Chapter 104 Chapter 104
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR
Dimitri's POV
The darkness was suffocating.
I could not see anything. Not even my own hand in front of my face.
"Sergei!" I called out. "Where are you?"
"Here!" His voice came from my left. "I am trying to find the door!"
I moved in that direction. Feeling along the wall with my hands.
The metal was cold and solid. There were no cracks.
We were trapped like rats.
"Fuck!" I slammed my fist against the wall.
Pain shot through my hand. But I did not care.
I kept moving along the wall, searching desperately for any way out.
Then I crashed into something solid.
"Ow!" Sergei grunted.
We had run into each other in the darkness.
We both fell to the floor.
I lay there for a moment, breathing heavily. My chest was tight with panic.
What if we were too late?
What if Andrei had already killed Irina and harvested her organs?
Were they cutting Nikolai open right now?
"No," I whispered into the darkness. "No. Please. No."
I could feel myself starting to lose it. The panic was rising in my throat like bile.
"Dimitri," Sergei said from somewhere nearby. "We will find a way out."
"How?" I demanded. My voice cracked. "We are trapped. There is no way out. She is going to die and it is all my fault!"
"Stop it," Sergei said firmly. "Panicking will not help."
"Then what will help?" I shouted. "Tell me! What the fuck will help?"
Before Sergei could answer, I heard something.
A grinding sound of metal on metal.
Then suddenly, light flooded in.
I threw my arm over my eyes, squinting against the brightness.
The metal door was lifting, rising up into the ceiling.
And standing outside was Mikhail.
He was surrounded by hundreds of armed guards. My men. All of them.
"Mikhail?" I gasped. "How..."
"Get out of there," Mikhail ordered.
Sergei and I scrambled to our feet and rushed out of that terrible room.
Fresh air hit my face. I had never been so grateful to breathe.
"How did you find us?" I asked Mikhail. "How did you know?"
"I followed my instincts," Mikhail replied. His face was grim. "I suspected something was wrong from the start. So I had you followed."
"You had us followed?" I repeated.
"You are too important to lose," Mikhail said simply. "I was not going to let you die in some trap."
"Irina," I said urgently. "Is she…"
"She is alive," Mikhail interrupted. "I rescued her."
My knees nearly gave out. She was alive. Thank God.
"Where is she now?" I asked.
"Safe," Mikhail said. "I am taking her and her son out of St. Petersburg."
"Good," I said. My voice was shaking with rage now.
"What are you going to do?" Mikhail asked.
"I am going to make the bastard who set us up pay." I replied.
Mikhail nodded. "The shelter is already taken care of. I rescued all the women. Then I burned the building to the ground with Andrei and his sister inside."
A savage smile spread across my face.
"Well done," I said.
"Now go finish the rest," Mikhail ordered.
I turned to Sergei and my men. "Load up," I commanded. "We are going to the casino."
They moved immediately, checking weapons, loading magazines.
We piled into the cars and drove back towards Elijah Morozov's casino.
My hands were clenched into fists the entire drive. My jaw was tight.
That bastard had lied to me. He took money and tried to kill me.
And for what? To protect Andrei?
He was going to regret it. They were all going to regret it.
We pulled up outside the casino. It was still busy and full of people gambling and drinking.
They had no idea what was about to happen.
"Kill everyone," I ordered. My voice was cold and empty. "I do not care who they are. Everyone dies."
My men nodded. They knew better than to question me.
We burst through the front doors.
The first person we saw was a security guard. He reached for his gun.
Sergei shot him in the head before he could draw.
Then all hell broke loose.
My men opened fire. The sound was deafening. People started screaming, running to take shelter.
But there was nowhere to hide.
We moved through the casino like death itself, shooting anyone who moved.
Old men at the slot machines. Young women serving drinks. Dealers at the card tables.
Everyone.
Blood sprayed across the walls.
Bodies dropped everywhere.
Some tried to fight back. But we outnumbered them.
They weren't prepared. We had caught them unaware.
I moved through it all in a haze. My gun was hot in my hand. I kept firing, killing anyone in sight.
A man begged for his life. I shot him in the face.
A woman tried to run. I shot her in the back.
I felt nothing. Nothing but rage.
This was what they deserved. All of them.
We reached the back of the casino.
I kicked open the door to Elijah's office.
He was there, trying to escape through a secret passage in the wall.
"Going somewhere?" I asked coldly.
Elijah spun around. His face went pale when he saw me.
"Dimitri," he said, trying to smile. "Listen. We can work this out…"
I raised my gun.
"You set me up," I said quietly. "You took my money. You tried to kill me."
"It was just business!" Elijah protested. "Nothing personal!"
"It is personal now," I replied and pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit him in the back of the head. He fell face down on his expensive carpet.
Blood pooled around his body.
I turned and walked out.
The casino was a massacre. Bodies were everywhere. Blood soaked into everything.
My men were waiting by the door.
"It is done," Sergei said.
"Good," I replied. "Let us go."
We drove away from the casino, leaving the carnage behind.
My shirt was soaked with blood. A bullet had grazed my shoulder, but I didn't feel it.
"Where to now?" Sergei asked.
"Take me to Irina," I said.
Mikhail had texted me an address. A safe house on the outskirts of the city.
We drove there in silence.
We pulled up to the safe house. It was a small, quiet building.
I got out of the car slowly. My legs felt heavy.
Sergei stayed in the car. This was something I had to do alone.
I walked to the door and knocked. My heart raced. What would Irina do when she saw me?
One of Mikhail's men opened it.
"Boss," he said. "She is inside."
I walked in.
And there she was.
She was sitting on a couch, wrapped in a blanket. Paramedics were around her.
But through it all, she held her baby tightly in her arms, clutching him like he might disappear.
Our eyes met.
For a moment,
neither of us moved.
Then Irina stood up, still holding Nikolai.
She walked towards me slowly.
I stood frozen. Not sure what she would do.
She got closer and closer.
I could see tears on her face and the bruises on her arms.
She stopped right in front of me and slapped me, really hard.
The sound echoed through the room.
My head snapped to the side.
"You scumbag!" She screamed.