Sinister's POV: (daddy Voldemort)
"We're going to Moscow, immediately." I said to Afanas.
I pulled a fat blunt from my suit jacket, sparking it up.
"If they're not in Barbados, then they must be in Moscow, we have a ton of connections up there, it'll be easy to track them down." I stated, blowing out a cloud of smoke.
Afanas nodded shortly with me, his dark eyes averting away from mine as he turned to leave.
"Wait" I took a hit from the blunt "What's up? You're acting different."
He shrugged, leaning against the door of the conference room, "Look Sin, you love Calla, I know that, we all know that. We're doing everything we can to find her. But bro, you gotta chill out a little. You shot someone yesterday."
Oh shit. That's right. This kid Austyn had been getting on my fucking nerves lately. When I was informed that he had been stealing a little bit of the Mafias Heroin supply, I overreacted a little. I shot him in his shoulder. Honestly, I would have done that even if I wasn't pissed.
I shrugged, and pulled out my phone, dialing Christian Jacobs number, and ordering mass quantities of sniper rifles, explosives, and hand guns.
When I got off the phone I sighed, I missed Calla so damn much. I missed her beautiful smile, her big blue eyes that melted my soul.
It's so hard to be strong, when you miss the only thing you've ever loved. No one will ever be able to understand the hell inside my head. I missed that spunky little girl who made me smile, and I felt almost useless because I couldn't save her.
I was about to dismiss Afanas when Gabriel ran into the room, his face was red, his breathing was heavy from running.
"Sinister" he gasped "I mean—sir, we have the Bratva gang informant."
My eyebrows flew up, "the fuck? Since when did a gang that small have an informant?"
He pushed a bead of sweat out of his hairline, "he was spying on the compound. He was camping outside the perimeter, with a Ak-47, and a cell phone. We have him now, he's being held in the south garage, we're awaiting your orders."
I glanced at Afanas, he mirrored my surprised expression, "what did you find on the cellphone?"
He hunched over trying to regain his breath, "he was communicating with Illeya and Steffen, giving daily reports of the Mafias interactions." He took in another breath "he even recorded the trip to Barbados..."
I chuckled darkly, "well it seems I must go have a chat with this...rat. Thank you, Gabriel."
Gabriel nodded respectfully, and I motioned for Afanas to follow me to the garages.
We were in the hall, and I felt like laughing, I thought we were going to have to travel to Moscow, and search for Illeya, like searching for a needle in a haystack. Now, it seems as though a miracle dropped into my palms...an informant that we can torture to receive information.
I made a quick stop before heading to the garages, grabbing a knife, drill, and lightbulb from our supply rooms.
Afanas quirked a dark eyebrow at me, "are you going to use the Stalin torture technique?"
I grinned devilishly and nodded, Afanas's blank face broke out into an ear-to-ear smile.
"Fuck yeah." He said following me towards the south garages.
The Stalin torture technique, was a method that was used in World War II, you drill a hole in both palms of a persons hands, hang them upside down, and put a lightbulb in their mouths. If they move their mouths at all, the delicate glass of the bulb will break, and the chemicals inside will deteriorate their insides.
"Is it bad that I'm so hype for this?" Afanas asked, pulling out a blunt from his pocket.
I smiled, for the first time in awhile, "it's been awhile since we've tortured someone, so no. Especially when it's an asshole that helped take Calla away."
"Ohh mannn" Afanas grinned, opening the large steel door the the garage, "We're gonna make this fucker pay."
Inside the garage there was a young man, he almost looked like a fucking child. He was tied up with rope, his skinny arms pinned to the chair he sat in. He had brown hair that was gelled up into spikes, he wore khakis with a tucked in polo shirt.
I sighed as I approached him, "does everyone in your gang dress like complete pricks?"
His eyes grew wide as he saw me, he was shaking, "y-you're Sinister Velkov."
I bowed, "the very one."
His young looking face was bruised, his right eye was swollen shut. Sucks to be him. His fear level went from a 10, to a 50 as soon as he laid eyes on me. Fear me.
I pulled up a chair, sitting across from him. Glancing at the 20 men that were in the room. They all watched with mild amusement as they saw this little douche bag shaking with fear.
Afanas, Slater, and Gabriel stood closest to me. Afanas looked like a child, he was smiling with excitement.
We're all completely fucked up.
"Alrighty...–wait, what's your name?" I started.
He glanced at me, he was sweating a shit ton as he shook, "My name is I-Ian..."
