CHAPTER FOURTEEN #2
I’ve never seen this side of her, she’s confident and sure of herself.
Nikolai grins, his eyes light up like he’s just hit the jackpot. He takes pleasure in knowing that behind her tough exterior, she’s broken, she’s hurt, she’s angry, and he’s one of the main reasons for her nightmares.
“You sick fuck!” I say as I stomp forward and close in on him. “Do you want her to pull the fucking trigger?”
He laughs. “She wouldn’t dare hurt the man she truly loves.”
“I don’t love you, Nik. I never did.” She spits in his face.
He laughs. “Oh, come on now my Natty-cat. You don’t have to pretend just because you’re standing with my brother,” Nikolai says and bites down on the barrel of the pistol.
“We may be blood but you’re not my fucking brother. You’re nothing to me.” I grit my teeth, pull Natalia away and place the gag back into Nikolai’s venomous mouth.
“I fucking hate him,” Natalia mutters in frustration, just loud enough for him to hear as we turn our backs on him and walk toward the door where Artem stands guard.
A loud bang and men shouting alerts us that something is going down outside. Gunshots ring out and I move Natalia away from the door. “Get to the back of the room.”
She does as I say.
Artem looks at me with an ice-cold expression, not moving an inch. “It’s fine, Dmitry.”
“It’s fine?” I ask furrowing my brows and scrunching my face.
“It’s just Volk and his lapdogs. Not to worry, the lapdogs either leave or die, but we’ll make sure Volk is kept alive.
Miroslav left strict instructions that he’s yours; a gift from the Ropes.
” Artem looks down at his phone and watches the action as it’s live streaming from the building’s surveillance cameras.
“See.” He flashes the screen at me and I observe the chaos.
Artem’s men take out Volk’s bratva with ease. I smile as one man drives his blade through the neck and down behind the ribs and into the heart of one of Volk’s pathetic pigs.
“That’s an impressive motherfucker right there,” I say with steady excitement.
A pang of jealousy hits.
Fuck, the way they’re killing evil men feeds my craving to rid the world of these motherfuckers. I want to join the Ropes and slay the monsters.
No, I have to remain here by my girl’s side. Her safety is my number one priority.
Volk’s voice echoes down the hallway and vibrates the door. It swings open.
“I’ve come for my son. My men have left. It’s just me. Let’s talk this out like men, Dmitry. Just you and I.” He commands as if I’m a fucking puppet like his men.
Does he really think I’ll ever do as he says?
Fine, I’ll play along, you sack of shit. Let’s do this.
“You, me, Natalia and Nikolai. If this is what you want, I guess I can be a saint and bless you with your final wish. It’s more than you ever gave to my mother.” I rest my hand over the pistol on my waist.
“I don’t have a weapon. Your men took it from me,” Volk says and pulls a chair from the side of the room. He sits down and takes a cigar from his pocket, lights it up, places it to his lips and sends a spiral of dirty smoke into the air.
“Don’t judge me.” He shrugs his shoulders, leans back, widens the gap between his legs, and laughs.
Fucking svoloch. You’re not taking this seriously, are you?
Ah, you have no fucking idea what I’m capable of.
You see a young man, tall, slim not built like the steroid fueled men you’re used to surrounding yourself with.
They’re weak men. Easily killed. I handled a bunch of them myself at the farm.
They went through the grinder, down the well, but you .
.. you don’t know that. And your ignorance is exactly what is going to be your downfall . .. you just don’t know it.
I laugh casually, but the look of confusion on his face sends my dark side spiraling and my laugh turns maniacal.
“What’s so fucking funny to you, boy?”
“You really didn’t do your research, did you? I ask.
He looks back at me confused but with a smirk masking his true emotions. “I don’t need to do any research on you. You’re a farmer’s grandson. The son of a whore. You’re a nobody, a nothing, the worthless result of a forced fuck.”
“You’re right. I’ve accepted that I’m evil spawned from evil.
You’re telling me nothing new. My grandpa is more than just a farmer.
He’s more of a man than you’ll ever be. In fact, you should wish you were half the man he is.
Why the fuck do you think a dozen of your men lay dead outside and the rest abandoned you?
” A vein pops along my forehead and muscles tick on each side of my jaw.
My rage wants to escape and unleash hell on this motherfucker, but I calm myself and laugh.
