Hello dearl all, so as the status said, today I am updating this story and we have another rather long chapter and I guess you know what's in there.

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ROMAN POV

He paused a moment and then his eyes became harder.

“I know the like of you and what sort of life you conduce. If you really love my son, as you say, you should leave. Now.”

I wasn’t surprised to hear such words and it would actually surprise me more if a man like him were to accept this situation like nothing, just giving us his blessing. That to be honest would be rather fishy and suspicious. They way he eyed us in the kitchen made clear he understood he had interrupted us in the middle of something and he was clearly in confusion not able to grasp what was between Enna and me, and of course he wanted an explanation, but that was to come from Enna himself, as it would only be fair in that way.

I straightened up and stared at him with equal hard and meaningful eyes, making final and clear I was not withdrawing and going back. That would be impossible, as the way Enna reacted last night when for a brief moment he thought I was gone was still fresh in my mind. He looked desperate and I too well knew how he felt, because it’d be the same for me. No, it was actually the same I experienced when I tried to stay away from him in these past two weeks, trying to convince myself it was the only right decision.

Yes, it was selfish what I was doing, but I was not that careless; I made another promise to myself and to Enna, too, only he didn’t know it yet.

“I understand your worry and I do respect it, because it is normal to think like that. I am what I am and I cannot change it.” Enna’s father kept silent a moment and then placed the towel over the sink, never moving his eyes from me. I smirked and then suddenly became completely serious. “But I will not leave. I will only if Enna says so.”

His jaws clenched and tightened in a hard line and I could tell what was going on in his mind and yes, it was understandable, but nothing and nobody could take Enna away from me. Only if things would take a certain turn, well, then I would leave my angel to avoid him any involvement and complication, but only then. Not now.

“I knew it.” He said exhaling. “You are the reason my son looked like a wrecked ghost last week, isn’t it? He bloody scared me, if you want to know, and I can tell you know what I’m talking about, so why didn’t you leave when you had the chance? Why did you involve someone like my son with a man like you?”

“I believe Enna should explain you that, not me. I can tell you that I did try to stay away and I do know this is dangerous, but he will not be involved, you have my word. I love Enna and he is my angel; it is correct what you say: why did I start it? Because I could not resist him. Do you believe in soul mate, Eamon?”

He assessed me with another severe and dark glare, saying nothing, but thinking about my worlds.

“What has that to do with you?”

“You know, I have no God, no religion, no family...I have nothing. But when I met Enna, when our eyes met, yes, it was like to be in front of an angel.” I took a step and stopped right in front of him. “I say it again. I will not leave, but I will make sure Enna is safe and not involved.”

“Does he know everything?” He asked staring straight at me.

“Yes, Enna knows everything. Well, he knows everything is safe for him to know, like my past, what I do and who I am, but not because I am here in Ireland. I will not involve him or his family.”

“That is what worries me. I don’t want my little kid involved in your bloody world and business, he is not that kind of person and his life must stay quiet and clean, you get me? You should pack your bollocks and leave him alone, as you should do it now, if you truly love my son.”

He was right and there was nothing I could say to counter debate his words; he had all the rights to speak in that way and I appreciated the fact he did it clearly and straightforwardly. 

“You are right and I know I should not be here, but I love him and I cannot leave him and I promised Enna not to leave. But I give you my word to let him out of everything and when this business is finished, I will leave my organization and clean my past.” Which meant creating a new identity and removing all the past evidences that linked me to that world and life. “You can think I am arrogant and selfish, but Enna loves me too and understands the situation.”

He stared me in silent and no doubt he was weighting my words and assessing all possibilities and what he saw tonight, what Enna said to him.

“I saw my son last week and he looked broken and I know it had to do with you. I don’t know the details and for now I can live without knowing all of it, because this time I can tell he is not blinded by anything. This evening, here with you, Enna was another person. And I saw the way you look at him, as if looking at something very precious and fragile, something to protect and love. You know, I don’t judge you for some things you sure did, like killing people, because that would be hypocrite of me; when I was on missions, it happened to me as well and unfortunately during one of them, we killed innocents and of course we took no direct blame, as when you are at war it’s an eventuality to count in, no matter how well you plan the operation.” He took a deep breath and exhaled, massaging his temples. This man here was really a man that deserved respect. “You know, I saw great men turning into beasts, doing things that had me waking in the middle of night almost screaming just at the memory of that, so you see what I’m talking about? But here it’s about my son and you just did not kill someone, as I don’t need to ask to confirm it; you probably deal with all the sort of shit out there. Prostitution, drug dealing, extortion, corruption and God knows what else.”

