And So It Begins: NovaHD [BoyxBoy]

> His Possessions <

Murder Husbands AU. I really liked this one. Sorry for any mistakes. 

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There are a few things you should know about James Wilson: 

One: He is one of the most notorious underworld crime leaders in the United States. He has people working for him in every corner of the country. He is very cunning, powerful, and rich. 

Two: Do as he says and do not get on his bad side. He only had a few people he trusts more than anything in the world. He has friends in high places. 

Three: He is very possessive over his things.  Don't touch ever take anything that belongs to him. Especially,  his most prized possession; Aleksandr. 

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Aleks knew this was partly his fault. He knew he fucked up at some point. Apparently, snarky comments can get you onto the bad side of a very powerful mob boss.  He probably should have just stayed home, continue doing the research his lover had asked him to, but no, he decided its was a good idea to speak to the man himself. One wrong phrase quickly got him kidnapped. 

He braced for another kick that went straight to his stomach, taking his breath away in one swoop. He fell to his knees, his body fighting to put his hands out in front of him, but the pair were still restrained painfully behind his back with duct tape.  

"Anything else to say, rat?" The burly man above him, smirks down at him as Aleks pants heavily. He was muscular.  A lot more than Aleks was by a long shot. His arms and almost all visible skin, minus his face was covered in ugly tattoos, which unfortunately made Aleks chuckle a bit. 

He bit down on his tongue and knew he should have just stayed quite but the words were slipping out before he could stop them.

"Вы собираетесь умереть, др-" Not unexpected, but he was cut off before he finished by a swift punch to his jaw. The Russian's head snaped to the side from the sheer force of the man's fist. His vision blackened a bit, as he spit out a mouthful of blood onto the ground below him. He couldn't help but think: Yeah, he deserved that one. 

He could feel the blood gushing from his nose, tasting it on his bleeding lips. He couldn't help himself as he giggled and grinned widely at the small above him. They probably thought he was crazy, but the cold metal of a ring around his finger reminded him that the more these men hurt him, the more pain they will receive from his husband. 

"Fucking weirdo," The man hisses and turns to face one of his partners. "When is the boss man getting here? This kid is fucking crazy." He nodded. He probably was. 

There were five in the room, all surrounding him in a semi-circle, in case anything were to happen. They all were armed with guns, which worried him slightly, but he knew they needed him for leverage over his husband and wouldn't kill him unless their demands weren't met. 

"I don't think your boss will ever be returning, sadly." A voice from the shadows answered them, in a teasing voice. James steps out from the darkness and holds his hands up in surrender when all six guns are trained on him. Blood is splattered across his face and clothes and Aleks sighs in relief. 

"Now, now, friends. I don't think there's any need for that," he still speaks in that teasing voice and laughs slightly. "I've just come to collect something that belongs to me. I think you took it on accident." 

Suddenly the man closest to Aleks drops to the ground like a rag doll. The next one goes down, both took shots straight to the head. The pale Russian glances around the room and noticed a few of James' men in the rafters of the roofs. He snorts quietly to himself as he thinks of how unintelligent these men are.