Two: A New Idea.

Ivan’s POV:

THE DAY BEFORE…

Friday, 3:59 p.m.

I hear a swift knock and the door to my office opens, but I don’t look up from my MacBook I’m engrossed in.

“Mr Kozlov, I still can’t reach Mr Smith. He hasn’t replied to any of the emails you asked me to send to him and the calls keep going to voicemail,” Elena, my secretary said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

This bastard would provoke me even further, but I'll not act irrationally. I have a goal in mind, I have to exercise patience to teach him a lesson.

I looked up at her, “Do we have his business email? Since you can't reach him personally, you should send an email to his business email, surely it will get to him.”

On a second thought…

“I will get it done myself, give me the email address.”

She scribbles on a piece of paper and hands it to me.

“Alright, you may leave.”

Once I was done with what I was doing, I typed out a message sending an email to Smith’s business email.

I detest men like Smith, men with no dignity, and men who act like pussies.

I don't play with my business and its operations, I've been handling this since I was seventeen, and I won't allow one English bastard ruin things for me. Men like Tom Smith should be hanged by their balls for the world to see.

And if he was going to play these silly games with me, he was going to pay dearly for it.

Well enough of Smith, I have scores to settle. I pull out my phone to call Maxim’s number

It connects.

“Bring that treacherous bastard to the dungeon.”

Friday, 9:15 p.m.

I like it when they cry and beg for their lives. I don't listen though, their begging and crying only fuel me more.

I like it when they bleed, all soiled and messed up from their blood.

Red is my favourite colour, especially when it is bleeding out of someone begging for their life.

I am not a good man, I think we've already established that.

“Boss, please, please. I am very sorry. I was desperate. I won't do it again. Please spare me please, I'm begging you,” he says sniffling with snot dripping down his mouth, mixing with the blood from his broken nose and cut cheek.

Sebastian was one of my oldest guards and workers. The useless fucker had been doing business with an enemy, bypassing our weapons and cocaine for his gain and also helping the enemy supply to some of our spots.

Thankfully, another guard ratted him out. And I'd rather die than let the traitor live to see another day.

He may have been desperate, but I fucking pay my guys well and he should have come to me if he was having problems. Trust and loyalty are the codes I live by. I breathe it. Fuck. It’s the only emotion that I do feel, besides anger.

And right now I'm fucking furious.

“Sebastian, Sebastian, Sebastian.” I take a theatrical sigh as I walk around the chair he is tied to. I have only bashed him up a little with my favourite knuckle dusters and sliced out his left ear.

I stand here, looking at this pathetic piece of shit. He's been whimpering, crying for his life like a pussy, I feel a surge of adrenaline, and a surge of power. Both of which make my dick hard and desperate to give someone a good pounding.

I turned to Maxim, “Send for one of the girls tonight, I'll need it after this.”

He takes out his phone, “Should I text Anna or Katerina?” He asked as he began typing.

“Just send for Anna.”

I turn back to Sebastian, landing blows to his temple and nose repeatedly.

I don't usually stress myself about things like these, half the time, I let Maxim carry out the dirty work, but Sebastian fucked up, and I am going to beat the shit out of the pathetic fucker.

“I am so sorry boss, please spare me please, I regret my actions,” he said in a raspy voice, coughing out blood and spit.

“I think we are past that, Sebastian. Do you think an apology is getting you out of this? You knew the consequences when you decided it was a good idea to betray and steal from me, shit, you've even witnessed it when it happened to others I've brought into this very room. Don't think you’re any different.”

Ding!

Taking my phone out of my pocket with my blood-free hand, I unlocked it.

An email from Tom Smith. The bastard finally replied.

“Max, finish off the bastard and come to my office. Smith finally replied, " I need to set my plan in motion.”

He nods. I trust him to carry out this smoothly, including disposing off Sebastian’s lifeless body.

AN HOUR BEFORE THE KIDNAPPING.

Sunday 8:07. White Rabbit Restaurant.

I stared back at the wide hazel eyes staring at me from the seat across me. What I didn't expect when I left my office this evening to meet with Tom Smith, was a nervous strawberry-blonde… teenager? Woman? Who gives a fuck? I'm fucking pissed.

Tom Smith must have a death wish. How dare he insult me, sending his daughter. He underestimates me. I haven't sent my guys to finish him off yet and that's because I have a bigger goal. Killing him alone won't satisfy me.

I stood up and left. My bodyguards are right behind me.

Once seated in my rolls-royce ghost. An idea popped into my head.

“Call Maxim, tell him plans have changed. He should get a van and some men, he has to abduct Smith’s brat. And you, you're to stay behind till Maxim gets here, make sure she doesn't leave. I want a clean job, you hear me?” I say to one of my bodyguards, Igor.

“Da, nachal'nik,” he says, getting out of the car.

[Yes, boss]

THE PRESENT…

“Come in,” I said as the sound of a rapid knock on my bedroom door woke me up.

Max walks in.

“Ivan, we have Smith’s daughter at the moment. I'm waiting for your next instruction,” he said, pinning me with a weird look on his face.

I get it though, this wasn't part of our plan but Smith hadn't shown up, he'd sent his daughter and I saw that as an opportunity.

“Alright, take her to the holding cell where we keep other prisoners. Don't do anything else, just keep her alive. I'll need to go to Sweden for at least two weeks, that will be one of my alibis if the Feds come looking, I need to get Smith to cooperate without any issues.”

“Alright, Ivan,” he said, giving me an unsatisfied look.

“Spit it out, Max,” I said impatiently.

“Well, you're yet to tell me what you plan to do with her and how we can use her to do what we want?”

“Just leave that to me.”