15. Mackenzie
Chapter 15
Mackenzie
I groan and sit up, strong hands helping me.
My head is pounding, but I’m okay. The seizure was a small one. In fact—and I feel guilty thinking this when I look at the frightened faces around me—it was almost a blessing that it happened. It was a mere blink of an eye compared to most of my seizures, but it was enough that it created a distraction.
It worked. Grigoriy, Igor, and Pale-Eyes are on their knees for us.
I don’t merely want to kill Grigoriy Stepanov, I want to make him fucking suffer. I want to make him pay. He ruined Kirill, if the ghost of a man in front of me is anything to go by.
“I think we need to get you to a doctor,” Dom says to me.
“I’m okay, really. I’ve had way worse.”
“Your mom said you need to be kept quiet after.”
“I’m okay, Dom, truly.” Then, because I’m so happy he’s here, I throw my arms around him and hug him.
One of the soldiers addresses Tino. “She seems awfully keen on your friend.” He juts his chin out at us hugging.
“They’re family, Leon,” Tino says smoothly.
The three captives are hauled to their feet and pushed to the far wall.
“Do you want us to shoot them in the knees for you?” the man Tino called Leon asks casually. “They’ll live but be in screaming agony.”
Tino’s lips purse, but he shakes his head. “No, even that’s too good for them.”
Kirill walks over to his father and stares him deep in the eyes. “You’re going to die now. I hope it was worth it, you disgusting piece of shit.”
“You think you can kill me and take over?” Grigoriy spits back. “You’ll be dead in a month. The sharks in Moscow will eat your entrails.”
Kirill cocks his head. He’s still pale—still eerily calm—but that blankness is receding. “Ah, that’s touching. You think I want your shitty empire?”
Grigoriy frowns. “It’s your birthright. What else will you do?”
“Not be you. That’s enough for me. Oh, but I will do one thing.”
“What?”
“Take my fucking watches back.”
Of all the things Kirill has said to his father, this seems to offend him the most.
“The fuck you will!” Grigoriy yells, rearing back.
One of Tino’s men is holding Grigoriy’s arms, but the huge Russian lunges forward and headbutts Kirill right on the nose.
Blood splatters across Grigoriy’s face as Kirill’s nose crumbles. The crunch is horrific and turns my stomach, and I let out a scream, clamping my hands over my mouth. Before any of us get the chance to react, the bastard attacks again, smashing his forehead into Kirill’s skull this time. Kirill goes down hard.
“Fuck,” Tino shouts.
He races to Kirill, and two of Tino’s men bend to check him over.
“He’s out cold, but he’ll come around,” one of the men examining Kirill says. “We need to get him laid down and quiet for when he does”
“How do you know?” I ask, trying not to cry.
“Combat medic in my previous life,” he replies. “Can we take him out to the vehicles? I have a medical kit.”
Dom glances at Tino, and they both nod. “Yes, it’s probably best he doesn’t see this next bit, anyway.”
“You need checking over too, Miss,” the ex-medic says.
“Not yet,” I argue. I can’t leave this room right now. Not until I’ve seen justice done.
“But Miss?—”
I interrupt. “I promise when this is over, I’ll let you thoroughly check me out. But I swear I am okay.”
“She’s good,” Dom says, surprising me by taking my side.
Tino takes charge, addressing his men. “In fact, you all need to leave. Place two men outside the door and two at the top of the stairs, but give us some privacy.” He jerks his chin at the priest still cowering in the corner. “And take him with you.”
The priest holds his hands out in front of him. “Please, don’t kill me. I won’t say a word, I swear. I never wanted to be here. They made me, just the same way they made you. I know how to keep my mouth shut.”
Tino takes his phone back out of his pocket and snaps a photograph of the cowering man. “Just know that if you ever say anything, we will find you.”
“I won’t, I won’t.” He does the sign of the cross again. “I swear.”
“Okay. Leon, let him go.”
