Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline

Chapter 19- And It All Comes Crashing Down

WARNING: Homophobia, Racism, and Torture

Helpless. Otabek was helpless to do anything but watch as these heathens broke the spirit of the love of his life. He couldn't do anything but let Yuri's heart be broken down by the harsh words of the man in front of him. There were three men holding him back and a fourth holding a gun to his head. He didn't dare speak, lest one, or both, of them wind up dead before they could figure a way out of this.

"You know I'm getting real sick of your dirty little mouth." The man growled and grabbed a fistful of Yuri's long blonde hair, yanking his head back at an uncomfortable angle. He stuck the barrel of the gun in the boys gasping mouth and held it there, a look of malice in his eyes. "That's better you little fruit, bet you like that."

Otabek's rage was boiling inside of him. He couldn't watch this. This asshole had no right to touch his Yura. How dare he. Fucking monster. His muscles twitched, he need to move, needed to protect. But he was stuck.

"6 years ago, the Solntsevskaya were in a war with the Plisetskys for control of western Russian. Your father Alexander was a tough man and he was close to closing in on our major ports. If that was allowed to happen, the Solntsevskaya would lose control over Moscow and the Plisetskys would have won.

We came up with a plan, one that would get rid of our Plisetsky problem without raising any suspicion on our part. So we caused a car accident. Something to wipe out both Aleksander and his heir in one fell swoop." The man told the story sinisterly as the tears forced themselves out of Yuri's eyes and down his cheeks. Otabeks heart dropped.

No. This couldn't be happening. He knew how torn up Yuri had been over his parents death, had listened to him crying over it more times than he could count. To think that it was all traced back to these men was a cruel outcome.

"You were never supposed to survive that crash, and your dedushka was supposed to be too old and weak to retake control of the bratva, but obviously not everything went to plan. After the crash, Nikolai was suspicious, even though there was nothing linking us to that incident, so we had to lay low for a while. Then when we heard that the precious heir to the Plisetsky throne was a little fairy drag queen with no interest in the business, we lost interest in you. That is until Ilya came to us." The barrel was pushed even further into his mouth and Yuri gagged. Fuck these bastards. But now more than ever Otabek knew he had to be still.

"He let us know that Nikolai was still planning and handing the reins over to you, and despite what we had heard, you had every intention of continuing on the Bratva. We were kicking ourselves for lost time, should have just made sure you were dead from the start. But all's well that ends well right?" He pulled the gun out of Yuri's mouth.

"Any last words?" The man cocked his gun and aimed it right at Yuri's eyes. The young Russian let out a sob, and turned his head to face Otabek.

The tears that Otabek had been holding back found their way to his eyes and he looked at this beautiful boy merely feet away from him. He was crying his eyes out full of terror and despair and there was nothing Otabek could do to save him. He cursed himself for ever holding himself back when he knew all along that he was in love with Yuri. Had he given in sooner, they could have had so much more time together. More days holding him, seeing that beautiful smile, hearing his brilliant laugh. Watching him become a fierce fighter and powerful man. More time spent holding him during the night and replacing all his pain with the love he had been wanting to give since he first met the boy.

But this was it. He was going to watch his love killed before his eyes right before he no doubt would also face his untimely demise. It wasn't fair. But fuck, when had anything in Otabeks life been fair. He watched the tears rolling down Yuri's face as he opened his mouth to speak in a broken voice.

"Otabek, I lov-"

*BANG*

Suddenly the door behind them sprang open and Otabek took the split second that his captures looked away to break out of this prison. He shot his left leg out and swiped the man with the gun off his feet before using all of his strength to roll forward and out of the grip of the three distracted men.

Gunshots rang out as Viktor, Mila, and Georgi rushed onto the roof and turned the tables on the Solntsevskayas. He knew he could leave these 4 to them and instead turned his attention to aiding Yuri. The blonde had knocked the gun out of his assailant's hand and the two were currently engaged in hand to hand combat. Otabek drew one of his guns that had until this time remained concealed under his jacket and inwardly laughed at the idiots who had been holding him for not taking them from him. And now they will all pay, with their lives.

