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I take another step towards the back of the room. Finally, Pavel is in position.
“What do you think is coming next?” I ask.
He has no idea. All Dima needs to do is open the door and fire. It will be over.
But the door doesn’t open. Dima doesn’t even peek through the window.
Where the fuck is he?
“First, I’m going to kill you. That will be fun.”
“Sure. It’ll be a riot.” I wave him on. I need to draw this out until Dima can get here. “That’s a given. What else?”
Pavel’s face twists in amusement. “But the enjoyment I’ll get from killing you won’t hold a fucking candle to how much fun I’m going to have with your little fiancée.”
He’ll be dead before that can happen. He isn’t going to touch Luna. But I hold myself painfully still. I’m afraid of what I’ll do if I let myself move.
“She’s sexy, yeah?” Pavel wags his brows. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to—I’m sure I’ll find out for myself—but she’s a good lay, isn’t she? If she caught your attention, I bet she fucks like a whore.”
Dima isn’t in the doorway. No one is here to give Pavel Gustev what he deserves.
Except me.
Moving on pure instinct and a desire to keep this asshole as far away from my family as possible, I lunge for him.
Pavel is the only one of us with a weapon, but he doesn’t know how to use it. He’s been insulated and protected by his family name and the men he so eagerly sacrificed. I lower my shoulder and drive him back into the wall. The gun falls out of his hand and clatters to the floor.
Pavel dives for it, but I twist him to the side and slam him down on the tile.
Now, it’s just him and me.
It’d be so easy to strangle the life from this miserable bastard. I made a deal with Dima, but he’s taking too long. This can’t wait. Pavel needs to die.
Pavel swipes out at me. He flails and grapples, trying to knock me off balance.
"Your father really didn't give a shit about you, did he?" I ask, ducking away from a poorly-aimed blow. "You can't fight worth shit."
Pavel growls and drives his knee up. He narrowly misses kneeing me in the balls, but I flinch. It’s enough for him to get some leverage and push me off of him.
I roll over my shoulder and rise to my feet as Pavel scrambles to his. He drops into a ready position, his top lip pulled back in a snarl. “I can fight well enough to kill you.”
He lunges forward, but he doesn’t even take a step before the door to the morgue flies open. Dima steps through the doorway, gun raised. Pavel spins towards the door just as Dima fires.
The shot tears through his shoulder. Pavel falls, a hand gripping his bleeding limb.
Dima doesn’t give him a second to recover. He marches over to him and jams the heel of his shoe into Pavel’s wound. He digs in as Pavel screams.
“This is for what you did to my cousin, you fucking useless mudak.”
Pavel shakes his head. “I didn’t know?—”
Dima steps on his neck before he can even finish the sentence. Clearly, he isn’t looking for excuses or apologies.
Pavel claws at Dima’s ankle as his face turns red. His tongue swells out of his mouth. Blood vessels in his eyes and cheek burst, turning his skin a mottled red.
“Sorry for the delay,” he grits out, stomping on Pavel’s neck with all of his strength. “Another guard showed up. I had to take care of him.”
I turn around and see a pair of splayed legs through the open door.
