Stubborn Wife
Chapter 24
"It wasn't what I wanted," Ashley mumbled, shrugging as she walked into the house.
"What the fuck is wrong with you Ashley, you ruined a perfectly planned mission." He didn't raise his voice but she could tell he was so pissed.
Maybe because he knew he was wrong as well.
He didn't even know what was wrong with his head at that time. He let her take control of the situation as if she was the Boss. He was the Boss and he didn't like it at all.
"What's wrong with me? what's wrong with me? Let's talk about you right now Mikhail. You almost killed a man in a meeting, in an open place and it didn't even scare you that someone will see?" She talked back, walking to him and poking his chest.
"I shouldn't have brought you there."
"Perfect, you would have just gone to the fucking party and left me alone at home, so I would enjoy my day. But no, you wanted to show the world you had a wife. Why do we quarrel every day?!" She yelled, tiredly.
"Because you can't seem to keep your cool Ashley, you're always pissing me off!" Mikhail yelled this time, getting the guard's attention.
"Ohh please, you're the one who's always pissing me off...so don't turn the table on me you....you, arrggg!" She shook her head and walked away into the house.
Mikhail's main target today at the party was none other than Michael Jones.
He was going to kill the man sooner or later, but if his damned wife had not stepped in the way, the man would be dead.
'You're also at fault stupid.'
Punching the glass, it shattered to the floor and he hissed in pain.
Ashley Mikhail was beginning to ruin his plan and he had to fúçking do something about it or she was going to be the end of him.
'You wouldn't have taken her to the party Mikhail, you fucked up!' His head yelled, but he was fast to shake it away.
"Boss?" He turned to see Rob looking at him with a confused face.
"It's nothing, go back to your post". He said, stepping away from the shattered glass of the car and walking away as blood dripped from his hand.
"Get some men at the post station, Michael Jones should not leave that party alive and whatsoever you do, make him die a terrible death. Make it loud and make it slow." He cut the call, shaking his head.
He opened the door of the car and off he drove.
Mikhail didn't know what or where to direct his anger, all he knew was that he fucked up...not that he fucked up for not killing the bastard but he let a woman control him.
He hated it.
His phone rang and he picked it up and placed it in his ears.
"Hello?"
"Boss, the Martinez came to the Casino and I think they're going to cause trouble." He heard from the other end and huffed.
"Leave them alone, they won't do anything stupid." He ordered and hung up.
He knew the Martinez kids, they had everything it took them to be his men but when they had come to him for recruitment..he had said No.
Although they had the liver to join his team, he didn't want children in his midst.
Clutching the car's steering, he reversed to another lane and hissed.
*****
Blood stains could be seen on the walls.
Blood dripped down from the pipes, the walls, the heaped blocks, and the bulb.
Few cleaners stood by, as they washed the walls and cleaned some blood-stained items.
Mikhail stood by the door of the basement.
After the order that Michael Jones should be killed, his men had gone ahead to bring him to the basement.
He was going to enjoy killing the bastard.
The man had gone ahead to break his most important rule.
He didn't harm children, children were important to society.
Kill a child and end a lineage.
He cocked his gun and walked into the room that stunk of blood and gasoline.
"Boss." The other men greeted, them as he walked past them.
"Hmm." He hummed.
Mikhail walked past them, moving into the room to see the man bundled on a chair, his handcuffed to the iron beside him and his legs cuffed as well.
He liked it like this.
"Boss please, I beg you...please."
"You kidnapped a girl of Fifteen and then you rape the life out of her..what did you expect? I keep the city safe Mayor Michael Jones and like everyone knows...no one is above my law." He mumbled, scratching his head as if tired of the boring discussion.
"I didn't mean to, it was not from me.I was asked to do that to make her family suffer." The man yelled, crying as he did.
"I know that Michael Jones, and that's why you're still alive. Who sent you? When I checked the database...her parents were owing a sum of Fifty Thousand Dollars." He clicked his tongue, moving to the table and dropping the gun to pick a torture tool.
He picked a birch rod and sighed.
"This won't do." He said and dropped it, picking up a catapelta.
"I have an urge to poke out an eye from your face, but then I'll let you have a fast death." He mumbled and picked up the gun.
Cocking the gun and pulling the trigger for a bullet to land on the man's forehead.
He whistled and two people walked in.
A man and a woman, obviously the cleaners.
"Clean this mess." He mumbled, walking out of the scene and out of the basement operational building.
He still had a wife to yell at!
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The drive wasn't long and as quickly as he left the basement, he was at home.
Kicking through the front door of the Mansion and walking into it.
The time was 10:34 and he knew by now she would be asleep.
"Sir?" He turned to the Nanny.
"Mamacita Rose. How have you been? When did you come here?" He asked, with a smile.
"This evening, heard you went to a party. She doesn't want to eat, seems pissed, and had locked herself in her room. I'm worried." The older woman creased her brows out of worry.
"Hmm, don't worry. I'll make her eat when she wakes." He replied, and she nodded.
Taking the stairs, he was determined to punish his stubborn manipulating wife!
TBC
