Page 2 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

“This is going to be fun,” Michail muttered under his breath.

Grabbing my own gun, we both started shooting at the men. They were scum of the earth anyhow. They participated in the human trafficking of women, children, and anyone they could get their hands on.

The Maserati stopped violently against the makeshift altar. Both Michail and I wore a seatbelt so no damage was done to us. The car on the other hand…. Yeah, we would not be going back home in a Maserati. If we made it back at all.

This was probably a one-way road.

Michail and I fought men, our backs almost pressed against each other so we could cover ourselves from all angles. Some we just shot, others we muscled through.

“Are you fucking mad?” I recognized Irina’s voice screeching from a distance. “Stop this now, Sergei.”

No can do!

“Don’t shoot!” The order came from Bartek, the old, wrinkly head of Polish mob. “I want them alive.”

I certainly hoped she enjoyed that wrinkly, old, rich fucker with a real last name as he fucked her every night, his round body pressing her into the mattress.

I snapped another man’s neck and pushed him away from me. Another came forward and I shot him dead. There were bodies piling around us when someone shot Michail and he flew backwards. I quickly reached out to catch him.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

I held him up, my eyes scanning the situation. He was hit in the shoulder.

Yeah, this is not good!

I shot another man that dared to take a step towards us but without Michail at my back, I didn’t see the threat from behind me. The hit on my head turned the world dark.

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“Sergei, you damn sleeping beauty,” I could hear Michail’s voice through the fog in my head. “Wake up.”

I went to shift but couldn’t move my arms nor my hands. What the hell was going on?

“Sergei,” another hiss from Michail.

I peeled my eyes open, but I couldn’t see much.

“Finally, sleeping beauty.”

“You call me sleeping beauty one more time,” I groaned through a headache, “and I’ll cut your balls off.” I glanced around me but couldn’t see anything and the whole room seemed to be upside down.

He chuckled, although it sounded weak. “I’d like to see you try.” I tried again to focus my eyes. Why couldn’t I see him? And why was my head hurting like I drank for a week straight?

“What time is it?” I muttered, still feeling disoriented. “And why does it seem the entire room is upside down?”

“Because it is,” Michail laughed, his voice hoarse. “We are tied up and hanging upside down off the ceiling.”

“Why?”

“Because the Polish mobsters are fucking idiots,” he spat.

“Where in the hell are you?” I glanced to my left and right but couldn’t see him.

“I’m staring at your ass,” he mumbled. “And what a fine ass it is. Of course, I requested a female ass to stare at but they refused me.”

“My ass is better than any female’s,” I sneered. “Women are a fucking pain in my ass. And yours.”

The metal door slamming echoed in the distance. There were footsteps approaching but it made it impossible to see.

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