Page 60 of The Bratva's Beast


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The arrogant man stopped midsentence when Stepan took out three of the five men in less than a second. "Rude, didn't even leave one for me to shoot," I grumbled under my breath in mock disappointment.

"You'll have those two for yourself, torture's not my thing. So, loosening their lips for info is all for you to enjoy, tigress." Stepan assured me with a faint smirk and glanced at me before his face straightened sternly at the man who definitely bit off more than he could chew.

"You know, we only need one of you for questioning." The paling faces of fear brought a crazed smile to my face as I lazily bounced the gun between the two remaining men. "So, who wants to die first?"

The smart choice was the less cocky man because he seemed somewhat competent. He wouldn't be fun to torture, though, not with the little backbone he had. Unfortunately, he also seemed to be the brains between the last standing.

"Wait, you'll let me live if I talk?" The weaker man quickly asked, holding his hands up in surrender.

Smiling sweetly, I shifted my aim to his unfortunate partner. "Obviously, it'd be cruel of me to kill you after you give me all I want."

"Wait, you bastard, you can't just toss me to the dogs like that." His partner protested with a hateful scowl.

"Oh, don't worry, we have plans for you too bud. So, be patient and let the adults talk, then we'll address you." The only plan I had for him was to turn him into a punching bag in hopes that he'd give me something good. If not, then oh well.

"Now, both of you get on the floor, on your knees, and slide your guns over to Stepan." I demanded, my smile sharpening to a deadly curve.

The two men looked at each other for a moment before dropping to the ground, disarming their guns on their way down, and sliding it over to Stepan's feet when their knees touched the ground.

"Who sent you after me? And for what reason?" It was my place they broke into, so I doubt Stepan was their intended target.

"Some Asian lady, older looking, kind of like you. I mean, not that you're old looking, I meant she looks like you or very similar." The wimpier one spoke up with averted eyes.

"Wow, trying to crack a bad joke about us Asians all looking the same?" I joked dryly with a dark chuckle at the man's panicked reaction to my words. "Why did they send you after me then? Better be a good answer since you already couldn't tell me who hired your sorry asses." My voice sharpened to an edge.

"She didn't give us much information, just told us how much she'd pay us and who to take back to her alive and untouched. The woman's rich and powerful, she's with Lady Qing, close friends or something I don't know, but they seemed close when I saw them interacting with each other at the meeting." The man quickly rattled off.

Hearing the temporary triad head's name brought an intense scowl to my face to where I thought it'd become permanent.

Nothing good ever came from Lady Qing's involvement. Angel's stepmother was an evil snake, and even though her downfall had been set in stone with our plans to shut down her black market auction and underground arena, she would remain a huge problem until a bullet went clean through her head.

Lowering my gun, I looked at Stepan with a nod and he aimed at the rat. "Wait! You said you'd let me live!" His panic saturated the air sweetly, bringing a twisted smile to my face.

"Yeah, I am letting you live. I didn't say anything about him." My evil smile would be the last thing he sees on this earth.

A single gunshot went off, and the man's body slumped fully onto the ground, eyes wide open and trained on me still.

Turning my attention to the surviving man, I walk over and squat down to him. "Lucky you, you get to live to be my messenger."

Grinning crazily, I pressed the head of the gun into his hand that was flat on the floor. "You return to your little employer and tell them to go fuck themselves. If they want me then they can grow a pair and come get me themselves and save me the trouble of hunting them down."

Pulling the trigger, I put a hole through the man's hand and quickly moved to the other hand to make it match the other with another shot.

Whoever this person is, they're fucking with the wrong person.

"You tell them The Beast will paint the city with their blood."

Chapter 32

Stepan

A winded grunt forced its way out of my body when Hanna shoved me back onto my bed with a wild look in her eyes. " Malenkaya—"

Her soft lips fell on mine tersely, cutting my protest before it even got a chance to begin. "Fuck that was so hot how you shot those men. I need you so badly right now, Stepan." Her nimble fingers worked quickly to undo my suit jacket and pants to expose most of my body to her.

The rough pads of her fingers left trails of fire in their wake when she started to feel me up, taking her sweet time to leave no inch of my upper body untouched. "Hanna, fuck." The feeling of her tight pussy gripping around my length had me sucking in a sharp breath from the hit of pleasure when she fully seated herself on me.

"It's late, we need—fuck!" Groaning deeply, my hands instantly went to Hanna's hips, gripping them tightly as a violent shudder shook my body.

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