Speechless [RusAme Oneshots]

A Little Less Sweet

Another stench of metal hit the detective's nose. It was a gruesome accident led by the infamous Braginski's. It wasn't his first time handling the case related to the Braginski's, but everytime they are getting close to proving them wrong they always get a away. Like an eel they are slippery, and like a monkey, full of tricks.

The young agent turned his head at the now finished crime scene. A murder of Alayna, celebrity and model, not knowing why a powerful group like the Braginski would kill a celebrity. He walked around the now empty area and notices a small peeking paper slipped in one of the tree barks.

With hesitation he reached over and grabbed the paper. A letter with the signature of the Braginski's on it, he opened the small envelope to be greeted with a card.

"They who steal, will have their life stolen

And they who I want will be taken"

Just a simple two lines, describing an easy situation. First ; Alayna must have taken something important, second ; they want somebody. But there was no threat letters the higher ups received coming from anybody adressing the Braginski as the one who send it for 5 month. 

But then he immediately remember what he's holding, a letter, the first letter that comes after 5 months of no info. A glare of light shines through and a small frame's silhouette peeks thru the thick envelope paper.

His eyes widen at the letter, glancing back at it as there was more to it. A photo, a picture. Of him.

It was all clear now. He dug to deep to the matter and now he's going to face the consequences. Taking out the photo he turned it.

"I want you" written in bloody, bold letters

His body shook at the words and tries not to fall down. The leader of Braginski's want him, the Braginski's want to have their hands around the detective. For the purpose of killing him, taking him as a hostage or a slave he doesn't know.

All he knows now is he isn't safe, not even his family. Everything is on the line. Tighting his grip at the photo he turned back and walked to his car outside of the crime scene. Looking at it once again and across the street.

Locking his eyes at a small coffee shop. A man was there sipping his coffee peacefully, until he turned his head and stared at him. 

That was him, the same violet eyes, J shaped nose, and cream blonde hair.

A small smirk creeps out his face and it sends shivers down his spine. Stiffened at the atmosphere around him, that glare is a glare from hunter to a prey. The desire to catch and torture. The man turned his attention from him and back to the coffee.

The hunt for him is on

The hunt for Alfred F. Jones is on

As Ivan Braginski, the most powerful Russian mafia leader wants him in more than a thousand ways

"I want you as my own -IB'

Yeap a random idea! Need a sequel?

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