Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
She looked back at the house. “I’m hungry again. Do you want some food?”
I agreed and watched as she made her way into the house. I knew Harris Harris was not a good guy. What I didn’t realize was what a piece of shit he actually was. Of course he had to be, he put his own daughter on the chopping block. He married her into the Volkov Bratva, and then put a hit out on her.
When I found this piece of shit, I was going to fucking kill him.
****
The Butcher
Arriving back at Victor’s house, I see Ivan and The Beast are already there. Victor’s staff had been given an extended vacation.
“They’re safe?” Ivan asked.
“Yes.”
He shouldn’t have expected anything less. I always followed through with orders. Ivan wanted Freya and Victor safe, that is exactly where they were. Safe.
No one knew the coordinates of the island. Ivan knew them, and he had given them to me, to deliver them safely to his home. The island was like a fortress. I had no idea how he was able to build a house on it, but then, I’ve come to see Ivan is not all he seems. He is a man of many skills. Strange to believe that if his own father had just accepted his kid at the time, none of this would have happened. Or, Ivan and I might have met under different circumstances.
“You get followed?” The Beast asked.
“Probably. What’s the plan?” I asked, turning to Ivan.
“The Grid moves around. There are a lot of high-powered players, and I think it is time for some of those players to end up dead,” Ivan said.
“The problem is knowing who the high-powered players are?” The Beast asked.
“Have you always been this pessimistic?” I asked.
The Beast always thought in terms of problems and solutions. Always second-guessing a plan. Always saying shit and doing shit that pissed me the fuck off. I should kill him. It would be easier for the both of us if I just fucking killed him and be done with it. It would make both of our lives easier, and Ivan wouldn’t need to choose between us.
Only, there was a tiny little problem.
I had many opportunities to kill this fucker. So many. I had been looking down the barrel of my gun more times than I could count, and I could have simply pulled the trigger, and boom, problem solved. I don’t know why I hadn’t. It pissed me off.
But then, there would be no Beast.
I wrinkled my nose.
“I’m trying to do this so none of us gets killed.”
Rolling my eyes, I mocked him. “Getting killed is part of the fun. Also, not to kiss up to the teacher or anything, but I imagine Ivan already knows exactly who is involved in The Grid.” I turned to Ivan. “Don’t you, Boss?” I asked.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” Ivan said. “Or at least, I have two players, and they are in town. That is what I am able to correlate, based on the information you have given me, and backtracking. Some members of The Grid have to be present within the location until the target is acquired. Especially, if it has a high price like Freya. Her father has put quite a sizeable hit on her. We’re talking in the hundreds of millions of dollars.”
“It’s small change to a man like Harris,” I said.
I don’t get what Harris has against Freya. Now, I don’t like people. I’m used to killing people, and I was taught at a young age that people would disappoint you. There is no way you should open yourself up to that kind of pain.
So, I never got close. I never had friends. In an odd way, Ivan and The Beast are the closest people I would have to friends. And even odder now, I would say Freya is close to me as well.
My life is fucked up, but I love every day of it.
I didn’t make friends easily, besides, I have had to kill a couple along the way. Take The Grid, for example. I’d already killed a couple of bitches who wouldn’t back down, and they had my back a long time ago. I gave them the option to back the fuck down. They didn’t take it.
The reward for Freya’s death was too damn high. When I got my hands on Harris, there was going to be a special kind of death for him.
“So, point us to the ones you have, and we work from there,” I said.
“We’re going to need your special brand of torture,” Ivan said.
And this made me smile. I had a way of making men talk.
****
Freya
One Week Later
I expected to hate being alone with Victor, especially on an island with nothing to do. We found our own kind of entertainment, and while Victor is not attempting to hate me, I actually quite like him. He’s a good guy.