26 The Insidious Plan

Rufus Ivanov hated it when his subordinates were too ambitious. They often overestimated themselves, thinking that they could do better than Rufus, and thus sought to replace him as the gang leader.

And that was why Rufus had to shoot one dead every two weeks, sometimes every week. Thankfully, his recruiter team told him that it was no problem at all.

Many young men from shady neighborhoods all over Russia worshipped him and would be glad to give up a finger or two to join Rufus' gangster organization.

The thing was that most of them didn't really know what they were in for.

All they saw was the women and the money. The two things that all young men wanted to have at the same time and as soon as possible.

They didn't know how much blood Rufus bathed in, night after night.

Yes, that was the second type of subordinate that Rufus hated. The craven ones.

Those who freaked out once they realized what kind of business they signed up for.

A good gang member should be able to maintain a poker face even if his parents or wife or children were shot in front of him.

Rufus knew that of course.

He executed his own wife when the latter betrayed him and sold him out to the police.

Ah, yes.

That was the third type of person that Rufus hated. The traitors.

Ever since he had to kill his wife with his own hands, Rufus lost trust in all women altogether. He used women as playthings and bed warmers. Never more than that.

In his eyes, they were worth less than his brothers-in-arm. Which was why Rufus was never stingy with his women. He gave them away like candies to his most loyal gang members after they completed arduous tasks one after another.

Tonight, he planned to spend the last night with Olga, one of the women that he procured from a remote village and ended up keeping as a pet.

Olga was very meek. A beautiful cat-like girl with porcelain skin, blue eyes, and soft light brown curls that framed a lovely oval face.

Rufus already promised Olga to Haeni, one of his best men if he succeeded in sealing the deal with their new client. The fool had fallen in love with Olga at the first sight.

Well, if Haeni could perform better with Olga by his side, Rufus did not mind at all.

He just wanted to have one last taste before he handed the vixen to Haeni.

As soon as Rufus entered the room, he told Olga the same line he told every woman that he slept with: "Lie down and open your legs, bitch."

Olga shivered from fear, but she complied.

She went to lie down on the bed and spread her legs for Rufus. Tears built up in her eyes, but she did not dare to spill them.

Rufus always had his gun with him even during sex.

"Good," Rufus praised with a smirk.

He set his gun on the table and started undoing his breeches.

Olga was only wearing her nightgown without any underwear. When Rufus lifted her legs and pressed them against her chest, he was greeted by an enticing sight.

"Beautiful. You really know how to make your pussy appealing to men."

The gang leader was just about to have fun with Olga when one of his men brazenly knocked at the door.

"Boss!" the man shouted, his voice full of sorrow and grievances. "Boss, Haeni was shot at the restaurant...!!!"

Rufus ripped his eyes open in shock.

Haeni?

Shot at the restaurant?

How could he be so dumb?

Rufus quickly put on his pants and answered the door.

"How did it happen???" he grabbed the messenger by the collar and demanded an explanation.

"He... He... That woman was there. Olga..."

Both men saw their aghast looks reflected in each other's eyes before one silent bullet flew from the back side of the room and went through the men's heads.

She then calmly dragged Rufus' subordinate's body toward the window.

After "Olga" fired a bunch of shots through the window and destroyed it completely, she pushed the man's body out of the window.

Fast as lightning, she then took off her prostitute disguise and dressed as the elder woman who managed the private brothel for Rufus Ivanov.

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed in a heart-wrenching way before she plopped down at the entrance of the room.

Having heard the sound of gunshots, men had already rushed to the scene. When they found the elder "brothel keeper" on the ground, they quickly tried to get information from her.

Boris, Rufus' second-in-charge dragged the poor woman to her feet, almost leaving her legs dangling in the air.

"Who???" he screamed in Russian. "Who killed the boss???"

Unfortunately, Irene, the "brothel keeper", was too shocked to say anything. She kept mumbling incoherent words between sobs.

"Tch!!!"

Seeing that he was not going to get anything out of Irene, he pushed her to the ground mercilessly. "A bunch of trash!" he spat at the ground, almost hitting Irene in the face.

All around him, the men knelt on one knee.

"What the fuck are you all doing???" Boris shouted.

"Boris, Rufus is dead. The gang is yours. Please give us your first order, Boss."

Boris took a deep breath. He raked his fingers through his hair. His gaze wandered to the gaping hole that used to be the window.

"Damn it. Novosibirsk is our territory. Go and find the killer on the streets! He must still be around. Arrest anyone who looks suspicious!!!"

The men left, leaving Boris and Irene alone.

An evil smirk spread on Boris' face once he no longer had to pretend to care about Rufus' death.

He turned around and pointed his gun at Irene.

"Thank you for the hard work. Die Rache is indeed amazing. Unfortunately, I cannot let you live as well. Say hi to Rufus from me, and tell him to have fun in hell."