I’m fucking unhinged. I know I can fuck with him. Yes, I’ll have so much fun with him, let’s play this fucking game.
Natalia moves toward Nikolai. I grab the front section of a chair and position it so that when I sit, I can see them both. I ensure I’m close to Volk so if my psycho takes over, I can reach him with ease.
“You think I care about any of the men out there? You’re a fucking slabak, Dmitry. I’d never truly claim you as my son. No son of mine is so weak minded. It’s a pathetic trait to have.”
“I’d never want to be your son, Mikhail.
Calling yourself Volk doesn’t make it true.
You’re a weak man. You’re a coward. You’re only here because you had no choice.
You thought you could come here and take back your little son of a suka.
” I lean forward, pat his knee and grin like the unhinged maniac I am.
“That’s no way to talk about your brother. Why don’t you tell your little slut to untie my son. You know he fucked her first, don’t you?” He blows a cloud of cigar smoke toward me.
“I see you. I see what you’re doing. Now you keep my girl’s name out of your mouth, do you hear me?” I lean forward and tap my hand patronizingly around his face. “And you see these hands?” I expose my palms and turn my hands over—slowly, intentionally.
He scowls. “I see the hands of a bastard child.”
I shake my head and tilt my chin. “No, what you see are the hands of someone who thinks nothing of taking the life of someone evil, of someone depraved, of someone like your son over there.” I chuckle at the thought of forcing this prick to watch as I torture his precious son.
“I’m not the little fish here. That’s you and this little operation you’ve got going on.
You’re na?ve if you think I haven’t heard of The Ropes.
If you think I don’t have an army on standby to come here and clear this place if I don’t walk out of here in the next twenty minutes with the one son I care for, the one I came for, the one who I proudly gave my name to.
The one who honors his father, his family, his blood.
The one who will protect his roots. Not you, Dmitry, you’re too weak to be my seed.
I’m certain when I say your mother was a whore.
It wasn’t just me who fucked her while she struggled to escape.
” He laughs. “It was several bratva enforcers. But I must admit I took a special interest in sweet little Anna with her virgin pussy. I was the first man to fuck her.” He places his cigar to his lips and inhales.
I lean forward and take it from his mouth and toss it onto the ground. Then place my hands on either side of my chair and push myself to my feet. I gesture for Volk to follow as I tread over to Nikolai. Natalia instinctively handles her pistol and points it back and forth between the two of them.
“You’re going to stand there and you’re going to watch, and there will be nothing you can do about what’s going to happen.
What will happen. What is happening.” I speak casually, confidently, knowing my words haunt him because it’s a truth he must accept.
I grip the handle of my pistol firmly and point it at him.
Natalia trains her pistol solely on Nikolai and her barrel never leaves him.
“You think I’m going to run scared. You think pointing a gun at me will make me back off, make me want to run and cower in a corner?
I’ve had men much scarier than you threaten me.
Men with power behind them. Men who can back up what they threaten, men who always prove their words true. I’m not your prey, Dima.”
“Oh, you might not be prey, but I don’t want prey.
I’m not a little bitch like you Mikhail Zorin.
I know you’re a predator ... in every fucking sense of the word.
That’s why they call you Volk. But guess what motherfucker?
I’m the grandson of a fucking lion. I’m not scared of death, and you know what that means?
” I chuckle. “I can embrace my psycho and let the real me flourish.” I continue, turn and make steady strides toward him.
He backs off but I reach out and hit him with the butt of the gun. He raises his hands protecting his skull from further damage, but in doing so he allows me to use the butt to punch into his stomach. He’s winded and stumbles backward.
“Take a seat,” I say and push him back into his chair. I take hold of the handcuffs Artem’s men left underneath a blanket on the floor, and I cuff him to the chair.
“You fucking pussy,” he barks.
“It’s time for me to put on a little show.” I taunt him and drag the back of the chair across the room. The metal feet scrape and bump along the cool marble flooring.
“I think they should both be punished, Dima,” Natalia says as if she’s been waiting for this moment her entire life.
“Svetlana, your mother, loved me,” Volk says with conviction and looks at my girl.
I shake my head and laugh, knowing his words will only fuel the fire within Natalia.
You’ve hit her red button. Wrong move, motherfucker.