The Gangster's Baby Boy 2 [INDEFINITIVE HIATUS]

Chapter 010

The still sick man was pinned down by the pissed tiger who held both of his wrists tightly beside his head and was glaring deeply into his eyes, almost piercing through them. Misha stayed emotionless and didn't respond the way Sergey desired for.

"Erik ha, is he the detective that is fucking with my men?"

He asked but didn't receive an answer.

"Staying silent only makes the situation worse my dear Mishka"

"I don't know"

"Stop fucking lying!"

Sergey slammed his fist on Misha's chest. If he wasn't sick, it wouldn't have hurt however because he was still in pain, he gasped and groaned in pain. Sergey grabbed the pyjamas and ripped them apart exposing Misha's pale and muscular chest before tightly wrapping his hand around his neck making it hard for Misha to breathe.

"I fucking hate liars! You've done nothing but lie to me! You may be one of my best men, but you're the worse liar there is! Who the fuck is this Erik guy compared to me?! Ha! What does he have what I lack?! Just tell me! Life is about improving! I may even be better than him! Hell, I sure damn will get better than him!"

Misha couldn't speak. Opening his mouth was a challenge, his throat was getting tighter by the passing minute and his breathing was shortening. His vision was darkening as well.

"You know damn well what will happen to your beloved ones if you ever dare to betray me! You belong to me Misha! You're my man! Your everything belongs to me! Do you understand?!'

Sergey wasn't quick to notice that Misha's previous tight grip on his wrists now loosened. His arms dropped hitting the edge of the bed in the process and his eyes closed automatically.

Sergey froze.

"Misha?"

He slowly touched Misha's burning face and Sergey began trembling since Misha wasn't even breathing at this point.

He freaked out and immediately called for his men, who were guarding the door outside, to bring Misha to the nearest hospital.

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Misha was taken to the nearest hospital, of course one that Sergey owned, and he walked over to the tight up Vladimir and Aiden who they have held captured in the living room. Sergey sat on one of their softest couches and seemed rather pissed.

"What is your relationship with my Misha?"

"Someone who empties my fridge whenever I'm busy"

He slammed his palm on the wooden cafe table in front of him and was even angrier by Vladimir's joke.

"Don't fuck with me. I'm capable of many unpleasant things"

"And I'm capable of taking down a country. You've done nothing impressive so far, what is there to prove anyway? You have nothing"

The man sitting at the opposite side from Vladimir and Aiden was boiling inside. He grabbed the wooden table, flipped it backwards and, once the table was out of the way, he lifted his foot up and kicked Vladimir's chest as hard as he could making Vladimir fall backwards on his back.

Aiden called out his name in worry.

"A man who left his legacy for an American innocent boy, what happend Vladimir?"

He smirked.

"What can I say? Love makes someone do the impossible, but that's something you'll never understand"

Vladimir chuckled.

"I mean, aren't we supposed to be scared? To be honest with you, I'm quite entertaint. You're pretty funny. Trying to act so cool and mighty when in reality you hide behind your men and let them do your dirty work"

"I don't like to get my hands dirty. I'm sure you would understand"

"Definitely not. The amount of scars I received from this career is probably higher than your IQ, and that's for sure"

Sergey grabbed Vladimir by the collar, lifted him up and sat him back down.

"You're really trying to fuck with me, aren't you?"

"Sorry, I only top Aiden"

Aiden wanted to facepalm himself by Vladimir's sudden shameless comment.

"If it weren't for Misha then I would have killed both of you right here, right now, but I promised him I wouldn't do anything to you two unless he betrays me. He may have betrayed me, but if he performs well in the punishment ... I may rethink your lives"

Sergey ordered for his men to let the two lovebirds free then after making another mess on the way to the door, they left.

Vladimir spotted a silver ring and immediately knew what it was and whom it belonged. He slowly bended down and gently picked it up.

бесстрашный -> (Fearless)

Was written inside the ring and wasn't that visible but underneath the bright light it was very visible - this ring originally belonged to one of Misha's closest friends. He's been in Misha's life as long as Vladimir has been, but unfortunately he passed away. It's the only memory Misha has of him - this little silver ring. The two of them treasured this friend and will never forget him.

He tighetened his fist with the ring inside his palm.

"That asshole will pay"

Aiden slowly lowered his head and hasn't said anything so far. He's been wanting for Vladimir to stop invoblving himself with the mafia since he's been constructed to not be associated with them anymore if he wants to become a free man and live a normal life. But seeing how their dearest brother, Misha, was treated by this wannabe Vladimir Petrov or some kind of asshole trying to win an auction but failing miserably - made Vladimir boil.

"What are you planning to do Vlad?"

Vladimir shoved the ring inside his pocket and turned around to face his boy. He wrapped his arms around the tiny American waist, pulled him closer and buried his face in Aiden's neck.

"What am I supposed to do? You won't allow me to go, I know that for sure. You tell me"

Aiden lifted his hand up, placed it on Vladimir's shoulder and tightened his grip on it.

"Please save Misha"

Vladimir kissed Aiden's neck before whispering into his ear.

"I will"

To be Continued...

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