Chapter 10

It has been a day now since I've locked that little firecracker in one of the cells in my basement. She was really a handful.

She broke everything she got her hands on. Every fucking thing. The shit in this house was not cheap, plus paying for a cleanup crew just for this specific mess.

I was so close to grabbing her by her neck and squeezing the life out of her, but I had to use all my self-restraint to stop myself.

I refuse to be the one to put her out of her misery. I personally liked seeing her get all worked up. It gave me a sense of satisfaction knowing that I could draw such reaction from her, minus her destroying my shit.

I could read her like an open book.

While she has been locked up down there, Enzo has been on my ass to let her out. Saying bullshit about how unfair it was for me to lock her up down there. She broke my shit and yet he's here defending her actions.

If he wanted to keep her company, I would be more than happy to lock him up down there too.

Until she realizes who is in charge here, she will stay locked up. I wasn't mad about having to replace the things that she had broken, I was mad because she lacks respect. Money was clearly not an issue.

I can't have people thinking I've gone soft, now, can I?

"What are we going to do?" Luca asked drawing me out of my thoughts.

Looking at the men crowding my office, I uttered the words we were all thinking.

"It's time to get revenge" I smirked.

The men in the room nodded their head in agreement. I could tell that they were itching for revenge. No one messes with me and gets away with it.

"So, what's the plan?" Luca spoke up.

"We already know that they're receiving a shipment of cocaine and weapons tonight. We're going to make sure that the shipment never leaves the dock" I said leaning forward, resting my hands on my desk and intertwining my fingers.

"As soon as the ship docks, we'll take charge and plant the bombs on the inside and outside of the ship" I continued.

"Then BOOM!" Luca finished with a fist pump in the air.

"Fuck yeah" another man said, clearly in agreement with my plan.

They stole from me and no one steals from me and get away with it. No one. Not even these Russians.

You don't get where I am by being soft and forgiving. You had to show these motherfuckers who's the boss.

There are always some idiots who always think that they can betray me and get away with it.

Sitting behind my desk I couldn't help the evil smile that graced my lips as I thought about my sweet, sweet revenge.

Boris, I'm coming for you. You messed with the wrong motherfucker.

...

"Is everyone in position?" I asked through my earpiece.

I got a series of 'yes boss' as everyone confirmed their location.

"Here the ship comes. Hold your positions. We move in on my count" I ordered as I watched from behind a container.

We were currently at the container port waiting for the ship to dock to move in. There were men guarding the docks waiting for the ship.

As soon as the ship had docked, I told my men to move in. We had them surrounded. This was way too easy or so I thought.

The men on the ship opened fire on us as we seek protection, firing back at them. We have been at this for a few minutes and most of their men were down.

"Fuck!" I heard someone shout not too far from me. One of my men was down.

Making my way over to where he was trying not to get shot myself, I crouched over his body examining his wound. He was shot in the torso, if he did not get immediate medical attention, he'll probably bleed to death.

Calling over someone to help me move his body we brought him back to where the vehicles were parked and have one of the men on standby that had medical training to attend to his wound.

Walking back to where the gunshots were the loudest, I got ready to end this shit.

I was getting tired of all this shooting back and forth. Walking out in the open, I began shooting like crazy.

Anyone who was not dead before was sure to be dead now.

Signaling my men to board the ship, I went ahead as we began planting the bombs.

We were now on board the ship and there were dead bodies everywhere. This was what I liked to see.

I had let down my guard assuming that all the men on board the ship was dead when a gunshot was heard.

It took me a few seconds to realize that I had been shot when another gunshot was heard. This time however, it was one of my men that had shot the guy who shot me.

I'm not going to lie and say that I wasn't in pain, because this shit hurt like a motherfucker. There was blood oozing out of my shoulder drenching my shirt in blood.

"Boss you alright?" one of my men came up to me.

"I'm fine. Get back to work" I ordered.

I have stared death in the eyes many times and this time wasn't one of them. This was nothing compared to some of the injuries I've received before.

After we were done planting the bombs, we went back to where the vehicles were parked. I pressed the button on the detonator and watched the ship blow up.

There was no doubt in my mind that the Russians would be retaliating. It was just a matter of when.

They always say that revenge is a dish best served cold and standing here in this moment I couldn't help but agree. This was so satisfying to watch, but I couldn't stand here all night.

One reason was because I was bleeding out and the other reason was because the cops would be here soon.

"Pack it up men. Let's go" I ordered.

Packing the guns in the cars, we later got in ourselves and made our way back to the mansion.

When we got there, I went straight to my room to take care of this injury. Taking up a bottle of whiskey from my small table full of alcohol in my room, I made my way to the bathroom.

I took a swig of the drink before taking off my shirt. I poured some of the whiskey on my wound, before prying the bullet out.

After taking out the bullet, I bandaged my shoulder. Taking a few more swigs from my whiskey, I made my way to the bed and fell on its face first.

Groaning in pain, I flipped over on my back still wearing my boots and pants trying to find a comfortable position groaning with every movement I make.

It didn't take long for me to pass out with the whiskey still in hand, no doubt soaking the sheets.

...

I woke up to pounding on my door. Opening my eyes slowly, I rolled out of bed to see who was at the door. As soon as I opened the door, Enzo barged in.

"You can't keep her locked up down there. If you're going to kill her, just get on with it" he seethed in anger.

I was not in the mood for this. My shoulder hurts and now my head. If he kept this up, I might just kill him instead.

Walking away from him, I went into the bathroom for some painkillers.

"Are you even listening to me?" he asked in anger.

"Isn't it obvious?" I fired back with a bored look on my face.

"Look, I can't deal with this right now. Maybe if I'm in a good mood later, I'll think about your request, but until then you know where the door is" I continued before he started his rant again.

"Oh, and by the way, don't forget who is in charge here. You're barging in my room making request on behalf of a bitch you don't even know anything about" I said shaking my head in disappointment.

He stormed out of my room slamming the door on his way out. I swear he could be so childish at times.

I was going to let her out today, but I just like seeing that angry look on his face. It's not like he could defy me or anything. I mean he could, but he also knew the consequences that would come if he went against me.

With that thought in mind, I went back to bed. I'd let her out later, but for now I needed to sleep off these pain meds.