I said nothing, as he did not need to know what my boss’s organization dealt with; what he named was part of it, even if drug was not a big part, because boss Boris never liked it, as it always created huge pain in the ass. The organization had its hands on huge and lucrative business, companies, rents and yes it corrupted many spheres of the public sector, to gain the right place and influence. It was not just selling out a few kilos of heroin and hashish.

No...it was so much more and that was the reason I thought it was so strange for those Chechens to attack that openly and blatantly our boss. I could not let go of this feeling that something was slipping from my fingers. But what could that be?

My eyes ranked Eamon’s face and I just made clear of one point.

“I do not deal with prostitution and drugs.” I stated.

“I see.” Another silent look passed between us and then he spoke. “Are you serious about leaving your world? How can you guarantee you will not involve my son? Because it’s not that easy and what if the police will go after you?” I had already thought about that and I already came to answer. “See, this is why you should leave.”

“Dad, stop it.”

My breathing halted for an instant and the two of us froze on the spot, not expecting Enna to be here; Eamon sighed rather tired and glanced at his son. I turned around and saw my angel at the door, looking at us with an expression that had me feel pain inside; his face was pale and tense and his eyes completely wide in bewilderment and fear.

“Enna, listen just a moment...” He tried to say, but my love shook his head and bit his lower lip too harshly, his entire feature shivering, so I moved to him and cupped his face.

“All is good, yes? Do not worry.” He shook again his head and grabbed my hands with such strength that surprised me.

“No, don’t get me the all is fine.” His beautiful eyes stopped on mine and they held so much in them. He slipped his fingers in my hair and grabbed it with the same intensity. “I don’t want you to leave, please Roman, you promised, remember? You promised me.”

I caught sight of his father with the corner of my eye and it was clear he was rather taken aback from this; he was trying to understand what was going on and what was between us, but it was not something easy to comprehend, unless you had experienced it yourself. It was not just love what we had; Enna and I shared everything. I let my hands travel to his to untangle and bring them down, to relax a moment.

“Yes, I promised you and I am with you.” His fingers and nails dug into my palms and he just stared a moment not saying a word, barely breathing, but after a moment he nodded and smiled and that smile had me lost in him. Then he shifted his glance on his father and held an expression that a mix of understanding and fierce determination.

“Dad, I understand you and thank you for looking after me this much, but please, try to see things under a different light. I was in the kitchen and I wondered what took you so long to find just a towel and wash your hands, and I then realize it was an excuse. You can be terrible sometimes.” He smiled and so did his father. “I cannot stay without Roman, as he is part of me and I know what you are thinking right now; that it is completely irrational and that he works for such organization and all, but he told me everything he could and let me decide about it, about us. I decided to be with Roman, because I love him and in these past weeks that he was gone and I thought I’d never see him again, it was like going insane; it was like hell. Please dad, try to understand, I cannot stay without him...”

His father said nothing, simply looked at his son with an expression of tender love. It was clear he was really attached to his children and so it had been good to be honest and open with such man.

“So that was the reason last week you looked so broken?” Enna nodded. “Did Roman try to stay away from you and so you thought he was gone?” He nodded again. Eamon sighed out and massaged his forehead with the tip of his fingers. “If you would have let me explain before, without interrupting, you would know I said “should” and not “must”, and you well know there is a difference in there.”

I looked at him trying to study his face and he quickly flashed his eyes on me and smirked. He had been testing me, now I see. As I said, Eamon O’Kelley was a man deserving great respect.

“What do you mean dad, I do not understand and all of this is getting me tired.”

“I told Roman he should leave, not that he must leave, and I believe everyone would say that, you too son if you were in my shoes. He agreed with me on that.” At those words Enna stiffened and clenched my arm eyeing me with blazing eyes. “Roman understood my worry and concern, but you can relax Enna, as he clearly said he is not going to leave. But you gave me your word not to involve him in anything and I am still waiting for one answer.”

Yes, that was correct.

I had not answered one question yet and it was fair for Enna to hear it too.

“You have my word that if the police will be involved, if I think that things will go bad and police might be at my neck, I will leave Enna for good.” My stare left no doubt about the firmness and finality of my words and after a moment of silence he nodded, but my angel sure did not take it well.

“What? What are you talking about Roman? Please no, don’t you even think about that, don’t...no, no, no, you cannot leave me, I need to know if you are well or not, I need to be with you and you cannot leave me, you promised me, Roman, you promised me.” In a very fast move he took my face in his hands and stared at my eyes intently, digging his fingers in my skin. “Roman..”

