~From Ashes to Passion~ [Multicouple Series #3]

~06~ Bloodshed

Czar lifted the whiskey to his lips, took a sip, and then... his expression turned to one of pure displeasure. 

He clicked his tongue, swirling the drink in his glass before leveling a slow, unimpressed gaze at Mikhail.

"Mike," he drawled, his tone laced with mock disappointment, "since when did you start serving such pathetic whiskey at your club?"

Mikhail's eyes widened. 

"Seriously?" 

His club was world-famous for its top-shelf alcohol, not just in Russia but across the globe. 

And his brother was calling his best-selling whiskey pathetic?

"Bro," Mikhail huffed, rolling his eyes dramatically, "this whiskey is the best-selling drink in this club! You're embarrassing your little brother in front of your enemy!"

Czar merely chuckled, downing the rest of the whiskey in one go before setting the glass down with an eerie finality. 

Then, in a voice so casual it sent deeper chills through the room, he said,

"Little one, rivalry is done with equals... not with filthy gutter worms."

And then he turned his gaze to Jimmy.

Jimmy stiffened. 

His pulse skyrocketed. 

His throat went dry. 

Because at that moment, he knew.

His end was near.

Czar rose from the couch with an air of unhurried menace, straightened his suit, and slipped one hand into his pants pocket. 

Then, with slow, deliberate steps, he made his way toward Jimmy.

Kush held his breath, his eyes wide. 

He had never seen something like this before. 

The power, the aura, the suffocating fear radiating off the man—it was terrifying. 

For the first time, Kush felt true fear.

Alyona, meanwhile, smirked, watching Jimmy—who had been barking like a rabid dog just moments ago—turn into nothing more than a wet, shivering mess.

She tilted her head and sneered. "What happened, Jimmy? Did your pants get wet already?"

Laughter erupted from the Sidorov men, the sound echoing through the club like a cruel symphony of amusement.

And in that moment, Jimmy knew.

There was no escaping the devil tonight.

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Jimmy collapsed onto his knees, his trembling hands pressed against the cold floor. 

His pride, his arrogance—everything had crumbled in the presence of Czar Sidorov. 

His body shook uncontrollably as his forehead touched the ground.

"Пощады, босс, пощады!" he pleaded, his voice hoarse with terror.

("Mercy, boss, mercy!")

Alyona and Mikhail smirked, exchanging an amused glance. 

As expected. 

They had known this would happen. 

They had seen it happen before.

Czar stood there, towering over Jimmy with an emotionless face, his cold, steel-blue eyes void of mercy.