I walked up to them, stabbed his man in the back, and winked. “Three.”
“Cheater.”
“You’re welcome. I just saved your life!” I rushed off for any free guy that wasn’t fighting with my men. One guy crashed into me. My knife fell from my hand. He punched me in my jaw. Pain rattled my teeth. I tried to grab the knife on the ground. He had his hands around my neck. Seconds later, he stopped my breathing. It felt like I’d swallowed a jug of cement and it was drying. I gave him several jabs. He kept his grip on my neck. I shoved my knee in his crotch. It didn’t loosen the hold. I batted at his arms. My head went dizzy. I almost lost my footing. I punched him in the crotch. He grunted and let go. Right as I began to attack, a knife sliced his throat.
The man fell.
Maxwell winked at me. “Four.”
“No one cares.” I rubbed my neck and searched the ground. All around me men barreled and punched, jabbed, and shoved. Blood splattered the ground and floor. I was glad I’d told Naveen to have a cleanup crew ready. Finding a butcher knife, I picked it up and scanned the packed hallway of violence. “Where are you, lucky number four?”
Dead men scattered the ground. Just as I was about to go for the last guy by the door, Anatoly snapped his neck.
“Fuck!” I scowled at him. “He was mine.”
Anatoly gave me an odd look. “You didn’t want me to kill him?”
“Sorry.” I straightened my jacket. “Ignore me. I’ve let a game get out of hand.”
Anatoly backed away and took out another knife.
Maxwell appeared with his jacket off and shirt torn. “Five.”
I frowned. “Bullshit.”
“Five, man. I’m a beast with the knife game. What can I tell you?”
I glanced back. “Where?”
Maxwell pointed. “Dude on the ground over there.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t see him.”
“You didn’t look.”
Dima came up. “No, Maxwell. I killed him.”
“Not really. He was getting back up,” Maxwell countered, “I helped the dude stay down.”
I shook my head. “Doesn’t count if you didn’t give the kill shot. You only have four.”
“I still win.”
“The game is not over yet.”
I pressed my hand against the door. It slipped open.
Moaning rose in the air. All of us turned our attention to the events of the room. One Asian woman licked another’s pussy while a blonde lapped at her asshole.
“Yeah. That’s what I like.” Maxwell tilted his head possibly for a better look.
And where’s Leonid?
I checked the left. Another woman snorted lines of coke off a black woman’s breast.
Maxwell nudged my shoulder and gestured to the right. “That’s your man over there.”
Sniffing cocaine off his finger, a naked fat man pumped his dick into a stuffed animal. As Circuit had said, it was a jumbo stuffed white pony with a pink and yellow bow around its neck. I vowed to never buy one for Natalya. I could never get this image out of my mind.
Anatoly and Dima entered before us. Then Maxwell and I walked inside. So drugged out, none of the room’s inhabitants stopped what they were doing.
Maxwell pointed to the disgusting guy. “If I kill him that counts as two.”
“It doesn’t.”
“It should. He’s the bad guy. In a game, the bad guy is worth more.” Maxwell looked down as if just realizing he no longer wore his jacket. “Damn. No more knives.”
“Aww.” Grinning, I showed him the butcher knife in my hand. “Is that right?”
Frowning, Maxwell grabbed his duct tape and pulled out a strip. “I don’t need it anyway. I’ll go old school on this motherfucker.”
“What are you going to do with that?”
“Duct tape his nose and mouth. It’ll suffocate his ass.” He rushed his way.
“Fuck!” I charged for him.
Maxwell grabbed my shoulder and yanked me back.
The man finally noticed the noise, stopped pumping, and slung the white pony at us. We both jumped out of the way, not wanting to be touched by that particular stuffed animal.
He jumped on the bed. His small dick wiggled. He screamed in Russian, “No! No! It was my brother! I have no problem with you, Misha!”
Even with him jumping on the bed, the women continued to lick and lap at each other.
How drugged-out are these people?
I gestured to Dima. “Get the women out of here.”
“No way.” Maxwell waved me away. “Allow me to handle these fine young ladies.”
I returned my attention to the naked idiot on the bed and switched to Russian. “What do you mean it was your brother?”
“Leonid hired those Chinese guys or wherever they’re from. I told him to leave it alone. He said he couldn’t. My brother was always stubborn. Please don’t kill me.”
“Who are you?”
“Aleksander Turgenev. I’m the baby.”
“That’s why you like to fuck ponies?” I gestured to the brutalized stuffed animal on the ground.