“Enna, if anything goes wrong I cannot stay with you and you know it. I cannot let anything happen to you; you must stay clean and out of everything, please my angel, you know I am right.” It cost me such pain to say those words, because the mere idea of being separated from him had me feel like being torn in pieces, like being tortured for endless time, but nonetheless it was necessary and I hoped he would understand it.

He shook his head.

“I’ll be waiting for you, Roman, no matter what, because you will return to me, as you promised and I know it. Nothing will go wrong and you will be mine and only mine.” I smiled at his words, because they felt so real, as if they held the absolute truth. He believed in that and he knew I would do anything to be with him. And he was right.

“I am already yours, my angel. You know it and yes, you are right. Just please, understand what I said before, yes?”

A mute and charged look went between us and his deep breathing was the only sound I could hear in the room; his eyes searching inside mine, touching my soul, touching my heart. He pulled my face closer and our foreheads touched; his eyes closed a moment and when they re-opened the determination in them was breathtaking.

“I understand it and I love you even more for this...but Roman..”

“I know, my angel, as you wish.” He didn’t need to complete his sentence, as of course I knew what he wanted to say.

His father moved to us and placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, making Enna almost jump for the surprise.

“Give this man a break, son. It seems pretty clear to me that he would trade his soul with the devil to be with you, so relax now.” Then he turned looking at me. “I appreciate your words and I will remember them, as you will keep your word. I can see how separating you two is not the solution and as I said, I don’t judge a book by its cover, but mark my words, Roman. The smallest mistake and you know the consequences. My son must stay out of everything and you will need to clear your past.”

“As I said before, you have my word, Eamon.”

“Good, Roman. Now, I won’t say a word to a soul about this and you better play it cool with Ciara, because we both know how she is, but don’t worry, you have me by your side and it seems you might need it. Just one last question, why are you here?”

I could give the same answer I gave to Enna, but nothing more.

“Some problems in the organization and with the territory.” He simply nodded and no doubts he had grasped more than that.

“Fine, no need to know more.”

Enna finally relaxed and leaned on me, resting his face on my chest and lacing his arms around my back. I softly caressed his hair and feeling a stare on me I tilted my head up and crossed Eamon’s eyes. He nodded and smiled.

“Son, didn’t you promise us a good dinner?”

My angel gasped and straightened up at once.

“Oh dear me, I forgot the pan on the stove.” He darted out of the bathroom and I chuckled, going to follow him, but his father stopped me.

“You met that bastard, right?” I nodded, trying to repress what came over me thinking about that piece of shit, but he caught it. “Keep an eye on him and if anything happens, don’t worry about any sort of complication. I know you’ll keep your promise made to my son, but I don’t know, that bastard has something rotten inside and God help me understand why we cannot have him in prison.”

“I will keep Enna safe.” I only said and we both understood each other.

I went to take a step, but he grabbed my forearm and my eyes shot at his in a hard stare. So there was more to come and I knew what that was.

“One last thing. I don’t want to upset my son and distress him, because believe me, last week he scared the hell out of me, as he never looked in that way. He’s an adult and knows what to do and he’s free to choose, plus I’ve never being that sort of father that controls kids and tells them what to do all the time. But I do love them and I do protect them.”

He planted his dark blue eyes on me and the grip strengthened, but it’s not like I felt anything particular and he noticed that.

“Your point?” I asked, because Enna was waiting for us and I wanted to be at his side, as I had this feeling right at the back of my neck telling me to now spend as much time as possible with my angel, because... “Enna waits for us.”

He nodded and then talked.

“I still think you shouldn’t have involved Enna with a man like you, a man having such life and background. I still think you should leave and do it soon, before he gets really attached to you.” Really attached to me? What he meant? Enna and I belonged together. It had long passed the mere stage of attachment; if was just so, I wouldn’t have come back at all, mark my words, but I knew what we felt and the bond we had was something that surpassed plain feelings and even a man like me could tell it. “I know what you are thinking right now and yes, that’s correct. Enna really loves you, but it doesn’t mean you have my blessing. I think you should leave him and with time he’ll forget.”

“I respect it, but you have my answer.” I simply said, fixing my stare on his face and making clear it was final.

He sighed and let go of my arm.

“Yes, I can tell. Well, take care of him and be careful. The smallest mistake and you’re done.” He warned none too subtle.

