CHAPTER 55
CHRISTIAN ‘VICIOUS’ VOLKOV.
A well manned Condo.
Guards man Rhett’s house or in this case Dante Keaton’s dead mother’s house every hour of the day, every hour of the night.
Dante forgot to mention he paid Rhett a pretty good sum of money if the douche can afford to hire men who carry rifles and protect him like he’s the next Prince of England.
The windows are tinted, no one looks in, no one figures out what is going on on the inside.
Unlucky for Rhett and sadly his men, my mood is so chaotic that I don’t mind bulldozing right through his house to get to him.
Jett takes care of the two guys by the front.
Kill ‘em. Tranquilize ‘em. I don’t care.
Nico takes care of the one guy by the pool and thoughts about how the little nurse might have swum in that pool in a skimpy bikini while Rhett watches all while holding my baby girl in his arms spikes a kill switch inside my head.
Jagger and Jude make sure that no other men are around and no nagging neighbor interrupts us.
I want it to hurt. I want to take it slow with this sly motherfucker.
The thoughts of shooting the door down ran through my mind.
If there wasn’t a child in here, I would have shot my way through the front door.
But Millie is around.
I’ve had an hour to master the schematics of this house and so far, there are two bedrooms and knowing Rhett he probably has the mother and the child in different bedrooms.
He’s the kind of twisted man who wouldn’t want any interruptions while he tastes what isn’t his.
And the thought itself fuels my urgency.
Picking the lock of the back door is no hassle, walking inside too isn’t a problem either because the living room is like fifteen feet away.
By the time Rhett heard me, I would already have done what I needed to do.
The first bedroom holds empty bottles of beer littered across the floor, Rhett’s messy clothes line the bed, no sign of the Blondie, no sign of the child.
I move on to the next bedroom, the sound of an announcer talking about the NBAs coming from the direction of the living room.
The next bedroom is just as messy but I find Millie sobbing quietly as she throws her little legs while lying on the middle of the bed, like a bag he dumped and forgot to check up on her.
“Hello, baby girl. Missed me?”
Because I sure as hell missed you.
She sobs harder, looking a little thinner than the last time I saw her.
I grab the bottle in my bag knowing it would come in handy. Holding it in her mouth, my baby girl stops crying and immediately sucks like she hasn’t been fed for an entire month.
Her blue eyes grow big and a piece of my heart I didn’t think had stopped beating jumps in joy.
“Let’s get Mommy”, I murmur.
Strapping her to my chest tightly with one of her shawls, my gun is in my hands as I walk down the hallway to where the light from the TV calls to me like a beacon.
The disgusting prick’s head peaks from the gaming chair he’s seated at.
A few bags of chips lay on the ground, on the table while the large screen on the wall displays a game between the Lakers and another amateur basketball team.
The nurse isn’t anywhere in sight. I know because she wouldn’t entertain this kind of behavior.
She wouldn’t leave Millie alone first of all.
The easiest thing to do would be to shoot him in the skull and let him die.
But I want to see him actually beg for his life.
I don’t make a spectacle to announce my arrival, my gun’s nozzle meets the back of his skull, Rhett’s body tenses as he raises his hands in mid-air like we are in an NCIS show and I’m a cop who’ll spare him and send him on his merry way to jail.
There’s no jail for this monster.
He switches the TV placing the remote down.
“Hand me the gun too”, I growl, he has one. He’d be stupid not to have a gun.
“Whoa whoa buddy, why don’t we all come down-.”
“The gun”, I press my gun further, his hands fish out the gun from the back of his pants and I take it disarming it, clocking out the magazine and throwing the toy somewhere in this mess.
“You have the gun, you have my attention. Take anything you want, man. I don’t want any trouble.”
“You’ve been a slick motherfucker, you piece of shit.”
I look at Millie. Her mother hates when people cuss around her but the moment deserves it.
Rhett takes a minute to grasp who is behind him and another minute to stand up and turn around, finally coming face to face with me.
“Christian Volkov”, he calls me arrogantly.
Like we were Boy Scouts at some point in time and we finally reunited.
“You know I never thought that you would find-.”
My finger on the trigger, I shoot the dart right for his leg.
I didn’t come here for chit-chat not after everything he’s put me and everyone around me through.
“The fuck?” He asks, taking out the dart, falling to the ground like a shriveled weed.
Millie halfway done with her bottle, I walk around the couch, my army boots stopping right where his face is lying on the ground on a day-old pizza.
“A few milligrams of coral snake venom in your bloodstream causes paralysis. And right now, that poison is attacking your nervous system, eating at it like an ant that has found a grain of sugar. Eight minutes here or less and your vision will start to blur, any attempts to speak will be muted by your slurred speech and when it’s time to meet your maker, the last thing that’ll hit you will be muscle weakness. Just like how unmoving my sister was when you raped her. A sister I didn’t know I had up until recently so will you be unmoving too, Rhett. To feel weak and have no one to help you. I’ll find Alexia and if you are still on borrowed time, she’ll inject another dose in you and we can all watch as I rid the world of your filth.”
“Y-you…she…never…to-together”, Rhett attempts to speak, I hold the bottle for my baby girl as we both watch him struggle to grip reality.
“Boss?”
Nico’s voice filters through my earpiece and I take a step away from Rhett.
“What’s the situation?”
He wouldn’t interrupt me if there wasn’t.
“We found Alexia but we have a problem.”
“What problem?”
She’s refusing to come with my men. She’s running away from me?
“I’d rather y-you come down to take a look at her yourself. She’s in the basement.”
Arriving at the basement tells me from my men’s gloomy faces, everything has gone horribly wrong.
When I finally reach up to where I can hear her, my anger watts but my heart fucking drops.
“I know you are there. I can hear you. You are…you are Rhett’s men, are you? What? You’ve finally come to kill me is that it? Then do it, you assholes!”
Her shouting makes Millie cry.
The sound of Millie crying has Alexia retreating from the corner of the basement she’s hiding in.
“Baby? Millie, is that you? Gimme my baby! Rhett? I know you can hear me, just gimme my baby! She needs to be fed, please just…I want to hold her, just once I want to…”
She walks to where we are and I hold her wrist pulling her to me, pulling her to where Millie is sobbing between me and her mother.
“Millie”, the nurse sighs, her hands reach out to touch Millie but she doesn’t touch her.
“Please, turn on the lights. Turn on the lights so I can see my baby”, her voice quivers.
She can’t touch Millie because she can’t see her.
She can’t see that the basement already has lights because she can’t…my nurse can’t see.
I examine the dried blood on her skull and I put two in two together.
Head blunt trauma could lead to a lot of things.
And in her case, Alexia Green is blind.