He soon realized though, that he couldn't shoot the bastard wrestling with Yuri without risking hurting him, so instead he rushed over and tackled the man with brute force. He beat him over the head multiple times, payback for all those terrible things he said to his Yura, before grabbing him and holding him up to face Yuri who was scrambling back to his feet.

"Say your fucking sorry you bastard, how dare youspeak to him like that." Otabek growled in his ear, the man groaning in pain.

"Huh? Sorry to this little fag-aghhhhh!" He screamed when a pair of tiger print stiletto boots kicked him right in the stomach.

"Oh I'm sorry, what was that?" Yuri smirked a sinister grin that looked so beautiful to Otabek right now. There he was, the fierce little tiger. The man coughed and groaned and then tried again to speak.

"Fuc- ughhh" Upper cut to the jaw.

"Sorry one more time I couldn't hear you." His Yura snarled. The chaos around them ensued, Otabek could hear more gunshots, and more sounds of fighting. The three Plisetskys were technically outnumbered, but that had never stopped them from conquering before.

"How does it feel to get your ass kicked by a 'little fairy drag queen?'" Yuri roundhouse kicked him in the face this time. Otabek almost smiled, always one for dramatics. The man spit out blood and- was that a fucking tooth? That's his boy! Yuri leaned in right in front of the other man's face and spit on him.

"I am a KING and you will not not live to see tomorrow peasent." Yuri met Otabeks eyes and silently asked him to do what Otabek had been wanting since the moment this cretin started speaking to the teenager.

He dropped the man on the ground and stomped his foot HARD against the cold cement, just to release some of his own frustration, before pulling out his gun and shooting him in the back of the head.

Immediately he looked up at Yuri to see how he was handling himself, images of the kitten getting sick over Ruslans blood came up in his mind. Instead he was met with the fierce icey eyes of a tiger who had taken down its prey. Dangerous and beautiful. It was like the world had stopped around them as Yuri began to move towards him in slow motion.

Without thinking about anything else besides the boy he loved being safe from harm's way after teasing death, he let himself be pulled in by his kitten as he planted a passionate kiss on Otabeks lips, throwing his arms around the tallers neck and Otabek helpless to do anything but pull him closer. The embrace was short, but full of meaning as the pair recovered from their almost loss in the best way they knew. Love. The world had disappeared around them, they were all alone on this high of relief. It was too good, too sweet, too perfect of an ending for an otherwise shithole of a night.

And then it all came crashing down.

When they finally pulled out of their lover's embrace, Otabek realized for the first time that he wasn't just blocking out noise, it truly was deathly quiet atop the rooftop that until a moment ago rang out with gunshots. He turned his head, still holding his little prince in his arms, and immediately felt his blood run cold.

Standing at the entrance to the rooftop was none other than Nikolai Plisetsky surrounded by no less than half a dozen henchmen. The Pakhan was looking at Otabek with a glare that could kill a man, and Otabek knew it was over for him. The elder gangster was flaming mad and ground his teeth together while extending a single finger towards them.

"Seize. Him."

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"Thats what you get you fucking faggot! Always knew ther was something wrong with you, only too pleased to be looking after that little fairy boy" Demetri laughed to himself as Otabek coughed up blood, refusing to make any sound while the two dimwits beat the hell out of him.

He was strapped into a nailed down chair in one of the cement cells deep under the Plisetsky townhome. There was no way of telling if he'd been here for minutes, hours, or days. When you're being tortured, everything tends to blend together. Although this wasn't like any torture he'd gone under before seeing as no one was trying to pull answers or information out of him yet. Just pain and cruelty.

Otabek didn't struggle when he was tackled on the rooftop, his Yura ripped out of his arms and his arms forced behind his back at an incredibly uncomfortable angle. His right shoulder felt like it had been dislocated but who knows with the exceeding amount of pain the rest of his body was in.

