Mafia City: Her Russian Savior (BWWM)

Karma's a Bitch (part 6)

Nikolaus

Past, Present, Future

Your very life flashing before your eyes was always in the myth category for Nikolaus. There were only two things he believed in, his word and the love he had for his family. Shit was suddenly clearer than ever the life god or whatever higher power that looked after him was suddenly showing his fucked up childhood, adulthood and finally the rest of his life from here and on. A life that bordered on bleakness and foreshadowing.

A smile graced his face as he saw his mother in her youth she was happy before his father destroyed all that was good in her. An image of her smiling down at him the look that adorned her face was nothing but the purest of love. Suddenly thrust into the worst of his childhood tears slide down his face as he saw the love and adoration leave his mothers eyes. She was a women in love with a man who thought he was god. A man who had no respect for the bond and sacredness of marriage. Punishments soon followed then the truly dark days were upon him and they flowed into the week leading up to the day his mother took her own life.

Past events were moving at break neck speeds shuttering before his very eyes he didn't have even the slightest of seconds to process just one. The night he meet his step mother a year had gone by since his mothers tragic passing it still stung to see his father smile at another woman. His hatred for her slowly turned into respect and love soon followed she'd became his me-mah a second mother. The joyous moment his sister was born and the promise he made to always love and protect her. The night he and his friends more like brothers formed the wolf of heart. They'd made a vow to follow a code of honor. He could see the moment one of those friends set fire to the code all because of greed.

Images of him and Katia stuffing clothes into suitcases for their move to America because his father's criminal enterprise was expanding beyond the borders of Russia flew by.
His first kill a man who liked to prey on the weak and unfortunate. Forcing them to do unimaginable things simply because he was bigger and badder raced by. The day he first laid eyes on Nyani she smiled at him which annoyed him to no end. The sleep overs his sister and her annoying brat of friends had every weekend.

He and his crew becoming constant fixtures of the New York, City police department. The tragic night his father was murder by his right hand man. The gut wrenching cries of his me-mah and sister would forever be haunting. Getting his revenge on the man who killed his father which ultimately set him on a different path in life. Becoming the don of dons just weeks after his 20th birthday. The start of family traditions which included those he and his sister saw as family but were of no relation.

Remembering the day he realized he saw Nyani as more than just his sisters friend. The night she was taken rushed past and he was suddenly in the warehouse looking down on her as she lay naked strap down to a metal table bruised and battered barely recognizable. The guilt he felt at not getting to her sooner filled him with such rage he felt like he could breathe fire. Katia's anger toward him for not finding her friend sooner. The many nights he and his sister sat by her beside as she recovered from her horrendous ordeal. Nyani's screams of terror which woke her from her not so peaceful sleep.

Night and day blended together as the present flew in and staked it's claim. Todays events were on fast forward as they sped by on a direct course for his future. They crashed on a scene he thought was an impossibility. He was standing in a church at the alter tears and a smile graced his face as he watched the blurred face of a woman walk down the isle. Images of a happy life were being played out before his eyes. Things slowly started to fade to black but not before he heard the cry of a baby. A beautiful life he would never see.
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The force of the bullet spun him around throwing his body into the stone pillar he stood in front of seconds ago. As he hit the cold hard concert he could hear the commotion of his men as they yelled trying to ascertain the whereabouts of the shooter. Anthony kneeled over him pressing down on the wound. He felt nothing, the typical pain associated with a gun shot wound eluded him.

He could feel coldness running up his spine as he laid there slowly bleeding from the bullet hole in his chest. He laughed as he coughed up blood this was it he was going to be taken out by a sniper someone who didn't have the balls to put him down face to face. If this was indeed his time it was kind of disappointing. He would sometimes envision himself going out in a blaze of glory or fighting to the death with his bare hands. Not like this a fucking sniper.

"Nick come on don't die on me I need you to keep breathing man." Anthony shouted. "Were getting you help just hang on. He sounded so far away.

He could hear someone screaming for someone else to call 911. Noises of all kind started to invaded his fading senses. Shivers racked his entire body as the coldness leeched it's way into the rest of his extremities. He guessed the stories were true you would think getting shot the bullet entering your body wold be hot but it was ice cold.

Black spots swam around his vision as he lay there dying. Looking up at the sky he wished shit could've been different for him and Nyani not to mention Katia but life was a cruel little bitch that so many took for granted and did he? Hell yes, he did. He said a prayer for those he loved hoping that the folks up above were listening. His final thought before he succumb to the darkness that was now his world were like so many say Karma's a Bitch.