Chapter 15 Blood Hunt
Warning: This chapter contains gore contents.
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Nikolai, crossed the dark lot and headed to the warehouse. The Strong stench of smoke and expensive cologne filling his nose.
Dimitri and some of his other enforcers walked behind him.
They were all on black, with a pistol gun hooked at their waist.
Nikolai puffed out a smoke as he turned, signalling 4 men each to stand at the back door as he and Dmitri headed for the entrance.
He swung his foot, kicking the door open.
His gaze landed on a glass box that glowed under the spotlights.
A girl, stood naked, her arms wrapped around herself, her eyes glossy with tears as she stared at nothing.
Her mother had sold her off for money, now she was going to be sold to one of the men in tailored suits or one amongst the few women who wore expensive diamonds.
She counted, there were thirty chairs in a semi- circle altogether.
Nikolai watched as the auctioneer began, "Fresh lady. Will be ripe before a week. Still seventeen years old and a pure virgin. Skin is flawless like milk and she's very obedient." The auctioneer paused when he heard the deep growl of men who showed interest in the girl.
"She's going for 300,000 dollars -" Before he could finish, a man raised his paddle.
"1,000,000."
"1,500,000."
"3,000,000."
"3,500,000."
Lots of men had already begun thinking of how they are going to bend the girl over their bed and spank her fresh ass.
Just the thought, made a rush of blood to flood their cock.
Each of them was getting hard As most of them adjusted their pants under the table.
"5,000,000." A woman finally bid.
Everyone turned to look at her.
"She would make a fine addiction to my son's sex slave collection," she chuckled sharply.
The murmurs in the room grew loud.
5,000,000 dollars was a lot on one person. So they regressed, waiting on the next client.
"Going once, Going Twice, Gone."
Nikolai's patience went dead. And he brought out his pistol and aimed straight at the auctioneer's head.
The auctioneer's head exploded. Blood spluttered from his mouth as he collapsed dead on the floor, his eyes wide open.
Everybody began screaming, their chairs scraping hard against the floor as they began running helter- scatter.
Nikolai burst the door and stormed the place with full force.
A fat man in the front run was fumbling with his phone. Nikolai shit his dead in his eyes.
The back door opened, flooding with his enforcers as they began shooting everyone.
Bodies began piling up, one sneaky rat tried crawling under the chairs to hide but Nikolai stomped the back of his head, crushing it like eggshell.
He turned towards Dmitri who had just stuck a knife up a man's chin, through his tongue and dragged it out, letting the blood roll from the blade to his wrist and arms.
"Finish this up!" He ordered and headed to the back room.
Rodin Polyakov was there, shivering and fumbling with his phone.
"Please - I needed the money. He said this was the only way out, I had to do it," he began scrambling when he saw Nikolai with a pistol.
"Who is this 'he'?"
Nikolai asked, anger reaching the pit of his stomach, twisting and tugging vigorously at his ribs.
"Good bye!" He shut the man at his temple.
His blood splattering over Nikolai's face.
"Piece of crap!" He spat at the dead body and exited the back room.
Everyone was dead. Blood splattered against the walls, tiles, chairs, literally everywhere.
The girl in the glass case was shivering and crying.
He didn't bat an eyelash to her and turned to Dmitri who just killed the last man.
"Where next to, boss?"
"Yaroslov, Casino." His mouth stretched wild, all his teeth showing in a crooked grin as his face turned into an uneven smile.
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Yaroslov was a man who was allowed to open a casino in his city as long as he brought in 5 million dollars weekly.
But he has dared to traffic pregnant women and sold their babies just to force them back as sex workers.
This was a slap to his face. They had never initiated this type of deal and it was time to end it off.
He smashed the faces of the bouncers and stormed inside with his men.
Ladies, and everyone started running at the sight of Nikolai and he reveled in it.
Fuck! He loved it. The smell of blood, the screams, the tud of bodies hitting the floor was glorifying.
It hit him like hard in a good way. It's been a long time, since he's had a kill like this and it tasted sweet on his lips.
'Be fucking scared you dumb asses," He snarled and stormed Yaroslov office.
Yaroslov who waas fucking a whore quicky snapped at who hared dared to interrupt his session.
He quickly staggered, legs going weak as she pulled his cock slowly out of the prostitute hole.
"Get lost!" Nikola roared at the woman and she scrammed out with her clothes in her hands and the money Yaroslov had paid her in between her lips.
"Mironov... Mironov..." Nikolai slurred his last name darkly.
"How dare you try to play a double on me? You tried playing me like a fool, huh?" He didn't wait for a reply and swung a pocket knife and his eyes.
The knife went in and out of his eyes and landed in the wall.
Yaroslov screens loudly, holding his eyes in place as blood trickled down his cheeks.
Nikolai took slow steps towards Yaroslov.
"You went against the rules, now you pay with your life. Hahahahaha..." He laughed maniacally.
He pulled the knife out of the wall, crunched down to Yaroslov and slit his throat without mercy.
He watched as his blood gurgled in his mouth before it splashed on his face.
He whipped a finger across his face and stared at his blooded finger.
"Fucking beautiful." His mouth stretched wide and eyes went cold.
Then he stood and turned.
"So, far we have killed 18 men and it seems they have been working for a particular boss. This 'He," who could it be? Even the shipping men said something about this 'he.'"
"He's a piece of shit who works in hiding. He doesn't have the balls to face me directly and honestly, I don't give a shit unless he causes a big havoc to my city."
He turned to Dmitri, hitting his chest with the knife he used to kill Yaroslov.
"Take care of Denis Gusev. I'm heading somewhere."
He walked away.
"Lavrentiy Kozin."
He tasted the name on his tongue again.
He had failed to kill him before but this time around, he would make sure that bullet hit
him right in his chest.
His eyes darkened as he headed to Lavrentiy's hideout.