His left eye was swollen shut, his right hand broken, and he had numerous open wounds from the exuberant flogging he had received at the hands of Sergei. He's just glad they hadn't tried to remove any of extremities yet. Somehow he was resolved to his fate, had always known it would end this way. And if this was his penance for being able to be with his Yura, he would gladly sin again.

"So tell us Otabek, did you start fucking him from day one, or did you wait a while until that little fairy came onto you?" Sergei taunted and Otabek once again refused to answer, just shot him a nasty glare for speaking so poorly of Yuri. That earned him another blow to the face.

"Oh the Churka doesn't want to talk?" The older man taunted. "Told the old man that letting in one of these slanty eyed bastards would bring nothing but trouble." He sneered and then spit in Otabeks face. His anger rose, and he desperately wished that he could wipe the offensive substance from his face, but he would not give them the satisfaction of speaking. They didn't care about his answers anyways.

The two had not hid their disdain for Yuri well during Otabek's almost 9 month long employment for the Plisetskys. They were constantly making comments about the way the teenager behaved, dressed, and insulted his sexuality. They were typical old school thieves in law, where men only were allowed to behave in certain ways and homosexuality was a crime punishable by death.

"Well if you aren't going to respond to us now, we have other ways of making you talk." Demetri smirked at him and then disappeared through the metal doors, presumably to go and grab whatever torture device it was that was supposably going to make him talk, leaving him alone with Sergei.

It was quiet for a few moments before the bulking man came down to Otabeks level and began to speak softly right into his ear.

"So tell me, how was that tight little ass? Been waiting for ol man Nikolai to kick the bucket so I could get me some of that." If Otabek hadn't been, well Otabek, he would have looked at the older, fat, bald man with a look of shock and disgust.

"Was it just as good as a women? I bet it was. Put that smart little mouth of his to better uses. Fuck I would love to see him cry pretty litle tears while I ruin that ass." Otabek was enraged and disgusted by the words, his vow to stay silent harder to break now than when they were beating and taunting him.

"And then when I was done with him, I'd leave him wet and filthy, outside with the trash like the little homo deserved. Now that you're out of the way it'll be all too easy, so thanks for getting caught you fucking bastard." Sergei barely had time to finish before Demetri came back in the room with a device that had Otabek stiffening up.

He had been of the giving, but never receiving end of electrical torture, but from what he'd seen ths was going to hurt like hell. There was no way he was going to be able to stay silent through this.

"I look forward to hearing you cry, churka." Sergei chuckled before walking over to the corner of the room and grabbing a bucket of cold water which he then threw over the Kazakh.

The two men set to work setting up the machine, one turning the machine on and letting it warm up, as the other began attaching the wires to Otabek one of each of his nipples, a few fingers, and the big toes on his bare feet.

"Now let's see how silent you are." said Demetri as he turned on the device and Otabeks vision whited out with the excruciating pain that coursed through his body. A guttural sound was pulled from his throat as his entire body convulsed. The bodyguards just laughed and mocked him still. It felt like an eternity until he turned the machine off and he struggled not to release a whimper.

On, off, on, off, it was a never ending hell for Otabek that felt like years of his life. His brain was slowly becoming unable to comprehend anything other than the pain coursing through his body. His eyes watered, he screamed, he thrashed, over and over again. He tried to think about why this was worth it. His Yura, his precious Yura. Tried picturing his face, his laugh, his fierce fighting skills, but everytime the electricity was turned back he could think of nothing but the pain.

Hours later, he was wishing death on himself. At least then he could rest. His throat was raw from screaming, his skin rubbed raw from his restraints. He could smell his burnt skin from where he was attached to the electrical wires. Finally, hen OTabek was ready to start begging for them to just kill him, the heavy door to the cell creaked open and in walked a somber and menacing Nikolai Plisetsky

The man had an air of deathly intentions and Otabek immediately took notice of the custom revolver strapped to his hip. He was puffing on a cigar and wordlessly walked over to Otabek and snubbed the cigar out on his chest. With his body and mind weak from the torture he couldn't help the pained groan that slipped from his. The smell of tobacco and seared flesh burnt the air around them. When he was finished he tossed the remnants of his cigar on the ground and stood tall and proud in front of the battered Kazakh.