Leon and Diego exchange worried looks, but they nod. It’s clear they know how to take an order.
“Yes, sir,” Leon says.
“Duchess, you sure you don’t want to go with Kirill? This is about to get nasty.”
Tino gives me the option of leaving again, but I shake my head. Resolute.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I say.
“What did they do to you?” Dom asks once we have the room.
Tino has a gun trained on the men, and Dom and I are watching the three of them.
“They made us—” I stop and swallow, and then try again. “They watched Kirill and me together. They … they … that one, he masturbated on us.” I point to Pale-Eyes. “But he’s the worst,” I spit as I point at Grigoriy. “He’s sick. He touched me. Made me do things. He showed me that disgusting thing between his legs and said he was going to make me suck it.”
I hadn’t realized I had started to cry until the dampness tickles my cheeks.
I wipe them away. He deserves only my anger, not my sorrow.
“You like forcing people?” Dom says to Grigoriy. “Like to watch?”
He looks at Tino.
“My friend here likes to watch, too, don’t you, Tino?”
Tino nods and pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Yeah. I like to film it, too.”
“Can you imagine one of your little movies, starring the head of the Stepanov Bratva with his men?”
Grigoriy snarls. “You fucking sick pieces of shit.”
He tries to struggle but Tino’s guy punches him in the gut, and Grigory doubles over.
“Takes one to know one.” Dom shrugs.
He takes out a small but sharp-looking serrated knife and walks to Igor. “I am giving you two options. I cut your balls off, or you go over there to your boss and pull his pants down.”
“What?” Igor’s face is a picture of disgust.
“Pull his pants down and suck his cock until it’s hard.”
“It won’t get hard because I am not fucking gay, you fucking piece of human trash,” Grigoriy screams.
“Let’s see, why don’t we?”
Igor shakes his head, and Dom cuts a big, jagged tear in his trousers right by where his package is. Igor lets out a strangled cry.
“Next time, I’ll slash at your cock the way I did your pants. I mean you could end up bleeding to death from your cock, or … you just give your boss a blow job and then we let you go. You’re not the one we want. He is.”
Igor swallows and stares at Grigoriy. He won’t do it. He’s too scared. Too terrified of Grigoriy. As if he realizes this, Dom slashes Igor’s thigh, making him scream in terror, and then stabs it right into his underwear. Igor wails, and it’s inhuman. Blood starts to ooze around the knife, and I have no idea exactly what part of his anatomy was hit.
“Best leave that in there because if I pull it out you might bleed to death, and your balls might empty their contents all over the floor, and no one needs to see that.” Dom sneers.
Pale-Eyes retches.
Dom turns to him, his eyes blazing. “Guess it’s your turn to find out whether you want to suck your boss’s cock and leave alive, or bleed out here.”
“I’ll d-d-do it,” Pale-Eyes stammers. “You’re going to kill him, right?”
“Oh, yes. Painfully.”
“Okay. Okay. Yeah, okay?” He’s muttering as if talking to himself.
“What’s your name?” Dom asks him.
“Vadim.”
“Go and pull his pants down, Vadim.”
Still on his knees, he shuffles over to Grigoriy, his head bent. His shirt is dark with blood from the bullet he’s taken to the shoulder. He must be weak and dizzy, but he knows if he doesn’t do this, the next bullet will finish him.
I’m sure the guys are going to call this off any minute. They’re just scaring them. But when Vadim reaches Grigoriy, Dom walks up to Grigoriy and points a gun at the back of his head.
“Don’t move,” Dom says. Then he addresses the man on his knees. “Suck him like your life depends on it, because it does.”
Grigoriy struggles and curses, and when Vadim pulls his pants down, taking his underwear with it, I understand why. He’s ragingly hard, and Tino is filming.
This will destroy his legacy in the macho, patriarchal world of the Bratva.
His cock is massive, the head dark and swollen. Thick veins run up its length.
