𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

Wielding A Sword Of Vengeance.

(First Edit)

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

We made it to the forty second floor without issue and found the others already waiting for us. Now that everyone was here we followed Dmitri to Maxim's suite. Taking out a key card from his pocket Dmitri opened the door and we entered as a group.

Bypassing the living room and kitchen we headed straight to the bedroom. Just as we rounded the corner we spotted two armed guards patrolling the entrance. I raised my gun to shoot one of them but Nickolas placed his hand on the barrel to lower it while putting a finger to his lip.

Waiting until their backs were turned he soundlessly crept across the carpet, and in the blink of an eye, snapped one of their necks with his bare hands. The second guard spun around but before he managed to get one word out Nickolas snapped his neck as well, causing his body to fall on top of his companion's.

"Ahh, nothing more therapeutic than the sound of necks being broken," Damen sighed as he cracked his own neck and shook out his shoulders.
"Try listening to rain and thunderstorm sound effects on YouTube," Theodore suggested. "It works wonders for relaxation and meditation."

"Begging your pardon good sirs, we just need to have a quick word with your boss," I say as I step over their corpses to open the door. And there he was. Sleeping in his king-sized bed surrounded by pillows and women alike was Maxim Belinsky.

He looked to be in his mid sixties and his brown hair was thin and balding in the middle. His bulky arms as well as his back was covered in tattoos and he was fast asleep while two women were wrapped in the covers on either side of him.

"Ugh. He reminds me of Pied Piper," I said disgustedly. "I wonder if he's married?"
"His wife was caught with another man twenty years ago so he beheaded them both," Dmitri explained. "He never remarried after that but instead immersed himself in the company of younger women. Far younger than he is."

I shook my head and held out a hand to Valentino. "Do you have the sodium thiopental?"

He handed me the syringe and I removed the cap. Finding the right spot I injected him with the sedative. He was already in a deep sleep so he didn't stir as I stuck the needle in his arm. I moved to the side so Dean and Dario could drag him out of bed and restrain him with the zip ties and rope.

When gis body dropped to the floor the women woke up with a start and one of them — a brunette with dark brown eyes — let out a scream.

"Quiet," I ordered as I pointed my gun at her. She closed her mouth and the other one — a blonde with grey eyes — cowered against her while shaking like a leaf. "Wh..who are you people?"
"We're here for Maxim," Dario said as he tightened the rope around Maxim. "Who are you?"

"I'm Carla," the brunette said. "This is Linda. We work at one of Maxim's clubs. He brought us here so we could help him forget about his pain. He just lost his son so..."

"Most people mourn when they lose a loved one. What part of mourning involves fucking women who are fifteen years younger than you are?" I snorted as I put my gun away.

"You'd be surprised," Theodore chuckled. "Sex is a fantastic outlet for one's emotions. The more intense the emotion the rougher the sex. Once in 2016 I lost twenty million dollars in weapons due to a search and seizure. I was so mad I spent three hours fucking at one of my hotels. The woman was sore all over by the time I was through with her. She loved it and I got over my loss. Win-win."

"With the amount of women you have sex with I'm surprised you didn't extract an STD by now," Dean scoffed.
Theodore raised his brow. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. You fuck more women that all of us put together. Does Evelyn know how much of a sex addict you are?"
"I've never hidden anything from Evelyn. I've told her everything there is to know about me and she accepted me. She loves me regardless of what went on in my past."