Page 93 of For a Price

“Lu… Lu…Luka,” he stammers nervously. The razor I’ve given him trembles in his hand.

My grin widens. “Well, Luka, I’m afraid I’m going to ask you to do something you might find repulsive. I would do it myself, but I have no interest in touching his putrid fucking dick. Undo his pants.”

“Wha… I… I…” he shakes his head side to side.

“Now!” I bark. “Or you will be first.”

Luka glances at a couple of the other barbers remaining in the shop. His Adam’s apple bobs in a hard swallow. He waits another second and then steps forward with the boldness of a meek mouse. Hands trembling and unsteady, he does as I’ve asked. He unfastens the front of Uncle Leonid’s pants.

“No!” Leonid yells, jerking even more wildly. “NO, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!”

But his protests go ignored.

I direct Luka the barber to pull down his boxers. The pair is faded, stained, and a strange gray color. All things that fit him.

All things that are more repulsive when I think about how he thought he would have Katerina. He truly believed he could force my kitty cat.

His shriveled up dick and balls flop out unimpressively.

Hair everywhere. It’s like a fucking jungle, the thick bush that surrounds his dick.

It gives me new respect for the girls Uncledoespay to sleep with him—they’re putting up with a lot to allow him anywhere near them.

“Looks like somebody needs a shave,” I say. Several of my men chuckle, aware of what’s next. “Luka, go ahead and give him one. Cut it all off.”

A loud silence follows my command as everyone digests what I’mreallysaying.

Once it sinks in, Uncle Leonid erupts into his loudest screams yet. The squealing sound plays out like nails on achalkboard that would normally make ears bleed but instead serves as a beautiful melody to listen to.

Pubic hairs float to the ground before there’s nothing left to shave.

Then it’s just skin. It’s just blood squirting from the incision, getting everywhere.

“Deeper!” I yell. “Press the blade in deeper!”

Luka nods, so shaky and nervous still that he makes mistakes. He causes Leonid even more suffering as he does more than shave away Leonid’s delicate, sagging skin. He slices into him, nicking and cutting.

It’s a slow, agonizing forty-two minutes for Leonid, who eventually passes out from the pain.

But I’m a patient man when necessary.

I wait for him to come to. He wakes to the bloody horror of what’s sitting in his lap. Now detached from the rest of him.

So long as I’m alive, I’ll never forget his screams of agony. I’ll savor what’s sweet revenge as far as I’m concerned.

As he slumps in the chair, pitiful and weeping, I step to him one final time.

“It seems you’ve finally learned your lesson, dyadya. You should’ve known you never had a chance.”

Kazan withdraws his gun and shoots him in the face.

I order Luka to stuff his shriveled up dick in his mouth, and then we’re done. His men are shot on our way out. The barbers are left in traumatized silence. They’ll have to digest what they’ve witnessed and clean up the mess.

Except for the body.

My men know to deliver Leonid to the sovietnik.

It will communicate what it should—they’ve decided to fuck with me, my penthouse, my kitty cat, so there will be consequences.

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