Chapter 72
Chapter seventy-two
Dmitri
A foreboding feeling trickled through me as I entered the house of the last person I’d ever have to kill before this competition was finally over.
And it had nothing to do with my target.
I swiped down on my phone again, and nearly cracked it in my grasp when the notifications came back empty. Still no word from Alisa.
When I heard stiletto heels clicking towards me, my eyes begrudgingly moved away from the phone.
Like an addict unable to resist one more hit, I quickly checked the phone one last time before placing it in my suit pocket. There’d better be an update from Alisa when I was done here.
“Hello mother,” I said.
Despite the botox, her eyebrows managed to slide into a line.
“What are you doing here?” my mother asked without a hint of warmth in her voice. If anything, she sounded irritated. “You know better than to show up uninvited.”
The irony was rich since my successes had paid for her brownstone. I absently wondered if she’d left it to me in her will.
Probably not. Likely, either her personal trainer or racquetball coach. She’d certainly seemed to favor them when she’d neglected me for them when I was a child.
“On my final mission,” I said. “Ironic that they choose you, isn’t it?”
Her eyes widened. Then a multitude of emotions flashed across her normally impassive face. She stuttered for words as I swallowed the distance between us.
“W-what? What are you talking about?”
“Confused?” I tsked. “Did you really think the Pakhan gave a fuck about you, because you spread your legs for him a couple of times?”
Red splotches bloomed on her face, and I could almost smell the anger steaming from her skin.
“How dare you speak to your mother that way? I created you-”
“You certainly did.” I wrapped my hand around her throat. “Too bad you created a monster.”
“Shh,” I whispered when a few squeaks escaped her throat.
Panic flashed in her eyes as she realized she was about to die. I figured most people would feel some uncertainty about killing their parents. Yet I felt none of that while my mother thrashed futilely against me.
“I wonder if my brother would’ve stopped me,” I mused.
I shrugged when she gave no response except to try to claw at my hand.
“Too bad we’ll never know since you fucking killed him for being too weak.”
The light faded from her eyes. I tilted my head as I watched my mother descend into hell. When it was over, I dropped her to the marble floor and headed towards the door, praying that Alisa was already safe at home.
If anything happened to her, I’d make this world hell on earth.