Chapter 7
Merry Christmas to you all. I hope you guys are having a good time with your loved ones. Since I can't gift everyone I'm going to give you an update today and probably tomorrow.
My wish for this year is that all writers who are new just like me shouldn't give up even if you feel like the book ain't worth it. Just write it for you and let the plot lead you. For some of us writing is an escape.
Disclaimer: There may be some mention of violence in this chapter for those who maybe triggered kindly skip and wait for the next chapter.
Merry Christmas once again and happy holidays to you all.
"Please get down detective," the guy Sammy who Scorpion referred to said.
I listened to him putting away my gun. He drove away from the crime scene where I could hear the sound of bullets ricocheting.
After driving for about ten minutes Sammy asked me to sit up.
Even after being a detective for over a decade I felt useless in the face of danger.
A criminal had to be the one to save me.
I wondered what my father would have thought about it. At the thought of my father my heart slightly paced remembering our previous encounter. My old man heard about Suarez and I worked for the mafia after our mishap with false accusations.
"Can't you do anything right. You useless piece of shit.
I haven't wasted my resources and connections for you to end up in the police force working under stupid murderers.
" Every word he said was like a knife poking my heart.
Him looking down on me was something I was used to since my childhood. The less I said the better.
"Am I not talking to you. You disgrace. You disgust me!" He yelled. My mother just watched trying to calm him down when he ended up slapping her and she fell down.
"Stop dad that's enough. It was a mistake on my side and it will not happen again, mum had nothing to do with it," as soon as I said those words I regretted it.
He started punching me until I was on the ground.
That's when the kicks started mercilessly.
I didn't utter a word because I knew he wasn't going to stop.
"Raphael stop, you are going to kill him!" I could hear my mother pleading. When he eventually stopped all I could feel was the numbness in my heart. I would never be good enough of a son no matter what I did.
I felt someone place their hand on me bringing me back to the present. "Detective Williams did any of the bullets get to you?" He asked observing me.
"No. What was the attack about. I thought you were left behind. Who were those people who were after you?"
Ivan Bratan stared at me making himself comfortable as he climbed in the backseat with me. The man who he had left with during the gunfight came back with an injured arm. "Will you be able to make it to the hideout with that bullet wound?"
"Yes boss. It looks like I was grazed nothing too serious." From my peripheral view I could tell that it looked more than a graze but I chose to remain silent.
Noticing how Ivan ignored my question I remained silent for the rest of the car ride until our destination.
It was a warehouse twelve kilometers in the forest where human civilization appeared scarce.
I jumped out of the car after Ivan observed my surroundings to check possible escape routes.
In case of a gunfight like on the road. There were four men guarding the entrance armed to the tooth.
Upon seeing their boss they made eye contact and a hand gesture crossing their arms over their hearts with a shallow bow. I didn't know what it meant but as we got in all the men inside did the same when they saw Ivan.
A bulky man filled with tattoos on his face stepped forward and greeted Ivan.
Ivan pulled him to a corner where they started a heated discussion from what I could tell was in Russian.
Catching words like the shipment was successfully delivered.
Tearing my eyes from them I took in the warehouse and it was impressive.
It looked like an office more than the typical warehouses. With desks computers and over thirty people each committed to different tasks. Sammy and the other guy had disappeared in one of the many rooms. I was left stranded trying to figure what role I had in any of the operations taking place.
When Ivan's eyes met mine he walked towards where I was standing looking confused.
"Detective Williams, you are going to assist in moving the new armour that has been delivered.
When you are done see me in the last room to the right on the second floor of this warehouse from there I will let you know what needs to get done afterwards. "
True to his words one of his men directed me to a truck full of boxes that must have had weapons. I did my best ignoring the pain I felt on my ribs and stomach where my father had repeatedly kicked me. I was not a weak man I would never let any of them look down on me on a simple task.
I felt the stitches I had begun to tear but I paid no mind to it as I continued moving boxes. After finishing the last box I felt a wave of dizziness hit me like a tidal wave trying hard not to vomit. I put down the box in the room with about ten surveillance cameras where they locked the weapons.
Swallowing the bile making its way to my mouth I made my way to the room I was directed to.
I knocked on the door twice before I heard a faint come in.
What lay before the door was a beautiful set up of a house where the living room had an open plan kitchen with the bathroom and bedroom being in separate rooms. Ivan was nowhere within sight but I could hear the shower running.
He came out of the bathroom with only a towel draped on his waist. His black hair dripping water while he dried it off. His muscles flexed under the movements he made then his eyes landed on me.
An enigmatic stormy grey making me freeze in my steps while something so strong seemed to reflect in them.
" Were you shot detective?" He asked. His voice laced with concern as he took slow deliberate steps towards me.
My heart was racing against my chest with the way his movements made my insides turn.
I tried to control the blush that was so badly trying to show on my face when he stopped just in front of me. He stared down on me an inch taller than me. His hand went for my shirt and immediately I was pulled out of the trance his eyes put me in. My defense mechanism kicking in.
"What are you doing? We can't!" I exclaimed rapidly. There was a dangerous fire dancing in his eyes anger kicking in. "You are bleeding detective," he murmured taking a step away from me. His words made me stare down my stomach where the white shirt I was wearing was stained with blood.
Embarrassment creeped in on what I had tried to accuse him of. He left the room leaving me shocked then came back after sometime with his clothes worn a bit hastily his hair still looking wet. He had a first aid kit in his hand directing me to have a seat.
"Take off your shirt detective," he requested."Before you start jumping into conclusions you should know I am not a rapist. I love things which are sweet when given rather than bitter when forcefully taken."
Could my day get any worse.