Page 43 of Demon's Savior
"All right darlin,’ I need to round everyone up so we can finish this shit. If you receive any more calls, do not answer them."
I kiss her one last time and head out to finish so we can all get back to our lives.
This guy can't be this much of idiot. Why in the hell, when you know someone is coming for you, would you stay exactly where they think you would be? Could it be a trap?
More than likely, we’re walking into a trap. One advantage we do have is that his estate is a long way out of town and the closest neighbor is miles away, giving us time to do what we need to do before the cops show up.
"We're here," J.D. states, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Nephew, they know we are coming, so we go in fast and hard. Leave the bastard to me. I need to make an example for Koshenko." Abasi grabs his machete, steps out of the car, and surveys his surroundings. "The security system has been disabled. Move in now!"
With the command from Abasi, I walk to the front gate. I wrap one guard around the neck from behind, choke him out, and then place one bullet to his head.
I silently walk to the next guard and put one shot to the back of his head, dropping him on the spot. As we breach the gate, all hell breaks loose. J.D. and I command the club members in the direction they need to go, and Abasi orders his men to do the same.
"Blow the motherfucking door!" Abasi yells as we approach the mansion’s entrance. On his order, an explosion sounds at the main entrance of the house. Both Abasi's men and club members rush in as bullets pierce the air.
"Motherfuck!" Razor yells as a bullet hits him in the shoulder. Never dropping his weapon, he continuously takes out one man after the other.
"You all right, man?" I yell over to Razor. He continues to shoot, nods his head.
“Find the CEO,” I hear Abasi yell, as the crazy motherfucker wields a machete, slicing whoever he encounters.
Abasi expertly maneuvers through the crowd of people, slicing body parts in the process. "Find the motherfucker now! And leave him breathing!"
Finally, as the gunfire dies, one of Abasi's men yells something in what I assume is Swahili. Abasi moves swiftly in that direction. Razor, J.D., and I follow Abasi, and I order my men to continue to search the house, disposing of anyone who is alive.
"No one is left alive," I yell.
Abasi snatches the door open to what looks like an office, gripping his machete in one hand. Blood drips from it.
Abasi stands smiling before a large man who is an older version of Avery Hansen, and a young man who I assume is his bodyguard, both holding guns. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. CEO."
The young man has his gun trained on Abasi, but his gaze never leaves David Hansen. Razor, J.D., me, and one of Abasi's men aim our guns at the young guy and David Hansen while Abasi laughs.
"Who the fuck are you?" David Hansen asks.
"I am the one who is going to kill you for all you have done and said against my niece."
"Ohhhh, so you’re the black bitch's uncle, huh? How unfortunate for you that I'm going to kill you and then kill her very slowly. But not before trying that pussy out to see what has my son so hooked."
With that, I take a step forward only to be stopped by Abasi raising his hand in the air. "The only ones who will die, will be you and the young Koshenko here.”
He moves swiftly, slicing the neck of David Hansen in one fluid motion and causing his body to fall to the ground while I place two shots to the body of the young guy.
Turning his attention to David Hansen, who is bleeding out from his neck on the floor, Abasi kneels over his body. He puts the end of the machete under his chin, smiling. "This is for my niece, my blood."
He pushes the machete through David Hansen’s neck, severing his spinal cord, killing him without mercy. He then walks over to the younger Koshenko, who is slumped on the floor. Abasi grips him by the hair, ordering him to call his father and place the call on speaker. A voice answers in a thick Russian accent.
"Son, is it done?" the voice asks, but Abasi does not give the young guy a chance to respond.
"Koshenko, old friend."
"Abasi?"
"Yes, it is me. I'm sorry to inform you, but you took on the wrong job, old friend. Your client has threatened my blood, and now you all will pay, starting with the blood of your eldest."
"No, Abasi! I had no clue this had anything to do with your family. Don't kill my son. Don't kill my family!" Andrei Koshenko pleads. "We can come to some type of agreement."
