47. Valentin

FORTY-SEVEN

Valentin

E very mile I get further away from Dani and Viktor, my body aches wanting to go back. They're safe, Misha is inside guarding them and he's usually under the Pakhan, so I know they're safe. But without them in my sights my mind plays tricks on me.There's no guarantee for their safety, not with anyone alive who could harm them and that's the only thing keeping me moving because once I stop, I will sink.

Tali pulls his ski mask over his face as I take the turn before the Satan's Rejects new compound. Fuck covering my identity, I want the fuckers to know who I am and why the fuck they're dying. Dima is mourning his husband and I leave my phone in the car to stop Katya and Ana's messages from distracting me. The psychos are full of rage and arguments not understanding you can't change shit.

It's late afternoon but the lazy fucks have been celebrating and are all passed out around the space. Fucking pricks. Drinking and fucking when my woman and kid were being tortured. I'm not as violent with my vengeance as the others and they both look disappointed as I pass them the syringes to ensure they stay knocked out. Going through their shitty clubhouse, I check each of the fuckers for a presidents patch as I carelessly jam the needle into their necks. After months of our outsourced pharmacist practicing on the people we send her way,the dose is potent enough to keep them under straight away. I'll have to get Alia to make a couple of hundred more vials so I can get rid of every fucker who can cause my family harm.

None of them have a presidents patch and each leather vest has a name without a role. Fucking great, I'm stuck with the useless cunts who aren't even important. There's no paperwork or information to their other properties and I don't need the fight. I need them to burn like I did. They won't be any use on knowing where the fuck my brother is if they're not important enough to be named.

The idea has a smile lifting my lips and I extend my voice seeing that they've all been injected.

"Pile all their shit in the middle."

Dima doesn't move, his eyes are fixed on me like he's trying to work out what I'm going to do. I don't need to explain shit to anyone and fate smiles down at me as I pull open a drawer to find a bag of zip ties and a roll of chains. The cunts left marks on my family's skin, it's karmic that they'll have the same.

Moving their unconscious weight to the middle of the room, I force the image of Dani and Viktor's bound limbs away. Tali steps back with his brows together not understanding what I'm doing as I loop each of their arms together before binding each person's wrists in the same way they did to my wife and son. Doing the same with their legs until all nine of them are linked unable to escape. I weave the rope around their necks making sure they can't get free. They all got each other involved and now they'll fucking kill each other in a panic.

Dima's gruff reminder breaks the silence while I search for an accelerant.

"You have twenty minutes before they wake up."

I want them awake, it's no fun otherwise. They've drank the place dry, so I move further through the hallway and grab the piss and cum stained mattresses and place them at the edges of the room. Going through each draw in search of an accelerant, I find large gallon bottles of rubbing alcohol and that adds to the border as I soak each mattress and create a ring.

Excitement adds to my anger as I find different aerosols, deodorants and hairsprays will make the image so much fucking better. Dotting them randomly around the room the first fucker starts to rouse, and I stand in front of them with a wide smile.

"Nice of you to join us, you're just in time for the fireworks."

He struggles against the bindings and chokes himself, the dumb fuck.

I control myself enough to confirm what I already know as I ask, "Where is my brother?"

The leather clad twat has bloodshot eyes, he's still high and he can't control his jaw. It swings as he attempts to speak and beg for his life.

"I-I do-do-don't know yo-your bro-broth-brother."

Inconsiderate prick, his drug use is forcing me to spend more time here than I need to.

"And where is your little leader?"

He shakes his head refusing to answer my question or becoming incapable.

There's one bottle of rubbing alcohol left and I mark a path to the main showcase ensuring I soak each of their right legs. Dani's entire thigh is covered in bruises, the left side of Viktor's face is swollen so I go back around the circle getting their cheeks and hair as they wake with shouts and screams while spitting out the alcohol running down their faces.

Dima and Tali have finally worked out what I'm doing and open the doors wide before stepping out. Spit hits my leg and the soon to be entertainment doesn't have any sense of awareness.

"We'll take them again, you cunt."

Leaning down, I grab the pricks face and take out my knife. Pure joy fills me as he screams, and I carve the same mark they put on my son in his face. It's deeper than Viktor's and the rubbing alcohol is soaking through the cut.

Cutting a strip out of his t-shirt I soak it in the liquid and stuff the rag into an empty bottle before stepping into safety. Smoking is a bad habit, one I quit before I really started. But I always keep a pack with me, I never knew why, and I make use of them now. Dima laughs and holds out a lighter setting the tip of the rag aflame. Using it to spark up, everything goes silent, and I let it slowly roll out of my hand hitting the trail I made.

Nine people struggling and screaming for their lives should be louder than the crackling. It's not, fucking disappointing. Tali grabs my arm pulling me back as the flames engulf the room and the screams get louder. Finally.

It's cathartic to watch a physical representation of how I feel come to life. Every fucking second I spent not knowing if my woman and son were safe was worse than the heat of that flame. Their screams are nothing compared to my own internal ones.

"It fucking stinks," Tali's muffled voice gets my attention, and he has his nose buried in the crook of his elbow.

The smell of burning flesh hits me but the screams don't stop. Dima has his t-shirt covering his nose. It's sweet and putrid, thickening the air to such an extent I can almost taste it. My smile is slow as Tali's disgust comes out.

"You're a sick fuck, I always thought you were the sensitive brother and that's why you had tantrums."

I was until they touched my family.

I fought because it was fun. Everything in life was about my enjoyment. If I lost I didn't give a fuck, I'd throw fights just to antagonize other people. But they fucked up and went after the only things I care about. No one touches my wife or my kid.