Chapter 1

• Adrian
• I push out from the curb, the cold night air, hitting my skin. My bike engine revs as I drive through the darkness. The street is empty and there is no soul around.
• The world is quiet and it feels like I'm the only one awake. I'm not. A lot of things are going on even in the darkness. Dark things.
• I pull into a street and I soon arrive in front of a house.
• An old detached house that looks abandoned.
• I climb off my bike, pull off my helmet, and go straight into the house.
• “Where is Igor?” I ask, stopping in front of a huge man. I've met him only a few times before and he never hides the distaste he has towards me.
• “Inside. You're late.” He says in a rough Russian accent and I scoff.
• I was asleep when I got a call asking me to come to the house. It was fucking 1 am when I got a call from Igor, asking me to come over immediately.
• I ignore him and instead walk inside the house.
• The outside may look abandoned and old, but the inside isn't. In fact, everything is just a facade to hide all the dirty dealings.
• “You called me.” I storm into a room and a man is seated on a chair, with a naked lady whose hands are tied backward in between his legs, sucking his dick.
• “Yes, sit.” Igor points at a chair in front of him. I frown in disgust. Does he expect me to talk to him with a woman blowing him?
• What a twisted man! I scoff inwardly and force myself to sit. Ignoring the gagging sounds from the woman.
• “What do you want?” I go straight to the point, wanting to leave as soon as possible.
• Igor is a sturdy built man, he's over fifty and runs an organization.
• I have no idea what he does and I don't give two flying fucks about it. From the rumors I heard, he sells and trafficks women and children.
• I'm not a part of that, I only help him carry out a few operations and get paid.
• “Here.” He throws an envelope at me and I catch it just in time.
• My brows furrows going through the pictures in the envelopes.
• I'm distracted by the woman moaning as Igor comes in her mouth. She swallows up his cum like the slut she is and he finally pulls out of her mouth.
• “Leave.” His voice is stern and authoritative. The lady stands and walks, her hands still tied.
• “What is this? I hope it's not what I'm thinking?” I hiss in annoyance. This man is sending me on a suicide mission and he knows it.
• That's utterly impossible.
• “It's exactly what you're thinking Adrian. Get the job done.” He states, not a single emotion crossing his face.
• “This is the same thing as asking me to kill myself. Nobody can get to this man.” I've heard rumors about him.
• Nikolai Rostov. The most ruthless man in the whole of Russia. Каратель ( The punisher ) That’s what they call him and I know that he shouldn’t be dwelt with.
• He's a part of the Bratva and is one of the most important members, there’s no way I will be able to get close enough to kill him.
• “I trust your capabilities, Adrian. You're my sniper. The smartest and the job is going to be a lot easier than you think.” He smirks and motions at the envelope.
• “Look inside.” I look inside and find an address.
• “A wedding is being held at the church tomorrow. Nikolai will be there. Kill him.” He instructs his voice hard.
• The operations I carried out for Igor were killing people. You can call me the best sniper there is because I am. I've never missed a shot.
• “I don't know,” I mumble, creasing my brows.
• I'm not scared of Nikolai but it's better to avoid his path or the Bratva. I hate unnecessary trouble and stay away from it.
• Nikolai Rostov is trouble.
• “Are you backing down now? Don’t tell me you’re being a pussy because of the bastard.” Igor hisses, picking up a cigarette from a table beside him and he lights it up.
• “I’m not scared Igor.” I grit my teeth.
• “Then do it!” He snaps, but I remain unblinking. I’m not scared of the fucker Nikolai.
• But I’m done with the Bratva, whatever I had with them died years ago.
• Igor is not part of the Bratva and the people I’ve killed for him in the past were not part of the Bratva. Just men who crossed his path.
• “I’ll pay you. Better than the others.” He offers.
• Yeah, he should. I’m fucking going to charge him. A lot.
• “That can’t change my mind.” I glare at him.
• “We both know you need the money, Adrian. I trust your skills. Don’t be a coward.” I know what he’s trying to do. To egg me on, and it’s working. I’m not a coward and I need the money.
• “You’ll deposit half of the payment!” I announce standing up to my feet.
• “Sure. I’ll send something to your account.” I don’t bother negotiating with Igor. He knows exactly how to make payments and he does it well.
• “Do that in thirty minutes,” I announce, making my way to the door.
• “The wedding is tomorrow.”
• I don’t reply to him and open the door instead. I need to get drunk, that will boost my adrenaline.
• “Don’t miss. I want Nikolai dead.”
• “I never miss,” I smirk at Igor and walk out. I step out of the house and his stupid guard is still there. I totally ignore him and walk to my bike, hopping on it. But I can still feel his gaze on me. One day, I’ll definitely blow his head off. But now, there’s someone’s brain I need to spill. Nikolai Rostov. The fucking punisher.
• I never miss a shot and never will. Tomorrow, Nikolai will die by my gun and I’ll make sure of it.