THE RUSSIAN MAFIA'S ANGEL

Ares entered into a room, and Xander was already there waiting for him with his outfit for the night.

"Why exactly are you dressing here when you have a room?" Xander asked the second he saw him.

"The girl is in my room," he replied nonchalantly, as he picked the pants first from the bed.

"The girl? Is Ava back?" He asked, his face contorted with confusion.

"Ava is not back, and I was talking about Hades' daughter," he said, stripping to his briefs, before putting on the pants.

"Why do you never call her name?" Xander asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Why are you questioning me?" He replied, zipping the pants he had just put on.

"I mean, Angel is a pretty name, won't you agree? And besides, she's a gorgeous girl." He shrugged.

"You know what your problem is, Xander?" He moved to a rack, and grabbed an oversized coat.

"No boss, but I'm certain you won't hesitate to tell me," he said.

"You learnt how to speak English, and you've not shut the fuck up ever since. Shut up, Xan."

He wore the coat, and it matched perfectly with the equally baggy pants, and a bare chest.

His tattoos served as the inner shirt, therefore, there was no need to put on one.

Tonight was going to be quite the night, and he wanted everything to look perfect, including himself.

"Alright boss, but you did ask me to go out with the princess. I mean fair is fair," he whined.

"Do you know how many people would kill to go out with the princess of Prague?" He asked, putting on his shoes.

"I see her as a sister. Nothing more."

"Because of Lucy?" He rose to his full height, and stepped closer to the mirror.

"Luciana," Xander grinned. "Now that's a woman!"

Ares shook his head. He could waste his breath telling him things would never work between him and Luciana, because she was simply looking for a come up, but he didn't want to waste his breath.

When the time came, Xander would learn, and it would be a funny sight to see.

"Everything set?" He asked, turning to face Xander.

"Yeah, but I don't see darling anywhere," Xander replied, looking all over him.

"That's because I didn't bring her with me. Apparently, Hades' daughter is afraid of guns."

Xanders lips trembled uncontrollably. Unable to hold it in, he cackled loudly.

"What?!" He asked through his laughter.

"You heard that right. Girl is scared of guns, and fucking food. Wonder what that fool did to get her that fucked up."

"Didn't you say guns are blasted for sports at Hades turf? How does she cope then?"

"Don't know, don't exactly care. The second I get my diamonds and my feel Hades' anger, I'll return her to her father. They can go to hell for all I care." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"You're forgetting something, boss," Xander said.

"And what's that?" He walked up to the bed in the room, and picked up another gun from under its pillow.

"We're already in hell," Xander grinned smartly.

Ares bobbed his head. "Yes we are."

The banging music drifted into Ares' ears as he made his way underground.

Ragazza was built in such a way that it was akin to a small City.

From outside, there was only one known way in.

But from within, everything was interconnected.

The doors to the Ragazza club opened, and as he stepped in, he was swallowed by a different world entirely.

He had the nightlife on a chokehold. Everyone looked to the Ragazza club for one heck of a good time.

Because it was underground, it did not only offer secrecy to the highest of profiles, it also created a safe space for them to explore their darkest desires.

"I thought you'd never come!"

He heard whining, and instantly knew who it was even before he halted on his heels.

"And you're here, why?" He asked, turning to face the princess of Prague.

"Because I can? You didn't think I was going to be here and not have a good time right?"

As she spoke, her eyes went to Xander behind him.

"You do know the girl he likes performs here?" Ares asked absentmindedly, as his eyes scanned the room which was filled to the brim.

"Are you trying to annoy me?" She hissed through her teeth. "I knew I should never have signed that contract. The nerve of him," she muttered under her breath.

"She's all yours," Ares said, as he spotted someone that didn't belong in the club.

"Bo—"

Before Xander could talk his way out, Ares had begun climbing the stairs towards the upper part of the room.

He arrived, just as the man he had spotted turned around.

A voice spoke into his earplugs at the same time too.

"He's here with a message from Hades. We allowed him in after certifying there's no shady business, boss."

He cleared his throat, as the man stretched out a hand.

He was going to ignore the gesture, because he didn't just shake anyone's hand. But when he saw the note in his sleeve, he accepted the handshake.

"You're done now," he said, as the note entered his hand.

"One more drink at least? I had no idea this place rocked this much," the messenger said, bouncing to the tune of the music.

However, as he turned against Ares to get some more drink, two bouncers were already there to grab him out.

Ares turned, and descended down the stairs again.

At the other wing was his section, but first, he had a note to read, and two girls to talk to.

He walked straight to the cold room, and Ivar was with him in less than a minute.

"Should I bring her in, boss?" He asked when he saw Ares sit, with his legs crossed.

It could only mean he meant business, and not of the good kind.

"Aren't they two that hurt her?" He asked.

"Yeah. One maid, and one of the strippers. But I heard Lucy handled the maid."

"Doesn't matter. Bring both of them in. It's time to have a little chat about the do's and don'ts when it comes to my captive," he said, a dangerous glint forming in his eyes.