Chapter 31 #2
I grin as I watch Nikolai take out three grizzly looking fuckers in rapid succession, clean shots between the eyes before they drop like bags of sand.
Dimitri covers him as they move toward one wall, blasting through men as they check the perimeter, separate, and start knocking off anyone else who tries to come in through the busted glass.
I can definitely tell they’ve done this before.
They work together seamlessly, playing off each other while being in nearly perfect sync. A dance they’ve danced hundreds of times, and it’s a beautiful thing to witness.
Unfortunately, I don’t get to enjoy it for very long because the doors of Boris’ office are blown wide open and right off the hinges, revealing another dozen meatheads in suits led by none other than daddy himself, all of them ready to gut us like fish right on top of the persian rug.
“Oh look, daddy’s home. Say hi boys,” I say as I go running, clearing an overturned sofa then baseball sliding under an end table as my beta starts shooting the guns out of their hands. “I have a boner, and I’m not dying until someone sucks it or fucks it!”
I slash the Achilles tendon of the two closest thugs as I slide behind them, cutting into the soft flesh behind the knees of two more before I hop to my feet.
Blood sprays against my face once I’m upright, Styx nailing the bastard coming at me in the jaw, crushing it with a hard hit from his brass knucks.
I shiver as I stomp on the fist of a dumbass at my feet, tap dancing my way through the bodies, kicking their guns across the room with moves that would make Gene Kelly jealous.
“So dramatic,” my beta says with a smile as he caves in the face of another idiot. “But the added flair is pretty sexy.”
I take a quick bow then go after Boris as he scraps the idea of defending his property in favor of trying to escape.
I pull the piano wire from my front pocket as a sick smile spreads across my face.
“You know you’re basically my father-in-law, right?
Let’s get to know each other,” I whisper in his ear as I lift the steel wire over his head and give it a hard pull under his chin until it’s scraping against his throat.
“You’re going to tell me all your secrets.
Like how many other men are on the property, and where your bitch wife is.
I want to know everything, my friend, and you aren’t going to fight me on it because you know what I’m capable of, and I know it scares the hell out of you. ”
“Fuck you, you flaming piece of shit,” Boris spits as he claws at the wire with one hand while the other swings his gun wildly through the air and fires at will.
“No thanks. While I definitely dig older men, you’re not my type,” I growl, pulling tighter until I feel the wire break skin.
“Then again, if you don’t tell me what I want to hear, I might fuck you in the ass with the barrel of Dimitri’s gun.
You know, the one you made him use to try to kill Nikolai? ”
One hard tug into the wound as it slowly splits open is all it takes for him to start singing like a canary.
“Vacation… house,” he gasps. “Hamptons… Three more… days.”
I loosen my grip slightly. “Very good. Now, how many more of your boyfriends are out there lurking around?”
“You’re going to pay for this, Glass. I gave you millions to bring my son home, dead or alive, not join up with him in his traitorous ways. You’re a dead man.”
“Wrong answer.” I yank hard and my smile widens as blood spurts against the side of my face. “One more chance.”
He drops his weapon and uses both hands to try to free his throat, his chest heaving as he gasps, “This is it!”
I give him a little slack and wait for him to catch his breath. “You aren’t lying to me, are you, Dad?”
“No.” He shakes his head the best he can. “Mia took most of our teams with her. I don’t send her away without protection.”
“That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”
“Let me go, you son of a bitch, and maybe I’ll let my sons live.”
“Sons?” I chuckle in his ear as I drag him toward the bay window outside his office.
“You keep throwing that word around like it means something. Your sons died the second you agreed to let that bitch you’re fucking have them killed.
They are both dead to you, and I’m inclined to return the favor on their behalf. ”
Boris starts breathing heavily, one hand still trying to get the wire off his throat, the other clutching the front of his button-down shirt. “I’ll triple what I paid you for Dimitri. Let me live, and I’ll make you a rich man.”
I chuckle in his ear, turning us so he can look out at his property one final time. “You already are, comrade, I don’t need your empty promises.”
“You are fucking dead, Glass. We had a deal, and you had the balls to disrespect me by not only going back on it, but you break into my house and come after my business? Fucking dead. I’ll make a goddamn ghost out of you once and for all.”
A sharp pain slices through my stomach, pain hot and sharp in my gut but it only lasts for a moment. A brief and fleeting moment as I slam Boris into the glass in front of us.
“One more question, dad,” I say far too gleefully for the topic at hand.
He growls and tries to push back against me. “Go to hell.”
“Where’s Tatiana?”
The dumbass freezes momentarily, his body stilling, his pulse quickening. “Keep my daughter out of this.”
