Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Dimitri
I BURST INTO my father’s office unannounced, and he’s grabbing for his pistol strapped under his desk before I even make it two steps inside. When he realizes it’s just me, he sets the gun on his desk and breathes a sigh of relief. “Dimitri, you know better than to scare your old man like that.”
“You hired a doctor to examine Savina,” I grit out through clenched teeth. I’m not here for fucking chit-chat. I want to get straight to the point. “Why did you do that?”
“To make sure your brother isn’t getting damaged goods,” he says nonchalantly before pouring himself two fingers of whiskey from the bottle that never leaves his desk.
I could start spewing on about how we don’t live in fucking medieval times when this was probably common practice, but I know it would fall on deaf ears.
“Did you ask him to take pictures too?” I demand, my hands curled into fists at my sides.
I’ve never hit my father before, but I’m not past that point today.
If he says the wrong thing, I will make sure he’s eating through a fucking straw for the next few months.
“Pictures? Of course not,” he scoffs. “Why the hell would we need pictures?” he asks, confused.
I study his face for deception but find none there.
“He took pictures of Savina during the exam.” I can barely contain my anger as I grit out, “The bastard touched her inappropriately.” My father’s brows rise high on his forehead as a deep frown mars his face.
I’m happy that this news displeases him.
Because if he had any other reaction, I don’t know if I would have been able to control my next actions.
“I want the doctor’s name and address,” I say, my voice deceptively calm.
“Are you going to kill him?” he asks.
I simply give him a nod. It’s the truth, and I’m not going to hide that from my father.
“Just make sure to take care of any evidence,” he says with a wave of his hand. “I don’t want anything linked back to me or this family.”
“Consider it done,” I tell him.
I watch as he scrawls a name and address on a piece of paper before sliding it across his desk to me. I snatch it before stalking out of his office. On the way to my bike, I look down at the paper, and my eyes zero in on the name. “Well, Dr. Pershick, today is not your lucky day.”
I park my motorcycle a couple of blocks away and make my way to the address in the cover of darkness.
This part of town is old and rundown. Most of the houses sit vacant with overgrown yards and junk strewn about.
I tighten the backpack straps around my shoulders and make my way towards the doctor’s home.
When I reach my destination, I double check the address my father wrote down.
Yep, this is it. Cocking a brow, I look up at the two-story home.
The white siding is stained with mold, and there are vines covering almost the entire side of the old house.
It’s definitely not a place where I would expect him to live, considering his profession.
But I have a feeling Bradley Pershick lost his license to practice a long time ago.
Now he probably just does the dirty work for the mafia and mob bosses in the area to make ends meet.
Glancing to the right and left, I see the two nearest houses have no lights on in the windows.
Who knows if anyone even lives in them, but I’m not taking any chances.
I’m going to try to keep the noise at a minimum to draw less attention.
I don’t need any innocent bystanders being a part of this tonight, but I’ll do whatever I deem necessary to protect myself and my family.
It’s beginning to rain as I trudge through the backyard, and I can hear thunder in the distance.
Perfect. As I approach the back door of the house, a flash of lightning streaks across the night sky.
I wait for the thunder to sound, and at that exact moment, I kick my foot at the doorknob.
It breaks under the weight, and then I’m pushing my way inside.
The broken doorknob falls to the floor, and I pause, wait for movement or any sound coming from inside the house.
Hearing none, I pull my Glock from behind my back and hold it out in front of me, maneuvering through the kitchen and then the living room.
When I near the set of stairs leading up to the second floor, that’s when I hear it. Running water. The doctor is taking a shower. My luck just keeps getting better.
I do a quick sweep of the first floor, making sure no one is lingering in the shadows. Once that’s done, I make my way up the steps. They creak and crack under my weight as I slowly ascend.
The bathroom is at the top of the stairs, and the sound of the water running is much louder now. With minimal light, I scour the second floor until I find exactly what I’m looking for.
I push open the last door in the hall and realize this is his bedroom. The air is stale with the overpowering scent of sweat, mildew and cheap cologne. In the corner of the room is a dilapidated wooden desk with a computer.
I set my backpack down by the closet and go to the computer, powering it on. I see his cell phone perched on a wireless charger with a cable connecting the phone to the tower.
It takes a while for the sluggish machine to finally turn on. I’m expecting a password or code to unlock it, but the monitor lights up, loading everything onto the screen. Clearly, the doctor feels invincible and untouchable. He’s about to find out how wrong that actually is.
After a quick glance at the desktop, I find exactly what I’m looking for. Smack dab in the middle of the screen is a folder titled “Patients”. With a click of the mouse, I open the folder, and my eyes scour the files until I see one named “Savina C.”
My heartbeat falters as I hover the mouse over her name, not truly wanting to look at what I know I’m ultimately going to see.
Grimacing, I double click the mouse, and several pictures of Savina pop up in the new folder.
I only stare at her face — the tears in her pretty eyes and the look of confusion that slowly morphs into fear with every picture after the first.
Closing my eyes, it takes me a moment to curtail my anger.
My hand trembles as I reopen my eyes and grip the mouse, clicking back to the main folder.
At the bottom of the box, it tells me the total item count, and there are hundreds of files in here.
Hundreds of women and young girls that he violated over the years.
And I know some of them are underage, because the sick fuck actually put some of their ages in the file names.
Powering down the computer, I grab my backpack from the floor and walk to a large closet on the other side of the room.
I close myself inside, waiting in the shadows for the doctor.
My anger is practically spewing from every pore of my body.
I’m going to make him pay for every last one of his sins.
He’s meeting the fucking grim reaper tonight.
And when I’m done with him, there won’t be anything left of his body or his rotten soul.