I clapped my hands together, "well, hello Ian, welcome to my home. We're all very thrilled to have you here."
He looked utterly confused as his body shook in his restraints, his eyes fluttered to the floor.
"Well let's get right to it." I smiled "Ian, please do tell me what you were doing on the Russian Mafias property."
He pretended to look confused, "wha–"
"No, Ian." I shook my head "that's not how this is going to work, we're going to have complete honesty during this conversation, or I'm afraid things will turn very ugly, very fast."
He let out a small whimper, Jesus this kid looked 16 years old.
"Now, what were you doing on our property, Ian?"
He took in a shaky breath, "Steffen sent me to observe you, all of you. I was with them when they took Illeyas little sister, I was one of the masked people in the parking lot. After they took the girl, I stayed behind, and followed you back here."
"Steffen sent you? You mean Illeya sent you?" I questioned.
Wasn't Illeya their leader or some shit?
He shook his head, "n-no, Steffen's our boss."
Oh that's great. That's fucking great. The psychotic ex-boyfriend is in charge.
I leaned in, a smile still plastered to my face, "alright Ian, now it's time for the real question. Where is Calla?"
His face froze, "Mr. Velkov, I-I'm not allowed to tell you..."
I clasped my hands together, standing up from my chair with a sigh.
"Well, honestly Ian, I think we were all hoping you'd say that." I nodded to all of my men, and they all had smiles plastered to their faces.
He frowned, confusion flooding his face.
"Since you refuse to willingly cooperate, I believe we're going to have to force it out of you." I grinned at the terrified little boy.
I nodded for Afanas and Gabriel to intervene.
They cut the ropes on Ian's chair, and dragged him over towards the metal shelves that contained our cocaine and Ecstasy shipments.
I pulled the drill and light bulb from my pockets, following them as they dragged the shrieking boy away.
"Okay, Ian, here's how this is going to work. I will give you one last chance to answer my questions honestly, if you don't, then I'm afraid your fate rests in the hands of Satan himself." I grinned.
"I can't!" He screamed, struggling against Afanas and Gabriel, "Steffen will kill me!!"
I leaned closer to him, "what I will to do you, is far worse than death, boy." I nodded for Afanas to take action.
With one quick movement, Ian's frail body was turned upside down, Afanas and Gabriel each held one of Ian's ankles as he dangled upside down.
"Tie him up." I ordered, watching as they raised his thin body above their heads, cuffing his ankles to a metal bar above their heads, leaving the boy hanging upside down.
He screamed, and I walked close to his face, that was now turning purple from the blood rushing to his face.
"Are you ready to talk? This is your last chance."
"I'm sworn in... I can't, they'll kill me." He heaved.
I chuckled darkly, "your sworn into a little gang, boy. You're about to see what the real Mafia is capable of."
Before he could reply, I shoved the glass lightbulb into his mouth, and motioned for Afanas to begin the torture.
"Now, Ian, if you cry, scream too loud, or even close that bitch mouth of yours, that lightbulb will break, and it will kill you from the inside out. "
Afanas looked like mothafuckin Bob the Builder, holding up that drill like it was a goddamn bible.
He placed the drill on the palm of Ian's hand, and pressed the ON button.
The muffled scream that emitted from that boys mouth, was the most annoying thing I have ever heard.
It sounded like a fucking Toyota Carola car alarm.
I stepped back slickly, as blood poured from Ian's body, his muffled screaming made me want to consume an entire bottle of Advil.
A few minutes later, there were two large sloppy holes in Ian's hands, blood poured out of him like the fuckin fountain of youth.
He didn't really cry, it was more like muffled groans with tears pouring out of his eyes.
"Afanas" I glanced at my best friend "those are the two shittiest drilling holes I have ever seen."
He sighed, and pretending to look dissatisfied,
"Fuck man, I'm sorry. I never was good at Arts and Crafts."
I faked a sigh, "it's okay man, we just gotta get you more practice. Ian volunteered to be your human canvas."
Afanas grinned, "I'm great at drawing penis's." He held up the bloodied drill and a knife.
The men in the room all howled with laughter, some of them even pulled out their phones to video.
Ian, on the other hand, was unfortunately not having as great a time. He was sobbing, his jaw quivered as he refrained from putting pressure on the lightbulb.
I glanced to Afanas, "alright Picasso, let's see your worst."
All I heard was the muffled screaming of Ian as Afanas began his journey to becoming a professional body artist.