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WARNING... THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND IMAGES OF PHYSICAL AND SEXUAL VIOLENCE INCLUDING RAPE AND WHIPPING I WILL PUT WARNING SIGNS BEFORE AND AFTER BUT PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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Jason's POV
I didn't see anything but red, when I walked into the room to see Iov on top of my queen with his pants around his ankles and my girl with pants ripped. She was crying, screaming and fighting with everything in her. And I mean fighting, kicking, punching and flailing her arms around to get him away from her.
I couldn't do anything but beat him over, and over, and over and over again. I blacked out, drunk with rage and hatred. I don't know how long I beat him, but I do know that when my father pulled me off of him the room looked like a scene for a SAW movie. Iov's head was bashed. His skull busted open and parts of his brains hanging out. There's blood everywhere, including my chest, hands, and chest. I felt nothing towards the horrific scene. No regret, no guilt no remorse, no anything.
"Son I need to know you're okay before I go." My father speaks from behind me.
"I'm fine," I say in an even tone.
"Are you sure."He asks concerned.
"Where's Aiden and Tiana?" I change the subject, not in the mood for his questioning.
"Tiana's in the car with Tristan and on the way o your mother. I'm going to take Aiden but I need to know that you're okay before I leave." He says in that fatherly/authoritative tone that I can only hope to master one day.
"Dad, I'm okay... And I'll be much better when I get my hands on everyone one involved in this little plot." I tell him in the same even tone.
"What do we do with Candice?" He questions.
I look over at Candice's lifeless body. As much as I didn't like the women I would never take that choice away from Tia. "I'll let Tia decide that," I instruct
"I'll let the men know." He says, turning to leave out the door.
"Dad." Isay, stopping him in his tracks.
"Yes, son?"
"Did... Did Tia... Did Tia see that?"
"Yeah... Yeah, she did." He tells me in a grave tone, before finally walking out of the room, his footsteps echoing throughout the hallway.
I sit there looking at the badly beaten, dead man in front of me. Iov Popov is - well was the son of Russian Mafia leader Adrik Popov. Adrik feel ill last year and was forced to step down due to his cancer getting worse. Now usually mafia rules are that the oldest son gets the throne, but the problem with Adrik is that he had twin boys so he was able to get away with more. So Ivan who is twenty minutes younger than Iov, but is also much more suited for the position took his fathers place. Iov is too bloodthirsty and hot-headed to lead a crime organization. Ivan, however, is calmer and more calculated than his twin which made him perfect to take over. And one thing I did know is that Ivan absolutely despises human trafficking. So at least he won't be too upset about his brother's gruesome end.
"What do you want us to do with him, boss?" Isaac asks from behind me.
"Feed him to the dogs for all I care." I shrug. "And call Ivan and let him know the news."
"And Stephan and Elaine?"
"Take them to the dungeon," I order. I turn to him hesitating to ask me something and it wears on my patience. "Spit it out, Isaac."