“Enna is my life; I do not think you got that good enough. I do not care about me or my life, but now I know it belongs to him and things are different.” This man here had to understand what the deal was. I wasn’t going to leave Enna, no matter what. Only if shit got too deep, then there was no choice. But my angel would wait for me, no matter what and how long it might take, and the simple idea of that gave me a complete new prospect over matters. It gave me something to keep me anchored to life.

I am not sure it was good or bad for a man like me in my position, because weren’t hope and attachment to life dangerous? Would they cloud my judgment and have me act impulsively?

No, they would not.

Nothing of me was going to change, expect now I had a real reason to live for.

“I wish you wouldn’t be involved in such business, Roman, because you are man that apparently deserves respect, but not going to give it to you yet.”

“Good, otherwise it would be strange.” I answered and he cracked a smirk.

“Let’s go or he’ll chide me and chew my head out for this. You have no idea, but he can be really bossy and sorry lad, but he totally got you.”

“I do not mind it.”

He simply smiled and we both joined Enna in the kitchen, now busy over something on the stove and turning his head to us and smiling at me in that way only he was capable of. It felt as if the world stopped at such smile, and for sure my world stopped.

And what I said before was true, for my angel could do as he pleased with me. I was content to be in his hands, as he was in my hands, but not in a possessive and controlling way of speaking. I wanted to take care of him, protect him, love him, be his lover and partner...be at his side and share a life with my angel.

That is what I meant for having him in my hands.

That and the sexual side of it, because Enna was no angel in bed and when I held him, it was like fusing with him and the way he reacted in my hands, at my touch, at my holding him was something to tear apart any form of control, rationality and sanity.

He was able to seduce me with a simple glance or playful smile.

Or he could pull me toward him and have me his prisoner with such sweet expression.

“Do you need help, my angel?” He shook his head and tiptoed to kiss the tip of my nose and my hands automatically moved at his sides, pulling him closer, not caring his father was there too and shaking his head while muttering something.

There was that sensation at the back of my neck and it enhanced my need of being with my angel, to have him in my arms.

“But you can stay here with me and try the sauce, so you can tell me if you like it.” He winked and turned around going to seize a spoon, for then twirling gracefully around in my arms and bringing the spoon to my lips. “How is it?”

I took a bite of it and must admit it tasted extremely good. Enna was very talented at cooking and it was the way he moved around the kitchen, the passion he poured into the cooking that made it different. No five stars restaurant could be compared to this.

“Very good, I like it.” I caged him in my arms and breathed deep and long. He looked so beautiful and those red and glossy lips, now smiling tenderly at me, were just asking me to bite them, but I refrained from it and simply gave them a soft peck.

We both heard someone loudly clearing his throat and I chuckled at seeing my angel slightly blushing, as if he had forgotten his father was there. My hands reluctantly let go of him, only to give him some space. I did not want to cause Enna some uneasiness, even though he seemed more relaxed now.

“Do not mind me; just do your stuff as if your father was not in the same room looking at you. Is it possible to taste that too, or the privilege is only for Roman?”

“Sorry dad, but you know how I cook, while Roman is not used to and wanted to make sure he liked it.”

“Oh please son, the lad here would like anything cooked from you.” He scoffed and sat down massaging his temples. “So, is it good and are we going to have dinner any time soon? I am honestly hungry. Do you have beers in the fridge?”

“You know I do not drink beer dad. It’s unhealthy and you should not drink it either. It makes you fat.”

“Are you calling me fat?” Enna’s father asked with what probably was a playful outraged expression. “Because I am bloody damn fit for a man of my age.”

Enna rolled his eyes and sighed. It was strange for me to witness to such exchange, which was probably something normal, I suppose, but at the same time completely new to me.

“I know that perfectly and no I’m not calling you fat. You can see it yourself and don’t be so childish dad. I am just saying beer is not good, simple as that.”

“Honestly, are you really my son and mostly, are you really Irish? I have doubts sometimes, you know? Every normal Irish lad enjoys a good pint of beer while having a pleasant chat. But let’s leave it; what have you got aside tea and water?”

“Maybe a bottle of wine Cillian brought over last week, not sure it still tastes good though.”

So that Cillian man came over another time.

“How is your friend doing? I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“Now, have you? He did not call you last week? Or maybe this week?” Enna planted his hands on his hip and stared at his father with crooked brows and piercing eyes.

“He was just worried, you know how he is.”

“Oh I know that too well and for your information, Cillian is very well and came to the salon today, just to annoy me.” Those words somehow ticked me off.

