Free Mutilator from the Grave by P M Thomas

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    He would wipe them all off the face of the earth, cleansed from existence. Victor would be paying Evengi's club an unexpected visit.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    Evengi sat in his throne room, immersed in his world of organized crime, gloating like the monarch of death, mayhem and corruption he was. He basked in his powerful empire, big in the company of his armed goons at his beck and call.
    Without them to protect him, he would be as weak and defenceless as the skeletal wretch he despised, for he saw a reflection of his own self in him, what he really was behind his operations, his desk and his suit.
    The sins of his past were buried under a sea of ignorance and indifference, he was not losing sleep over the systematic murdering of two young lovers at the prime of their romance in cold blood. In fact, he enjoyed it.
    Killing people was no different from shooting a deer or a bear, it was a cruel sport in his eyes, and the more crueller it was, the more enjoyment he got out of it. It was his favourite type of blood sport. He preferred pulling the trigger himself on his kill rather than allow one of his henchmen to do the honours. Seeing them die in front of his eyes, by his own hands was more rewarding for him than bedding a woman. His erection and climax came with inflicted pain and death on those below his imperial feet.
    Some may have called him psychotic and homicidal, but those with a mouth on them did not live long enough to tell their tale after he blew their brains over the floor and dumped their bodies in the lake.
    The crime boss did not consider himself a psychopath who got an intense thrill from killing, he looked at it in a different light, it was his profession and he was good at what he did. A talent like his could not be afforded to go to waste.
    He enjoyed his job, and there was no finer work than one that was enjoyed. It became more of a hobby with perks.
    Evengi leaned back, lit up a cigar and blew out a ring of smoke, he relished his kingdom forged by his own laborious hands.
    It was so good to be the king.
     
    The monarch's relishing in his mighty kingdom would have to wait. His castle had been invaded, the king was under siege.
    Down below, calamity shook the floor. It was not the rowdy, boisterous yelling of the customers having a wild time. It was the piercing commotion of the dancers, drinkers and staff running for their lives, yelling in a panic at the invader barging his way in.
    Trouble was forcing itself into Evengi's territory, a rival organization with some nerve or a death wish were storming his operation, with intentions to take it over. They had another thing coming. The crime boss would have their nerves cut out and grant their wish for death. His henchmen hurried out, locked and loaded to take the threat out. Evengi reached inside and pulled out his own pistol, any that came storming into his office unannounced, the last thing they would see is a well shot bullet flying for them.
    Deep down, he hoped it would come to that. Evengi looked forward to firing his gun off and lightening its load into some penetrated flesh, filling the body full of his lead. His cock hardened at the very idea of it.
    His weapon could not wait to go off with a mighty bang.
     
    Evengi listened out for the gunfire and chaos of a furious shootout, awaited to hear the intruders mowed down by the oppressive fire of his lethal weapons. What his keen ears picked up was not the case.
    Gun fire from his forces boomed and rattled throughout the nightclub, the opposition on the other hand did not fire a single shot. They had to have been the most passive adversaries to challenge the  Borisovitch family.
    Except the enemy was not passive either. The shrill screams flooded the dance floor combined with the slashing of flesh and of bone. The intruder was using a bladed weapon to eliminate the competition.
    When he glanced out his window