Mercy

Mercy. It came with a cost. Victor Volkov’s rule was well known. If a victim asked for mercy — a deal for their life — they must perform a task for the Volkov family. Often something shady, illegal, usually ****.

Any Volkov could entertain this game. Dmitri had set a task for poor Greg and if he didn’t do it — he would be killed slowly — brutally!

“Kill everyone at The Bloody Pony!” Victor laughed, “You sent those young punks to vandalise their home… but now you are following through with it! But why send the fat pig to do it?”

Dmitri sneered, “It needs to be someone pathetic… Alice won’t have her guard up… She won’t see it coming…”

Victor slicked back his blonde locks. Strands on his forehead. A handsome sinister smile.

“Interesting…” Victor said, “I hoped you’d do it yourself —“

“No… She is just a box to tick on my list — I have bigger bugs to crush…” Dmitri said leaving.

If Greg was to succeed — the reward was more than life. A seat at the table in the Volkov Mafia. It was his only chance…

Mila had kissed him on the cheek. Placing a pistol in his hands.

“Mmm… Have fun my Greg,” she winked.