Was that a normal behaviour for someone that was only a friend? To me it seemed slightly too territorial.

“What do you mean?” I automatically asked, hearing my voice sounding with a subtle hard note. Enna picked it up immediately and shook his head smiling.

“Do not worry, Roman. Not in any bad or serious way. Cillian is just very protective of me, because he thinks his being older makes him like a big brother and his short temper sure does not help in the matter, so sometimes he and Priya do really know how to give me headaches. But he’s my best friend and I know he honestly cares about me.” He chuckled softly and with the corner of my eye I caught Eamon’s expression.

I said nothing and simply nodded, taking a strand of his hair in my hand. Yes, I could tell that Cillian man cared for my angel, but my question was till what point he cared for him. However, I kept the question only for myself, as maybe it was simple jealousy that had me think so. Or maybe not, as my instinct replied back. For two adult men with independent work and life this caring and show of affection and protection seemed to step over the border of simply friendship, but I sure was not expert in that; it was just my usual habit of analyzing people’s behaviour, nothing much. And the way he hugged my angel and went around him in just a week suggested me so.

Enna went back to cooking dinner and he was now checking the pasta and offered me a try, to test whether the spaghetti was ready or not. All of this was so inebriating and I felt as if stepping out of the real world; for a brief and deceiving moment I felt in a quiet and isolated place that belonged only to Enna and me.

But there were a couple of feelings and doubts I could not shake away and that kept taunting the back of my head. Yes, I had to spend as much as possible with my angel, now that I could.

EXTERNAL POV: -KIEV UKRAINE, SAME DAY-

The man had been held prisoners for a few days and he forgot when that happened; people he knew too well had dragged him away from his place and tied him on a chair in a smelly and dark room. After a couple of days they had come back and hit him several times trying to pull information out of him, but he was not going to utter a word.

First, he knew they would kill him anyway, so why give them the satisfaction? They were traitors and sure they were not planning on letting him alive and going around as a time bomb, knowing threatening not always paid off. Second, he was too afraid of Roman with the stars to dare speaking a single word. If this entire madness blew out of proportion and shit hit the fan, there would be real painful consequences and he rather face those cheap traitors here than a man like that Roman in his vengeful state.

Now, that was really scary, for that man was no man, but demon, and he wouldn’t stop to simply torture you making you wish to be death. No, he would probably erase your entire family, given he was the only one knowing about his illegitimate son he passed money to every month. That man, Roman with the stars, knew the weakest points of everybody and damn sure knew many ways of making people regret for their wrong behaviours. That was what made him a damn scary and professional thug.

He didn’t gain the stars just out of luck; that man, that demon, deserved them entirely.

So the man took the beating, the starving and the threatening without saying a word and anyway, they asked him about stuff he had no idea about. Who knew where Roman was now? He had no idea and he didn’t want to know. The only answer he had, but that wasn’t going to give, was his fake identity.

Igor stayed tied on that chair for several days and right now there was not much left for him. A couple of men came back and after them another one stepped into that stinky jail. Ruslan. Damn disgusting traitor, Igor probably thought, if still capable of thinking.

“So, if you tell us what we want to know, your life is safe and you have my word.” He said bending over the beaten and wrecked figure and fisting his hair to lift his head. “You heard me?”

The figure simply groaned something, but didn’t actually emit intelligible sound or words, and so Ruslan shoved the head back and spat on his face.

“What a waste. You were such an amazing forger and you could have been so rich with us, but you are just a pathetic little fucker. You know what? I already got what I needed; I know where that bastard is.”

Igor said nothing because he didn’t feel anymore his body and sure had no energies left to say or do anything. He simply let his head go back like a puppet having lost the strand attached to his head.

“What should we do with him?” Another man asked.

“Kill him and throw his body in the river, but first make sure to cut his first phalanges away and then..actually no. That would be too revealing, making it clear it was from us. Just throw the body in the water and make sure it’ll drown completely down, understood?”

“Yes.”

“No fucking mistakes, or else the next body drowning down will be yours.”

The two minions simply nodded and went to the almost lifeless figure of the forger and, after untying him, they let it fall on the ground.

“Make it fast.” He ordered and one of his underlings pulled his gun out and shot at Igor’s head.

And so he was gone and dead.

And soon he would be rotting at the water of the Dnieper River, as food for fish.

Ruslan spared him another look and then smirked. In the office they hadn’t found much, as this piece of shit here probably kept everything in that damn laptop that nobody had been able to hack. However, the fact Igor kept so quiet was only because he was hiding something and sure as hell he was dead scared of that bastard and that meant only one damn thing. Roman wasn’t in Kazakhstan like they pretended to, but probably was sniffing around where it was better for him to mind his own fucking business.

