Chapter 42 The Silencer
Stewart's P.O.V.
I know Anushka has to have that flash drive in her house. I already had someone who works for her look in the office, and it wasn't there. It has to be in her home, but the person I sent there couldn't find it. When she took over, I had left it hidden inside the desk in my office. It contains all the evidence needed to prove that she's Christov's daughter. No one can find out that she exists, or I'll be dead.
I know Christov loved Gloria, and if Anushka tells him how I treated them, he will make me suffer. My only regret is not getting rid of the proof that Anushka is Christov's. Gloria made the mistake of keeping a diary on her laptop that outlined her time with Christov and how she was pregnant when we met. I took a swab from Anushka's mouth when she was a baby and had her DNA tested to see if she was mine. When the results came back, they showed that I wasn't her father. That's when I decided I would make her mother's life hell for tricking me. Gloria's diary and Anushka's DNA results are on that flash drive. I look at my phone when I receive a text.
I'm still searching for her. I believe they're at Jordan's because there is extra security, but I can't be sure. There is no way I can get into that building right now. I'll get her, but it will take a little longer than anticipated.
I throw my phone onto my desk. I don't have time to wait. This needs to happen now. What the fuck can I do? I gave this bastard what money I had with the promise to give him the rest after she was dead. There is no more money, but once Anushka is dead and I have my company back, I'll have all the money I need.
While I'm sitting at my desk contemplating what I can do, there's a knock on the door. I look through the peephole, and there's a short, round man with glasses standing on the other side.
"Can I help you?" I ask through the door.
"Stewart Wilkins? I have a delivery for you that requires a signature," the man says, holding up a box. I unlock the door, and when I open it, I try to slam it shut. The man with the box isn't alone. Four men in black suits are with him. One of them shoves the door open, and they all push their way inside.
"What's going on? Who are you?" I already have a feeling I know exactly who they are.
"Christov Kondrati sent us," one man says while the man with glasses opens the box.
"Why did he send you here? I don't have anything to do with the Russian mob," I say nervously.
"You kept his daughter from him while hurting her and her mother. You sent a man to kidnap her, which resulted in her being shot. For these crimes, you are sentenced to death. Is there anything else we should know about?" The man with glasses asks as he pulls a bag from the box and empties the contents onto my table. I begin shaking when I see different devices that can be used to cause pain.
"No, there's nothing else." I lie. The man with glasses looks at the guys in suits, and two of them grab my arms. They tear my clothes from my body, so I'm standing in front of the man naked. He picks up a scalpel and smiles as he looks at me.
"I don't believe you. Someone like you wouldn't give up. Tell me what else you have planned, or I won't make this quick." He walks toward me and touches the scalpel to my abdomen, my throat, and my penis, going back and forth. "Eenie meenie miney mo, which place should I cut first?"
"I swear I'm telling the truth." I'm not telling them about the hitman I hired. Even if they kill me, I still want him to kill Anushka. She doesn't deserve to live.
I have no time to react before he uses the scalpel to make a small slit on the head of my penis. I scream in pain, and one of the men in suits stuffs something into my mouth. Tears run down my face as he continues making small slits all over my penis. My legs would have given out already if it weren't for the men holding me. The man using the scalpel pushes his sleeves up.
"It looks like this is going to take a while. Tie him to the chair and put something underneath him. You know I like to keep the mess to a minimum. Stewart, I suggest you talk soon, or you're going to be in a lot more pain." He smiles evilly as they place my shower curtain on the floor and tie me to one of my kitchen chairs that they set in the middle of the curtain. The man holds up a pair of needle-nose pliers.
"I'm sorry, I never introduced myself. My name is Yeltsin, but most people call me The Silencer because once I'm done, you will be silent." He throws his head back and laughs, causing chills to run down my spine. He comes toward me with the pliers. I try to get loose, but they have me tied too tight. When he places the pliers on my scrotum, I try to scream. He looks up at me and smiles as he clamps down as hard as he can. Vomit comes up into my mouth, but with the rag there, I have to swallow it back down.
"Don't think this is the worst. We're only getting started."
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Christov's P.O.V.
I have never laughed so hard in my life as I have while talking to Dakota. She is an amazing little girl. She has finally said I can be friends with her if we don't bring guns the next time we come over. Now, I'm sitting on the floor reading a story to her while Anushka and Jordan watch us. I know they're concerned, but they have nothing to fear from me.
I was so angry that I had been kept from my daughter her entire life, and I wanted revenge. I was ready to make her come and live with me so I could protect her. Anushka and Dakota made me realize that I have no right to disrupt their lives. I would rather have a relationship with them that isn't forced. When I get a text, I pull out my phone.
He hired a hitman named Cyrus Marconi to kill Anushka.
"Do you know a Cyrus Marconi?" I ask Jordan and Anushka.
"I do. He used to work with us but quit a couple of years ago." One of Jordan's men answers.
"Why?" Anushka asks. I look at Dakota, who's watching and listening to everything. I don't want to say it out loud, so I hand my phone to Jordan. He shows it to Anushka, and she gasps.
"Don't worry, he won't get to you." I take my phone back.
When I'm with Anushka and Dakota, I will behave myself. When I'm away from them, I'll be the ruthless bastard everyone knows. Especially if they try to hurt either of them or Jordan, too, I guess. I have some legitimate businesses to cover up the ones that aren't so legitimate. I don't want to scare them, but once people know I have a daughter, they will come after Anushka and Dakota to get to me. I need to tell her five half-brothers about her. They'll either take it well or want to kill her themselves once they find out that she will get 25% of the family business soon. They're my sons, and in some ways, they're more ruthless than I am.