"Altin. I am going to give you one chance to tell me the truth with each question I ask. If I think you are lying you will be dead before you can finish your sentence." The Pakhan growled in a low tone. Otabek didn't want to point out that he was dead no matter what he said so instead he mustered up enough strength to speak.

"Yes sir." The seat rolled down his body.

"How long has this been going on?" The man asked and Otabek didn't really know how to respond. He had known he had feelings for Yuri about 2 months in. 4 months before it became love, but only a few weeks ago did he let his feelings be known and reciprocated. That's probably what he was really asking though…

"A few weeks sir." He answered, trying to be as polite as he could.

"I see, and have you slept with the boy?" He asked and Otabek felt himself wince. Straight to the point.

"Yes sir I have." He kept eye contact while admitting his sins. Nikolai's hard face wrinkled in disgust.

"So let me get this right. I find you rotting away in a prison cell, make them a deal to get you out early, bring you into my brotherhood, and my HOME with the easy job of protecting my grandson, and you betray me in this way?" The older man's voice boomed through the cement room.

"I never meant to betray or disrespect you sir, I wasn't lying when I said I would pledge my life to the Plisetsky name." He answered hoping he didn't sound rude.

"Yes but now we all know why. So you could prey upon Yuri, a child might I add." Otabek felt the ice running through his veins. Yes. Yes he knew it was wrong, that Yuri was too young, that somehow it would always end up this way, with him slowly tortured to his death, and yet…

"I love him sir." Otabek admitted out loud and waited for the bullet in his brain. When there was noth9nig but a hard stare in returned, he found his courage to go on.

"I apologize for my behavior, I betrayed your trust and acted unprofessionally. I tried, I really did, not to love him, told myself all the same things. He's too young, he is your grandson, he is more than someone like me could ever dare to be with. But after months and months of denying the feelings inside of me, it proved to be impossible to deny."

"Ha! You dare speak to me this way, I told you if you were lying i'd-"

"I'm not lying!" Otabek yelled and thanked his lucky stars his head wasn't blown off right three for interrupting the Pakhan. He could imagine what Sergei and Demetri were looking at him like, but he never took his eyes off Nicholai.

"I love Yuri. He is the most amazing person I have ever met. He is strong, and brave, and smart, too smart for his own good and that's what gets him into trouble sometimes. He wants more than anything in this world to prove that to Russia and to you sir. I know that everyone around here thinks of him as a frivolous little boy, but underneath that tough exterior there is so much more." He paused and took a shaky breath. This was probably the last sentence he was ever going to be allowed to speak, amazed he wasn't dead already.

"The only thing I regret is that I will not be around to see the man I know he is capable of being. The strong, independent Yuri 'the Ice Tiger' Plisetsky, leading the Bratva to even bigger and better days. I am sad to have to miss all of that, but I am not sorry for the time I had with him. He has made me a better man than I could have ever been without loving him. I'm thankful for him for being in my life for any amount of time. I don't regret a thing." Otabek finished, trying to keep his voice from shaking in the end.

Nikolai just stared at him with that hard face of his and the silence rang in the room. The second stretched long as the old man seemingly grappled with his thoughts and then reached for the gun on his hips.

"I hope you remember that while you're rotting in hell Altin." Nikolai said as he drew the Gun and pointed it at his head.

Otabek lowered his head in defeat and whispered to himself in Kazakh. "қош бол менің кішкентай ханзадам."*

*Goodbye my little prince

You guyssssssss. We are so close to the end of the fic! I want to thank everyone who has followed this story so much for their support, the kudos and comments mean so much to me. After this we just have one more chapter and the epilogue! How the hell is Otabek going to get out of this one? My poor sweet baby Beka, why do I make you hurt so.

I promise guys the next chapter will be worth it! I'll try and get it out ASAP i know I keep leaving yall on cliff hangers!

I have also officially decided to change the name of this story to "The Bratva Prince." once the Epilogue is posted, thanks for your input!