Page 15 of His to Own

The natural thing to do when you find out the woman you were promised to marry is now engaged to someone else is to follow that other suitor to his home in the dark of night. Sergei makes it easy for me to follow him. So easy that it’s laughable. What kind of mafia man is he?

I watch as Sergei huffs and puffs to his front door and goes inside. Then I park my car across the street and stroll up to his house. No guard out front. His house is kind of small. It’s no mansion. I guess Sergei isn’t spending his days making money either.

I easily pick the lock. It’s something I’ve been doing for years. Breaking and entering into places. It’s how I got my start in the mafia when I was a teenager before making my way up the ladder. Unlike men like Sergei who were born into the mafia because of their fathers, I had to fight for my way.

I take great pride in it.

I also take great amusement in the chaos I can ensue.

I whistle as I walk through Sergei’s house. It’s not hard to find him. I just have to follow the sounds of the shower running. When I open the bathroom door, I see him jacking himself off under the waterfall. Probably thinking of Elena.

The moment I saw her, I knew she had to be mine. Nikolai already said she would be my wife as a sign of trust between us. I was on board before I saw her since all I really wanted from Nik was the power and money he could bring into my life. I’m already surrounded by a sea of beautiful women.

But the second I saw Elena and realized just how pretty she is, I realized that I could get power and money and a pretty wife all from making a deal with Nikolai. That’s not a bad outcome of an arranged marriage.

The problem though is the fat man in the shower, jerking himself off to the memories of hitting Elena. There was just something so…sad about her. It made me want to protect her and I rarely feel that way about people.

I am a man of impulse. I let it take me where it’s supposed to go and right now, my impulses are leading me to Elena. Which is why I need to get rid of the problem. Gregory is the main problem but I can’t exactly kill Nikolai’s business partner when I want to make a deal with Nikolai.

So the next best thing is Sergei.

I take out my gun – the silencer is already attached. My gloves are in place. I don’t need to leave any fingerprints behind.

No mask though. I want Sergei to see who’s responsible for his life ending.

I open the glass shower door. Sergei shrieks. His hard cock turns limp. It’s so small. Pathetic, fat man.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” he demands.

I raise the gun to his head. His eyes widen. It makes me chuckle. “Why do you think, Sergei?”

“Getting rid of the competition, aren’t you? You know you can’t compete with me for Elena’s hand.”

I snort. “I think between the two of us, I’m much more likely to be the one she wants.”

“That girl was cowering just as much from me as she was from you.”

“I don’t really care what you have to say, Sergei. You’re in my way and I tend to eliminate problems that are in my way.”

“Why don’t we fight it out like men instead of killing me the cowardly way in my shower?”

“We could. But I like knowing you died a pathetic, fat man in your shower with a limp cock. There’s something so… poetic about it.”

“You asshole,” he growls.

I wink. “Just doing what I need to do to get what I want.” I aim the gun lower and pull the trigger before the bullet goes right through his cock. He screams as he falls to his ass. His cock is dangling from his body, bleeding badly.

“Help me,” he screams. “Help me!”

I stand back and watch him struggle. His hands scramble at the shower door. His cock bleeds more. The blood mixes with the water, going down the drain. Washing away the evidence.

He glares and mutters cuss words at me before the light leaves his eyes and he slumps to the hard tile. Now a dead, pathetic fat man with a limp cock.

I put my gun away and leave Sergei’s body to be found. I want Gregory to see it. I want him to know that I am not to be messed with.

Chapter Three

Elena