Chapter 4 Beloved dead wife

• ●Back in Murmansk●
• The man in his thirties halted close to him and daringly shoved the iPad in front of his master's eyes, the master seemed to have a 'paralyzed face' as no expression or color graced his handsome face rather he just bothered to land his silver greyish orbs onto the screen, which showed a red glowing beeping spot, indicating some matter of great importance.
• 'These fools!'
• Ronan Ross did not bother to hold the iPad from slightly shaking hands of his right hand man, Niall, who was trying hard not to shiver as it will only cause inconvenience to his master who had honoured the iPad with his merciful gaze, despite endless efforts he was shaking that even his teeth were clattering in that cold gusts of breeze, which had the capacity to freeze his warm running blood in the veins.
• Unlike Niall, Ronan was calm and his eyes were darted onto the screen which showed some location, a few miles away from Murmansk, close to the city dwelling.
• The man seemed to be frozen in his place as anyone would have concluded but only his acquaintances could sense that the great Ronan Ross was calculating the things first in his mind, which was working devilishly on a fast pace.
• To play a beforehand film then to proceed according to it, was the specific style of Ronan Ross. Nothing special? The mafiya Lord had multiple ways to kill a man, possibly the stuff of nightmares. His men did not have any tinge of concern and mercy in their eyes let alone remorse in their hearts.
• The servant did not dare to utter anything as he had already attempted a blunder by shoving the iPad without permit, the master didn't lift his eyes off the screen while the poor servant was barely holding it now with his limbs going numb in that freezing cold temperature.
• "Niall?"
• Finally the great Ronan Ross parted his lips to speak and the only thing which left his mouth was his name but it relieved Niall, who had acknowledged the situation right away that soon they will be leaving the freezing cold bay.
• The man servant realized that his master was all done with his planning and now the real show was about to begin, Niall knew that Ronan would not refrain himself from being merciless because the intruders had chosen the wrong place to poke their heads!
• "Fill me in on the weapon status and number of men we have right now?"
• Ronan's serene yet powerful voice fell into Niall's ears, forcing the man to lift his eyes while the man servant was muddling to himself.
• "Master, we have about thirty men who are completely armed with different weapons, Sig sauer, shrike throwing knives, derringer, stun grenades and two guns for each."
• Niall listed out the weaponry items they were having at the very moment without a pause, all prepared with every kind of information, no wonder he was the chief of the mafia men.
• And it was enough for them to deal with a bunch of fools, Ronan Ross had trained his people personally as the men were mafia enforcers and could survive easily for days without any weapons on them.
• "Good enough. Prepare for our departure and tell them the good news, is it, right Niall?"
• Ronan faced his right hand man, and that was the moment when Niall felt himself ready to dive into the mess once again like an ordinary warrior under general Ross, as he used to do, sure the man was missing those days of fighting in the 'battlefield'.
• Niall shrank his hands back and held the iPad close to his chest, the man wanted to curl himself in a round ball to hide under some blankets.
• "Yes, master, indeed it is a golden ticket to the big time for a few men to prove their skills."
• Niall nodded in agreement and by now his eyes were beaming with joy whilst Ronan remained rooted in his place with hands in the pockets of his oversized fur coat.
• "Mhmm."
• The Ross heir replied with a hum and averted his gaze to watch the vast stretched sea again, while Niall felt a sudden cold chill down his spine which reminded the poor soul that they were still standing in the midst of 'mountains' of snow.
• 'I won't let you off for stepping into my heaven!'
• Ronan closed his eyelids and heaved a deep sigh which had a tinge of utter sadness that became visible in his eyes upon the remembrance of his 'heaven'.
• 'Hehe, they invited the wrath of the devil upon themselves, this is going to be fun!'
• Niall was giggling inwardly, pitying on the fates of those fools who dared to step into the farmhouse of the mafiya king, Ronan Ross.
• Although, the little heaven was kept closed and no one was allowed to step inside the house. Ronan used to visit it after every week to do the cleaning stuff all by himself, but those thugs had chosen a wrong day to break in when the Lord was already under the Russian sky and stay there for a party!
• Inside the BMW Ronan was tapping the pores of his fingers on the armrest while his head was tucked to the headset, Niall could see how impatient his master was getting to wring off the necks of those intruders who had dared to cause a ruckus in the house of his late wife!
• Diving slowly yet cautiously on the road which was cleaned to pave a way for vehicles, Niall had to remain alert while the driving session. Although, the luxurious BMW was bulletproof but still the mighty Ronan Ross was on the wanted list of police, on the top he was currently in Russia which was certainly not his territory rather the homeland of his beloved late wife, Amaris.