K Y Z E R

I was a simple man with three simple rules. I didn't live up to my reputation, I was a killer, yes, but there were all kinds of killers, all sorts of monsters who were always at odds with each other, but not me, I was all of them, all the ugly realities behind a pretty face and serpent eyes. I believed in squeezing the lemons life gave me because fuck knew no one had the time to make a fucking lemonade.

The last rule was to never go after the same woman again unless I wanted something more than her cunt, and that something wasn't emotions.
I didn't do emotions.
Period.
Sure, I loved my sister, but I'd always done that like a duty, not that it seemed like a duty most days, she was a part of me, but she didn't know every part of me, and I was sure I didn't either. Keira had been different ever since she came back eight years ago, and I knew that was not for the lack of hiding on her part rather on my observant streak.

I knew I'd always existed between the mist of my demons, I didn't even know when I'd befriended the darkness that loomed inside me; when I'd started resenting people, but it happened. I was calmer than my sister, she could be impulsive, I wasn't however, I remained on the sane side of things with a touch of insanity so brutal it could sniff out everything inside me.

Watching Chernov watch her was interesting, he was a man like me, except he had to make friends with his demons, I'd wanted to be friends with my devilry. I needed it because I knew all saints were men who sinned in the dark, and sinner like me? We feared the light because it was when we had to masquerade, so I suppose saints preferred the praises like a hypocrite because after all, they came to the altar of the mortal sinners when night fell and their darkness scared them.
The point was, no one was innocent. Innocence was such a vague concept, I often had to suppress the urge to laugh at it, sure a baby was innocent, but its blood was never a novice. Blood carried the sin like the wind did the whispers, and my blood was filled with something much more than sin. It was venom.

I'd figured my sister had history with the fucker who'd threatened the lives of people just like him with such nonchalance like he could care less about our vengeance. The others thought it was arrogance, and it might've been, but beneath it all, it was his revenge. When Keira wanted to stay, I'd tried pushing her for answers knowing she was just as secretive as me, and when she refused to answer, I resorted to my ways. I never imagined the answers I'd find though, I always thought Keira and me were fucked up since we were born but now as I'd seen her laugh so freely, I knew her brand of fucked-up was different than mine.

Except that Keira's history with Chernov put us all at an impasse, he wouldn't help us, and Astley was closing in, and I needed Astley and the other three gone before the year was out. It was mine and Keira's rightful throne, and the others had always been accessories to the throne, and it was time they were dropped, but not without a plan. A pawn had a job to do, and they'd live until they finished their fucking job, and then I'd take great pleasure in removing them from my board. If you're thinking I was the king on the board, I'd say you didn't know me. I wasn't on the board. I was a man puppeteering both sides, killing off people I didn't want, but maybe what I needed to remember was that forgotten little details came back to haunt like a broken melody.

I knew Chernov wanted my sister, he just hated her more, and rightfully so, she'd been brutal when she left him, she introduced him to the dark side with no one to help his immoral heart. I'd probably have killed Keira by now if I was in his place, but it was a good thing I wasn't because I didn't know what love felt like. I'd felt a warmth eight years ago when a girl had hugged me after I pulled her down from the top of a building in Chicago at fucking three in the morning, but that was just the unfamiliarity of the moment, I didn't even remember her face, and since it hadn't happened again I was almost certain I'd imagined it in my hammered state. Maybe it was for the best, distractions were a luxury for my hyperactive mind.

After persuading Keira to play at Chernov's desires because despite everything we needed his ammo, which I didn't need in retrospect, but it was primal to fool Astley because he was also hungry for my blood like a starved lion except he didn't know lions didn't have the brains to match those of an unrestrained human. I knew Keira and Chernov will handle the rest on their own, they'd get tangled up in the mess of their dark emotions chaining them like a delirious melody taking you under the waters, and whether their love could brave the weight of drowning was on them. I'd given her a nudge, albeit my bad intentions, it could end well if my sister played her cards right this time. I loved her, I did, but she was the hopeless one between the both of us. She made it too easy to find her when she was playing happily-ever-after with Chernov years ago, knowing full well that fairy-tales were left in books for a reason.

Taking a flight to Latvia wasn't part of my immediate plan, but I knew Chernov was following my every move, so he could think that I was here for a fuck, which I was, but not entirely. I was discreet with my businesses, so yes I played aloof to the men following me, and went about my merry way to the hotel we'd decided to meet. No one could know what I did under the pretense of fucking a woman. I exchanged information. Rather she told me shit, and I listened while I was balls deep inside her cunt because frankly no cunt was interesting enough for me, so yes my fucks were hardly random. They were random when I was bored, but these days I was a man on a mission, and I didn't have the time or the necessary patience for a woman who'd start expecting more, I couldn't blame them, after all, I wasn't necessarily harsh unless I had to be.

I didn't pick fights, I wasn't loud, and perhaps that's why they forgot that still waters ran deep, but I reminded them with every heart I broke because that was all I knew. The others, the ones that were part of my world knew that when I went on a hunt, I killed people who'd pissed me off just for the sport of it.

Yes, I kept a record of everyone who'd shit on me. Fucking sue me.

Are you disgusted yet? If not, maybe there's something seriously wrong with you too, but let's be real who the fuck is ever fully sane?

