Deadly Silence (complete) Chapter 114

Sokolov leaned his head back and glared at Samuel. “That’s none of your business, is it.”

Samuel held back a sigh. Sokolov being there was a problem. Was the Russian mafia playing a part in all this now or had the man gone rogue? How would this affect the relationship with the Sokolov family? Could he treat Ivan like an enemy?

“You were careless,” Samuel began, hands tucked away in his pants’ pockets. “The Demoine family is under my protection.“

“You didn’t—“ the unknown man began to say.

“Shut up!” Sokolov snarled, silencing his partner. Turning his head, he glared at Samuel. “It’s none of your business.”

“Ah, but it is. My son was harmed because of you. Are you going to tell me this sort of thing would be ignored back in the motherland?”

A flush swept over Sokolov’s face as he glanced away for a split second. “My family will come for you if you do anything to me.”

“You think I’m stupid enough to leave anything behind to suggest I knew about your movements before suddenly disappearing?” Samuel countered with a smirk. “Don’t be an idiot. You’ve been a pain in my ass since day one, and now I have the perfect set up to make you disappear without drawing attention to myself.”

“They’ll find out! They always do. Kill me and they’ll kill you and your family! Maybe even have some fun with that daughter of yours while you’re forced to watch.”

It was like the man’s words had sucked out what remained of Samuel’s humanity. Ice flowed through his veins as he walked up to the man and kicked his injury without holding back. The scream of pain that came from Sokolov did nothing to alleviate the burning cold that encased Samuel from within. “Sebastian,” he began, not looking away from the *thing* that wouldn’t survive the day.

“Yes, sir?”

“Make him live as long as possible.”

“Yes, sir.”

Sebastian went to work, grabbing the back of the chair and dragging the man away without care to the sound of scrapping that came from the legs of the chair dragging against the floor.

“Wait, wait!” Sokolov cried out. “You can’t do this! My family…!”

“Won’t ever find out,” Samuel assured him with a look devoid of emotion. “It will be like you simply vanished in the night.”

Sputtering, Sokolov struggled against his bindings without success until he was half out the door before shouting, “I can tell you who hired me and why!”

“Shut up!” The other man shouted this time. “We’ll all die!”

“You’re dead anyway,” Samuel shrugged carelessly. “If you talk it changes how *long* we take to kill you. Either talk or enjoy a very, *very* long last day of being alive.”

“The Curator!” Sokolov shouted, now somewhere down the hall, the scrapping of the chair echoing through the open door.

“Sebastian.”

The sound stopped for a second before starting again, stopping only once Sebastian had dragged the chair back into the room. Turning it around just inside the door, he finally let go and crossed his arms, waiting for his father to give another order.

“What’s the Curator want with the Demoines?” Samuel asked as he moved a few steps away and turned so he could see both captives at once.

“We weren’t going for them,” the Russian continued.

“Shut up, Ivan!” The other one shouted. “He’ll kill everyone!”

“Fuck that,” Sokolov shouted back, spit flying from his lips. “I’m not being tortured! Let them all die for all I care!”

“You bastard!”

“That’s enough,” Samuel interrupted, voice monotone as he looked to Sokolov. “Continue.”

“We were just going to get a phone, that’s it.”

“A phone?” Samuel repeated, brows raised in surprise. “Five fully armed men broke into the Demoine house … for a phone? You must all be inept if you needed five people for that.”

“Tch,” the Russian sneered.

“We were suppose to take the Demoine girl after getting the phone,” the other man finally exclaimed.

“Shut up!” Sokolov roared, but the other man ignored him.

“We couldn’t leave anything behind and the boss demanded we bring the girl back to him, which is why we went with five. One for the phone, two to make sure the parents didn’t realize what was going on, and two to keep the girl from making a noise and fighting back.”

“Still overkill,” Gabriel muttered loud enough for everyone to hear, making the corner of Samuel’s mouth twitch with an unseen smile.

Gabriel had told them about the phone Abigail had said was Vivian’s, but to find out it’d been connected to these men was… not as surprising as he’d expected, now that Samuel thought about it. Her having a secret burner phone was something he’d already added to the list of things to ask about later on, along with Thanksgiving and what might be on her own phone, according to Tyrell.

Samuel pulled out the phone in question and flipped it open to look at the tiny screen. “You mean this phone, right? Why did the Curator want it? How were you supposed to find it in that house?”

“It has a tracker.”

Samuel’s head whipped around to stare at the unnamed man. If the phone was being tracked, then that meant this place was compromised.

Turning the phone around, he pried off the backing and pulled out its battery. Next came the SIM card. Neither of those looked to have been tampered with so he assumed the tracking device was embedded in the phone itself.

Samuel tossed it to Sebastian, who left to dispose of it without needing to be told. Turning to Gabriel, their father paused. He couldn’t ask his middle son to help move the men, not with the injuries he’d incurred.

Making up his mind, Samuel turned back to the captives and drew the gun he’d grabbed before leaving the house. Holding it by his side, he looked between the two of them. Ivan Sokolov was worth more than the other, but Samuel hated him and would like nothing more than to get rid of the man then and there. Instead, he shot the Russian’s partner twice in the chest.

Holstering his gun, Samuel moved to Sokolov and grabbed the back of the chair, returning to what Sebastian had been doing before the men had started talking.

They had to relocate and get this place sanitized as fast as possible, in case the Curator decided to send others to retrieve the phone that was, for some reason or another, so important.

The chat Samuel needed to have with Vivian was beginning to turn into something much more serious. He just hoped it could be done without losing what little trust he’d managed to gain.