Searching for Stolen Love by Kenneth Szulczyk
Chapter 18
Sasha awakened around 10 PM in his den. He lay sprawled out unconsciously on this brown leather sofa while his head throbbed in pain. He massaged his temple and sat up. What in the hell happened? What were his last thoughts? How did he end up sleeping here so early on the sofa? His mind searched for his last memories before losing consciousness.
Then Sasha noticed the two wine glasses on the coffee table. He drank all his wine while Svetlana never touched hers. He picked up his wine glass and sniffed it. He only smelled the sweet residual of a fine red wine.
Then Sasha picked up the bottle of wine and examined it. He noticed a white substance had settled to the bottom in a thick layer. He swirled the bottle, watching the milky powder whirl at the bottom, like clouds swirling during a spring thunderstorm.
Sasha's eyes widened in surprise, and then he exploded into rage. He became furious while his right cheek convulsed sporadically and violently from a nervous tic. Then he screamed, “That fucking bitch drugged me! I'm going to kill that bitch!”
Sasha opened the safe, hidden behind an oil painting of an 18th Century Street in Moscow, and he grabbed his Stechkin APS pistol, similar to a 9 mm pistol used in the West. “Tonight that bitch dies,” Sasha huffed under his breath and stormed up to Yelena's room.
The guard sat on a chair, reading a Russian newspaper, Pravda (which means “The Truth” in English). As his nervous tic pulsated wildly, Sasha screamed in rage, “Have you seen Svetlana today?”
The guard trembled in fear when he saw Sasha’s red face and his cheek twitching violently. He obediently replied, “Boss, I saw her about 30 minutes ago. She checked up on the girl inside. Then she left a little while later.”
Sasha barged into Yelena's dark room. He slammed the light switch on and saw what appeared to be someone sleeping in the bed. He rushed to the bed and peeled back the covers, revealing a mound of shoe boxes and clothes. Yelena had escaped!
The guard began to shake as he peered at the mound of clothes. Sasha yelled at the top of his lungs, “How'd the fuck did the girl get out of here?”
The guard trembled and shook with fear, as understanding pierced into his thick skull. He muttered, “Oh shit. Please don’t be angry, boss, but that dumb bitch tricked me.”
Sasha's rage increased a few clicks on a seismograph as he screamed, “What? How'd the fuck did she trick you? God damn it!”
“Svetlana checked up on the girl. When she left, she came to me and started rubbing against me. She stuck her tits in my face. I didn't see, but she must have unlocked the door…”
“What?”
“Boss, she said she wanted me right now. She kept touching me. Then she sat on my lap and started kissing my neck. She kept saying she wanted me. So I took her to the bathroom, so we wouldn’t get caught. I’m so sorry boss. I’m really, really sorry. I thought the dumb bitch was just horny and needed a fuck!”
Sasha raised his pistol and shot the guard. A round hole punctured the center of his forehead. The guard immediately tumbled onto the floor, dead.
Then Sasha ran downstairs and ran out the front door. He ran to the edge of the cul-de-sac to get a better view of the guardhouse. What he saw disturbed him. He saw Svetlana pull the pin from a grenade and tossed it into the guardhouse. Boom! And the windows blew out of the guardhouse while the inside filled up with white smoke.
Sasha saw the other blonde woman who resembled Olesya, hiding next to the door. He knew it couldn’t be Olesya since she had gone to the hotel to work this evening.
“Shoot the fucking bitches, goddamn it,” Sasha screamed at the top of his lungs, but to no avail.
Several guards ran to the front yard to investigate the commotion.
Sasha shot at the women with his pistol, but his rage clouded his judgment and his aim. He barely missed them as the bullets dug into the walls of the guardhouse while the women ran inside.
Then the gates began opening, and headlights appeared quickly in the driveway, as a vehicle sped through the gate.
Before Sasha knew the extent of Svetlana's treason, a small group of armed bikers started jumping out of an ancient rusty van and began shooting machine guns.
Then another van drove through the gates and maneuvered to the backyard.
Sasha ran back inside his house to rally his troops. Sasha looked forward to killing that treasonous bitch, Svetlana, although he puzzled over her actions. He so generously bestowed gifts and respect onto her. Then she turned around and disrespected him. That bitch will pay! That bitch will die!