I Am Not A Prostitute: Mafia Romance (18+ Only)

Chapter 12

Afanas POV:

Blood sprayed across my fists, I relished in the way my rings cut into his flesh.

I tipped his chair back, his broken face was caked with blood.

"Evahn, you underestimate your family." I said slowly.

His bruised eyes closed and I watched in humor as a tear slipped down his face, it mixed with the blood and a pink streak lined his face.

Men don't cry.

"Afanas, I don't know what h-happened..." He choked.

I pulled a blade from pocket and angled it into his throat. My friend Slayer who was helping with the interrogation pushed his chair back further.

I dug the knife into his neck as it cut through and he began choking on the blood that spilled down his throat.

I shook my head, "how do you not know what happened to 150 kilos of cocaine?" I dug the blade further into his pink flesh, "huh?...you were the only one guarding the north bay."

"I, uh" he winced and choked, "they came so f-fast. The Italians were in the harbor, and I...I didn't know what t-to do."

He coughed and a spray of blood erupted from his throat.

"I pulled my gun." He gurgled "but there were too many."

I opened my mouth to reply when the door flew open.

Sinister walked in.

He had been my best friend since we were children growing up in Russia. He was the first in command of the Russian mafia, and I was the second in command.

We were more than brothers.

He looked bothered, he nodded his head for me to talk to him.

I motioned for Slayer to continue the interrogation as I met Sinister in the hall.

"You're acquainted with the girl I bought in the auctions, correct?"

"Calla?"

He nodded.

Yeah. I knew Calla. The runner. The Russian.

"She's in the meeting room, take care of it." He spoke sharply. The way his eyes shadowed over made me think something went wrong.

"chto sluchilos'...?"  (What happened?)

He shook his head furiously, "I don't fucking know. Just...fuck. Take care of the problem."

I cocked my head to the side, "do you want me to put her with the other whores?"

"Net." He said quickly, too quickly. (No)

I frowned at him but make sure not to question his authority. Sinister may be like a brother to me, but I knew better than to mess with him in times of stress.

I turned on my heels and made my way down the halls until I came to the meeting room.

The door was opened a crack and the lights were off.