I shake my head as I take the piano wire in one hand while I use the other to smash his cheek against the window. “I wasn’t the one who brought her into it, asshole. You signed off on her death and the bill of sale. So which is it?”
“What are you talking about? I did no such thing. I’d never let harm come to one hair on her head let alone be the one to cause it.
” Boris pauses, his mind probably racing and I give him a little more slack so he can think clearly.
For his sake and his daughter’s. “Tatiana is safe, she’s in the Hamptons with Mia.
You’re lying. Trying to get more money—”
I pull him back then slam him against the window. “You aren’t listening. I told you, you’re already making me a rich man, I don’t need anything else from you. Just the details of whatever sick fucking game you’re playing with your four year old daughter.”
“Tatiana is safe!” he shouts. “I’d never hurt her, never!”
“Never your daughter, only your sons, is that it?”
“They’re traitors! Perverse and sick! They brought on their own deaths by fucking each other and trying to have me killed! They betrayed me and their mother, they are dead to me!”
Interesting.
I was curious what kind of bullshit Mia pushed in order to get him to agree to have Dimitri killed.
Niko’s hit was easier to sign off on since he saw first hand that they had mated, and he fucking hated that, but taking out his only biological son wasn’t going to be as smooth.
Not until he had a little devil whispering lies in his ear, and now we know what was said.
“Release me and I’ll let them live. I’ll leave all of you alone, just free me so I can make sure my daughter is safe.”
“That isn’t your job anymore, my friend.
” With that, I pull as hard as I can, twisting the wire around my fists as I lift the bastard off the ground, sliding the metal cord through his throat like butter until I hear it pass through cartilage, blood spraying across the spotless glass in a fan before it runs down over his chest. I press him against the window, tugging as I watch his reflection, his eyes widening in horror as the cord goes clean through and everything from the neck down slowly slides to the floor.
“I can promise you that. Your children are mine to protect now, and you can burn in hell while I do.”
I take a step back and lower my wire, his head landing at my feet with a loud, wet thud before I spin on my heel and run back to where the action is, satisfied with my results and ready to share with my mates. After we kill everyone in daddio’s office, of course.
Which happens almost exactly forty-five minutes later.
“Goddamnit,” Dimitri pants as he pushes a finger into the new hole in his leather jacket that goes straight through to his shoulder. “This coat must be cursed.”
Styx shakes his head with a laugh, flexing his bruised and swollen fingers as he slides the brass off of them. “Maybe it’s you, love, and not your choices in fashion.”
D scowls and Niko lets out a tired chuckle, but I’m too focused on taking inventory to make sure all of my mates’ parts are accounted for and relatively unharmed.
Niko is rough but not bad, some bumps and bruises, and I can see where a few bullets grazed him. Dimitri seems to have been shot at least twice but neither are producing a lot of blood, not like the hole in Styx’s bicep that’s steadily leaking a thick stream down to his hand.
Worse for wear, but nothing fatal or permanent aside from resulting in scars.
“Boris is dead, I take it?” D asks as his good eye moves over his father’s blood on my face and chest.
I nod. “Had a chat first, but the Bratva king is dead, long live the usurping queen. We should take his head with us.”
“You got shot.”
I frown as they ignore my suggestion and follow our omega’s line of sight until I see what he does, my brow furrowing further as I take in the growing bloodstain on the front of my tank top, then shake my head. “Stabbed. It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine, you’re bleeding.”
"We're all bleeding. Where does Boris keep his jet?”
Niko blinks at me then sighs. “He has a runway out back.”
“I can fly,” I say as I probe the hole in my gut the same way D was poking at his shoulder. “After I get a bandaid on this.”
“I’ll fly,” Dimitri says as Styx and Niko each get under one of my arms right before my knees give out.
“You let them fix you up with more than a bandaid. This shit is far from over, especially since you not only killed Boris but implied he’s in at least two pieces, and we need you to be somewhat functional for when the shit hits the fan again. ”
“Fix me up?” I look between my beta and omega, my mind a little fuzzy as we start walking out the busted windows. “Does that mean I get bandaids and a blowjob?”
“Jesus Christ," Dimitri grumbles. “Always thinking with his dick, even when he’s bleeding out.”
Not just my dick. Mostly, but my heart is a close second with my brain bringing up the rear.
I might need to teach my favorite body parts to think more logically, though, because I’d be extremely fucking disappointed if I died before I got to use them again.
Clearly, self preservation goes out the window when you’re horny and in love, and since those things seem to be mutually exclusive with the former, my brain needs to have a bigger role in this shit so I can enjoy more of the latter.