Julian

M y chest heaves as the adrenaline courses through me at a rapid pace. The skull mask on my face is drenched in the blood of my enemies. It's been hours since we arrived at the warehouse, time tends to blend together when I'm in the mood for blood. The Columbians hanging on the ceiling would agree, if they could talk or if they were alive for that matter. Slowly I drag the mask off my face and place it down on the table along with the deadly weapon I still hold in my hands next to my entire knife collection. I take out my phone, sending a quick message to our cleaner so he knows to come right away and get rid of the bodies and to clean the mess that was made all over.

Leaning against the stainless steel table, I take a moment to calm my beating heart. Its beats are similar to the way it picks up speed whenever I'm close to her , it infuriates me that she can make my heart thump against my chest so rapidly it's as if I had just gone on a killing spree. The moment we arrived, Marcelo silently disappeared, leaving me alone to carry out the torture. He normally allows me the time to get lost in the bloodlust that I crave while he works on the business before he joins me for the grande finalé, only this time he never came back. Putting my phone back in my pocket, I push off the table and grab the rag on the end, wiping my hands carefully of the blood that is still stained on my fingers. Walking towards the door, I look back at my art and the way red is smeared all over the floor, the bodies swing in small circular motions from the ceiling. I smile at the memories of their screams, they didn't give me any information after hours of pain, which was expected since they appeared to be lower level thugs but a Columbian is a Columbian and I had to get out some of my aggression some way.

With a click of the door, I head down the hall towards the office where Marcelo should be hiding. I can hear his muffled voice as he yells in Spanish at someone over the phone. I should knock on the door in case it's a personal call but I don't really care to interrupt a call that shouldn't have been placed when he should have joined me on our brotherly bonding. I stride right in, straight to the chair across from his desk and make myself comfortable while he stares like he wants to slaughter me where I sit. I'm not sure what the fuck his problem is, but I smile as he hangs up.

"How's the search for Eduardo?" Marcelo scoffs, like he knew it would piss me off for him to hit me where it hurts. I'm surprised he isn't more obsessed in finding the fuckers.

"Fuck you," I hiss. "Why didn't you join me? You missed out on all the fun, hermano." I rub at my chest as if I were wounded.

"I had business to attend to. Did they tell you anything of value?" He grabs a bottle of whiskey and a couple glasses from inside his drawer. I watch as he pours the amber liquid in both, handing one over to me.

"Salud," we say in unison as we swallow the contents. I'm not sure what business he was dealing with; normally, he wouldn't hide something like this from me but it takes everything in me from asking details.

"They knew nothing, just a bunch of low level thugs thinking they're hot shit. Ry is looking for them, I know he'll find them eventually. It's a matter of time. They won't get away with what they did."

"I still don't get why you're taking this so personally. They didn't touch Catalina, and yet you're out for blood." He pours another glass, and just wraps his hand around the glasses watching as the liquid swishes around.

"It's the principle, they kidnapped OUR sister and forced themselves on HER best friend in front of her. Catalina may not have gone into details, but I know that she was there and with the way Sierra walked out of that building I know they raped her." I seethe, allowing the anger coursing through me submerge to the surface for a moment before I catch myself. "I'm doing this for Catalina." I grit out, forcing myself to calm my breathing.

He shrugs, like he doesn't believe a word I said. And they call me the heartless one? Fuck. She's making me do shit I wouldn't normally, I would never have cared as much if it was anyone else. Fucking bruja. How is she doing this to me? It's been like this since the moment I first met her.

I recall the day as if it happened yesterday. Sierra was on the mat at Serpents when I arrived with Catalina for her first session. She was using every bit of muscle flinging jabs and uppercuts to Coach, the way she moved with such ease as she fought him caught my attention. The way her blonde hair flung around as she moved made me want to grab hold of the ponytail and pull her towards me. Fuck. I can still picture the sweat beading down her neck and down between those perky tits, the way I strained in my pants at her the moment I saw her, and then she opened her mouth, and as much I wanted to keep hearing her voice all I wanted to do was shove my cock between those luscious pink full lips to shut her up or fucking hunt her down until all she could do was beg for me to take her.

The moment I felt the need for her, I knew she would cause chaos in my life. I had told Catalina to stay away and yet, she didn't listen, causing every encounter I've had with that little witch one that causes anger and fury to flow through me. I don't even understand why.

"Hermano, I think you need rest. You're practically fuming right now." He raises an eyebrow as his sarcasm bleeds through his words.

"Fuck. Off. I'm going to go hunting tonight," I declare, standing from my seat with a smack on the arm rest.

"Just be careful. Cuidate, hermano," he murmurs under his breath, as he swallows the contents of the whiskey he had been swirling around in the glass. I nod, and walk out the doors, making my way to my driver that's sitting in the car waiting for me to close the distance.

I pull out my phone, calling the only person that would help me satisfy the urge to slaughter a person. Getting inside the car, I get comfortable as I wait for Ry to answer.

"," he answers with a chuckle.

"Graceful as always, Ry. I want to go hunting tonight, any suggestions on where to go?" I question, keeping it as vague as possible. Not that it matters, who is going to stop me from killing or torturing people. The clacking of the keyboard is the only sound for minutes, he chuckles before speaking once more, "Yeah, actually. I'll send you the coordinates. Need anything else?"

"Nope," I say with a smile, popping the P to make my point. "Well, did you find anything out yet?" I know he's probably annoyed at my consistency when it comes to Eduardo and Ricardo, but I really am desperate to kill the fuckers before I eliminate the whole country just on principle.

He sighs, no doubt rolling his eyes at my question with an annoyance I can feel radiating through the phone.

"Actually, I'll send you what I dug out. They were seen in Russia, I think they're using their ties with the Russians to help them stay hidden." Well, I didn't see that coming. Motherfucking cowards. I groan into the phone, maybe a little too loudly into Ry's ear. He curses under his breath as I smile, knowing it was too loud for his liking.

"Well, how would we get to them in Russia then?" I say, mostly thinking to myself. I can still hear the tapping of Ry's keyboard as he works on getting the information over to me. My phone buzzes a few times with everything I need for tonight, and then the information for the Columbians. I tap on my chin, trying to think of a way to get them out of Russia. There is no way I would be able to go, I'd be killed on the spot and it's not like I can bring an army with me.

"No suggestions?"

"You'd have to get him out of Russia. We could try to lure them out in some way," Ry suggests. I nod, because I already figured that, the real question is how we're going to do it.

"Well, think of a way to do that. I have to plan how I'm going to kill this fucker. I'm craving a little chaos right now." I hang up the phone and tap on my leg anxiously waiting to get home to research the files Ry sent.

I am looking forward to hunting down this fucker, and making him bleed to distract me of the blood I truly want to shed and my little mu?eca's ass in those leggings she had on earlier.

Fuck, maybe I need to fuck someone after this hunt.

It'll help get this witch out of my system.