But Ruslan was going to take care of that and he’ll find the way and the right man for him and for cracking that damn computer, as they had new resources and he was glad he decided to follow that plan. Ruslan deserved the stars and not that son of a bitch. He was going to enjoy taking him and the boss down, and then taking the position he was supposed to have.

He went back to the forger’s office and found there other two of his men literally making a mess to see if they could find something else.

“Did you search the place like I ordered?” The man asked his two underlings and they nodded; one was making a revolution of the place and searching everywhere, while the other sat at the computer trying to read the files inside a USB key, just shaking his head probably reading useless stuff.

“Yes, we did and found nothing. There is a USB key, but nothing much inside. And another one is blocked and we have no idea how to crack it.”

“We’ll find the right person to crack that damn computer and keys and we’ll get whatever we need.”

“Boss, just a moment, there is a name here and we know this man.” The one at computer said, reading the name aloud. “Sergei Balanov.”

“What about him?” Ruslan asked, thinking that the man had left the organization time ago and better in that way, since he was just a pain in the ass.

“He got a new identity.”

“That I know, since he left our organization. It’s useless to us, leave it and search something else.”

He knew the forger was keeping his mouth shut about Roman because he feared him and that meant that bastard had a new fake identity and was probably in Ireland. Otherwise why keeping his mouth shut and taking all the beating? The man had sniffed the betrayal and felt better to keep that rat’s back, in case something went wrong, but too bad for him. Things weren’t going to fuck up. Ruslan knew Roman visited the man, he just damn knew it, because even with the excuse of Kazakhstan the son of a bitch needed another fake identity, and so hoped to find out something. But Roman wouldn’t say a word to anyone, except the boss and that other fucker, Anton.

Right...Anton. He smirked and took a long breath. He was going to take him down when the first chance came. Taking the boss down now was too risky, as he was still useful in that position. At least, for now.

Ruslan went to leave the place, but then stopped and thought about something.

Didn’t a man once say something about that Sergei living in some small European country? Right, he was sure of it.

“Wait a moment. Can you find something related to Balanov?” He asked his man, having him looking for more info.

“I’m opening his file right now.” He shook his head. “Nothing, this one here kept no real proves.” Ruslan snorted and cursed under his breath. “Wait, there is a weird request.”

“What do you mean?”

“Igor only forged passports, right?”

“No, he forged also ID and other shit like that, why?”

“Because here I see written visa for Ireland.”

“Visa for Ireland?” He asked.

“Yes.”

Ireland? Now, this was really damn interesting.

The sadistic and vicious smirk on Ruslan’s face grew to resemble a dark and stained sickle and let out a freezing laugh.

“Now, this is indeed a good piece of information. I’m pretty sure that son of a slut is there fucking around and now we have the way to probably find out something. Sergei used to be a good source of information, good at finding that shit, and he was a rat, one of the worse rat ever. So maybe... yeah, maybe yes.” He pulled his cell phone out and dialled a number.

“It’s me. We probably got something, but I need a good man to send after that bastard with the stars.”

“What kind of man you have in mind?” The person at the other side of the phone asked.

“A fucking hit man. I want him damn dead and out of business, and if I’m right, and I fucking know I am, right now he’s in Ireland, but where I have no idea. But we probably got something to exploit.”

“Very well; you worked very well. We need to get rid of him and then we can get rid of the boss, as Roman is a real danger if alive.” Ruslan snorted at those words, feeling irritated hearing that. “I am saying the truth and you know it. All the attempts against him failed miserably; he is too capable. Too bad he’s too attached to that old fossil. I’ll find the right man and then we might need to take care of his other friend.”

“I will personally take care of him, but not right now, as I have a couple of issues to deal with.”

“Fine, but why don’t you come over when you’re done? I feel lonely... and bored.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. Come over when you are done.”

Ruslan shut the conversation down and another sick grimace rose on his face.

Yes, he was going to take that bastard down and he was going to fucking enjoy it.

Author's chit-chat:

So, what do you think? I think you got some answers here for last chapter, but I guess we also got more questions, right?

What do you think of the exchange with Enna's father? Things are now getting more complicated and tangled and more action will come. So now a hit man is set after Roman and what will happen with Sergei-Mikhail? You have different questions?

Going to update next week, so no worries, but what to expect in the next chapter? Any idea?

Until next time xox