Epilogue
DMITRI
Everything I have always wanted is now in the palm of my hand.
I’m the most powerful man in all of Eastern Europe, and men who thought I was beneath them now bow and scrape to me.
I have my pick of fresh pussy any time I want, and the women beg me to take them.
My mind turns to Elena, and for a moment, I let myself miss her.
She was the closest thing to a partner I could ever have hoped for—none of these bitches who suck my dick could ever come close.
Elena was the whole package, but fucking my uncle was most definitely a betrayal.
Even worse, she was Maxim’s sister—that fucking complicated things.
But as they say, two birds, one stone.
Knowing that I have ripped Grace and Maxim apart makes me losing Elena somewhat bearable because I know Grace is at home grieving for a life she can never have.
It’s the perfect revenge. I’ve decided to leave the jewels behind, they are Nikolai’s legacy, and I need to create my own path.
The men can keep their jewels, wherever they are, they are no longer needed here.
Ding
An email appears on my screen, it’s late, but I click on it anyway. There’s no sender name, which is strange. It’s a voice recording.
“My uncle needs to die,” my voice echoes through the speaker.
I scramble to turn it down and quickly scan the room. Thankfully it is empty. I press play again.
“I don’t care how you do it, just make sure nothing leads back to me.”
How the hell did someone get this?
Another anonymous email comes through to me.
Let the games begin.
THE END