“Jesus fuck, did you pay to have that thing enhanced?” Dom laughs.
Some part of me can’t let this happen. I hate Pale-Eyes—Vadim—for what he did to me, and Grigoriy, too. They all deserve to die, and I will pull the trigger myself, but doing this makes us as bad as them.
“No,” I say. “Stop this.”
But to my shock, Vadim ducks down and sucks half of Grigoriy’s cock into his mouth. His lips are stretched around his huge girth, and his pale eyes go wide. He chokes and gags a little but doesn’t pull back.
Grigoriy hisses, but his hips buck as he pushes farther in. Vadim gags again, and from the expression on Grigoriy’s face, he likes it.
He moans, and Vadim does too. Jesus Christ, were they all screwing each other or something?
Grigoriy grits his teeth and fucks Vadim’s mouth harder. I imagine he’d grab Vadim’s hair and hold him in place, if only his hands weren’t tied behind his back.
“Are you getting this, Tino?” Dom asks.
He’s lowered the gun now. If this is to look real, it won’t work if Grigoriy is being held at gunpoint.
“I don’t know if this is enough to ruin his legacy.” Tino shrugs. “I think we should make Vadim here fuck Grigoriy in the ass.”
“No, please,” I beg. “This is enough. We’ve got what we need on camera. We’ve ruined them.”
Dom and Tino exchange a glance, and Tino gives a tiny nod.
“Okay, you can stop now,” Dom commands the two men.
But Grigoriy shakes his head, his hips continuing to thrust. His ass muscles are bunched tight, and he crowds Vadim back against the wall, so the other man has no chance of pulling away. He’s weak and bleeding, and now Grigoriy is using him like a human fuck toy. The noises they’re both making turns my stomach, and I’m sure Grigoriy is going to empty himself down Vadim’s throat at any moment, if he doesn’t choke Vadim with his cock first.
I don’t want Grigoriy to have that pleasure. He doesn’t deserve it.
“Stop!” I yell. “I said stop.”
“Fuck off,” Grigoriy snarls. His hips are pumping as if he’s got no control of himself anymore. He’s violent in his need.
With a couple of swift steps, I grab the gun from Tino, and he whirls around in shock. “Kenzie?”
“Turn the fucking camera off,” Dom snaps.
Tino stops filming and puts his phone down. “What are you doing?” His tone is cautious, as well it might be.
I aim the gun at Grigoriy’s head. “I told you to fucking stop.”
Finally, his hips stop moving and he backs away. Vadim falls to one side, coughing and choking. I have no sympathy for the man. Serves him right. Grigoriy’s disgusting thing is red and so swollen it looks painful. His hips give a little jerk and I realize he’s still fucking, but just air. His cock leaks, and he groans. I stare at him in disgust. He’s nothing but an animal.
My hands are shaking like crazy, but I keep the gun level.
“Okay, Duchess, you stopped it. We’ll take it from here.” Tino touches my wrist, but I jerk out of his touch.
“No.” I step right up to Grigoriy, who still has his disgusting snake hanging out of his pants.
“You want to suck my cock, Kitten?” Grigory snarls. “It would look perfect shoved down your throat.” He looks at me and laughs. “I know deep down you wanted me. Wanted a real man to fuck your holes. What a fucking waste.”
He knows he’s dead now no matter what, and he’s lost all inhibitions.
“I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last man left alive. I’d crawl through a tunnel of shit to get away from you. You’re pathetic. Nothing.” His cock deflates as I speak. “You’re a pale imitation of a human being, and you lost it all. Everything. Most of all, you lost your son.”
I step back, and with the gun steady now, I stare in his eyes. “When I pull this trigger, Tino will get a lovely photo of you with your pants down, your cock all pathetic and shriveled and that’s what will be your legacy. That’s what your men will see. You will be a joke. A seedy little punchline. And you deserve every damn minute of it.”
I aim, close my eyes, breathe, and squeeze.