at the first impact. He struggled to keep a hold of the attacks but Russo as just as unforgiving as he was relentless. Unleashing a flurry of punches, each one landing with precision. Mid punch, he was interrupted by a voice speaking through the mic on his ear.