The taxi stopped in front of the hotel, and I stepped out, after generously tipping the driver, and thanking him with a nod of my head. The doors slid open as I walked inside, knowing full well there were eyes on my back, I didn't need to bother with the receptionist, but I had to for the sake of appearances, so after a brief stop, I was now in the elevator leading up to her room. She was a nameless spy who liked to live on the edge, and I was fine with it because at the end of the day, she was in my pocket, and I controlled her livelihood. I hadn't bothered with her name, her real name that is; to me, she was Gale- quiet and ghostly like the wind.

I knocked at the door twice, and she opened the door, her black hair covering most of her face, the rest of her body however was barely covered with lacy red lingerie. A bold choice of color on her part, but then again, colors never did it for me. If I wanted to get hard, I was hard. It was on me, and it took a lot of training to be above wanton desire that ruled most men, but I was, still there were times when I gave in to the lust. I might be a monster but when it came to all the bad things men felt, I felt them and I felt them so deep they skinned me from the inside out, but how could you fight your nature? It was mine to be bad. Smirking at her, I stepped inside the room, and she followed me after closing the door.

I felt her stand behind me, and when she tried hugging me from behind, I turned around, my tie already taken off, and took her wrists in my palms, wrapping my tie around them. Did I mention control was my poison? Well, now you know. She bit her lip as I tightened the knot on her wrist, and tugged her closer to me. "You can break your vow of silence any minute now," I growled, leaning down to nip at the flesh of her neck as she arched her back, standing on her toes, giving me more space to maneuver.
"You know the deal, we don't talk for foreplay," she purred, trying to move her bound hands against my chest to unbutton my shirt.
"You talk when I say you do," I controlled the anger in my voice, I hated it when she tried to be coy with me, but she was the best in business so I kept her around, and I punished her for it by biting down on her skin-hard- until I drew blood, and tasted the metallic liquid on my tongue. Her moans got louder, and that was my cue to pull away, she wasn't supposed to fucking enjoy it until she pleased me with the answers she'd gotten for me. "On all fours," I tilted my head towards the bed, letting her know playtime was over. I wasn't completely inhumane, but I also knew she was a masochist if I ever saw one; good thing I was a sadist then. Her eyes were hooded with wanton lust, and she walked towards the bed, getting in position on all fours with her bound wrists in front of her face.

Gale looked over her shoulder at me as I unbuckled the belt, following my unbuttoning my pants, and pushing them down with my boxer briefs right before I settled on the bed behind her, the soft sheets dipping under my weight. Reaching forward I wrapped her hair around my fist, pulling her towards me by her hair just as I sunk my teeth into her neck. She moaned, her bound hands coming behind my head. "You know the rules, hands-off, and start talking unless you'd prefer I don't make you cum."
"I don't need you to cum," She shot back, her breathless voice deceiving her.
"Bound like that, you do" I bit her skin one last time before moving back. I spread her thighs with my hands, and spit onto her cunt, ensuring she was ready for me. I wrapped my hand around my cock, dragging it through her folds, moving the head against her clit. "Now why don't you let me give your tight little cunt what she's begging for by talking?" I grinned just as she arched her back and pushed the head of my cock inside her pussy before pulling out.
"You'll never find Astley because..." She moaned, her arse wiggling back and forth in impatience, "He doesn't exist, at least he hasn't for the last eight years." I pushed my length into her at once, groaning once I was buried inside her cunt fully, and finally, I allowed myself a little moment to take in the pleasure that'd been licking at the base of my spine.
"Don't be coy when I'm balls deep inside you, Gale, that isn't in your job description," I grunted, moving back before I pushed back harder, my balls slapping against her as I took handfuls of her arse in my hands, spreading her further, getting a prime view of my cock sinking into her pussy. I knew she was doing it on purpose, she'd been doing it for the last few times, hoping to make it last longer than it had to, and I would've cut her loose by now if she wasn't good at what she did, however, if this was how it was going to be, I needed to look for someone else to be my eyes and ears.

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I hadn't waited for pleasantries after finishing. I paid her for the information, let her cum, and as far as I was concerned the job was over with no further fucks given from me. I knew Astley was closing in, I just hadn't expected it to be at that pace. I didn't care if Keira couldn't get Chernov on our side, it was a necessity now. His involvement might be the only thing that could slow Astley down.
The lost Italian prince my arse.
Astley was always the odd one out, and if he thought that becoming the Chicago Outfit's capo saved him from my wrath he couldn't be more wrong. This information gave me the upper hand because now I knew where that cunt was hiding, but infiltrating the Italian's close-knit circle wasn't a piece of cake. However, using Chernov to trigger a mutually beneficial war with them might give me a diversion to kill him. I just didn't see Keira agreeing to manipulate her husband like that. It was truly a shame, however, it meant that I would have to be the one to make my fucking brother-in-law see reason.

Whatever went on with him and Keira wasn't my business, she fucked it up for herself by lying, and twin or not I wasn't about to condone a fucking liar, yet it didn't account for the fact that Chernov was a part of this war whether he liked it or not; I just had to figure out how to get him on my side, and his men off my back with his resources well spent on tracking down Astley or whatever the fuck name he went by these days.

Either way, it was time to pay Nikolai Chernov a visit.

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What do you think about Kyzer? Love him? Hate him?

My exams are starting soon so when they're over you can expect regular updates for Nikolai and Keira, and I suppose now would be a good time to tell you Kyzer gets his own book, but I can't give away much yet ;)

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