AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I was a killer through and through—we all were.
"Stepan, we can handle a rescue mission, are you sure—"
I interrupted my older brother with a snap, "Yes. It's my fucking wife out there. My Hanna. You'd damn well do the same if it were Angel, so don't try to stop me again."
"Alright, fine, but I am pulling you out the second I see you waver." Nikolai's hard tone meant no arguments. "You do not need to be put out of commission indefinitely because you pushed yourself too damn hard."
"You gotta live long enough to give us a mini Stepan." Arseny snickered with a cheeky grin.
God, me with kids? I never even thought that far yet. Did I even want that stress? I mean, a child or two with Hanna would be nice, no? But fuck, that was so much stress. Nikolai's kids weren't even born yet he already grew white hair. Were kids even for me? Could I even be a good father? What if I fucked up my own kids? Or worst, my own kid ends up dead because of this lifestyle? Children don't mix with mafia life, so why would I willingly subject my own blood to such?
But what about Hanna? We've never sat down and had that talk yet. I had no idea what her stance on children were. The two of us seemed more than content with what we had going on now with just the two of us. Maybe we both liked the child-free life.
The thought of our child being left with one—or maybe no—parent because something happened to us on the field stabbed at my heart like a blunt knife.
My recent accident had been the worst I've suffered since childhood, but what's to say it would be the last? What if someone made a grab at my child's life to get to me or Hanna? We were too prominent; not everyone could remain oblivious to our reputation and names.
I don't know how or why Nikolai would do it with his children, how he would protect them growing up. The Pakhan and his bride, the former heiress of the Qing Triad, and his children would be the first on the hit list for our enemies; mine would follow closely, being his second in command. Not as if my slate was clean either. I have made more than my fair share of enemies through bratva business and legal business with the company.
Taking a deep breath, I shove it all into the back of my mind, swallowing the anxious ball of nausea back down. I couldn't worry about that right now.
Forcing a half smile on my face, I lightly punched Arseny in the shoulder. "Man, go knock up your own girlfriend." I retorted with a roll of my eyes.
"How do you know I haven't already?" It was hard to determine whether he was fucking around or not with the lighthearted tone.
Alexei scoffed with a sneer and smacked his twin upside the head. "Because Mia won't let you between her legs, now shut up and let's move."
Alexei was impatient, which surprised me because he was the most level-headed of all of us besides me. However, one look in his eyes was all I needed; he wanted blood as much as me, but not for the same sane reason. No, Alexei wanted to spill blood for the hell of it to sate his lust.
I wanted to spill blood for Hanna's sake, and for my own madness.
They won't know what hit them; I'll show them all why I coined the name Silent Volk, and they won't know until it's too late.
I will rain bullets on them and fill the streets with their bodies and blood.
Chapter 49
Hanna
Strangled screams of pain filled the decrypted place, along with the sounds of electricity sparking.
"You. Stupid. Fucking. Bitch." Every word was punctuated with a jab from the cattle prod, causing me to scream out in agony. "You had one fucking job." My aunt's evil face floated like a ghost inches from the muzzle they'd put on me because I bit one of the guards and tore a chunk out of him.
"Funny, last I checked I didn't work for you." I snarked with a sneer, earning another jab to my aching body from the prod. "I'm gonna piss and dance on your fucking grave." If I even made it out of this alive.
"With how your new husband is going to lock you in the dungeons, I don't think so. Unless you convince the Volkovs to go into business with me, you better get used to being an obedient bitch again. Your new husband isn't so kind as the Russian." Gripping the top of my head, she wrenched my head over to a slob of a businessman who sat in the corner, leering at me with unsavory eyes. "Don't think your stupid boy will save you either, you'll be on a plane to China before the end of the day. He'll never find you there."
Growling, I mustered up as much strength as possible and threw my head forward at Lilian, catching her by the end of the metal muzzle, causing her to curse in Mandarin and reel back. No surprise, another shock came, this one longer than the others so far.
"The only place I'm going to is Hell with you." I sneered with a hateful scowl. "But I wouldn't count that blessing yet because I'm going to tear you limb from limb once I get you in The Catacombs."
Pooling a mouthful of saliva and blood—I bit my cheek when I convulsed from being tased—in my mouth, I waited until she got up in my face again and spat it out at her, earning a nice punch—yes, punch, not slap—to the face from the guard next to me. "You should have killed me all those years ago." Over a decade of budding revulsion and loathing, all the anger in my life, it'll all be taken out on her and my pathetic mother, who sat like a snake next to the vile man with beady eyes.
I never thought I'd get the urge to act on my hatred like this because I suppressed everything and actively ignored it all—out of sight, out of mind kind of shit. If I didn't bother her, then she'd pay me no attention.
Ever since Stepan made me face the music, something flipped in me. I wanted them all dead, anyone who touched me in this damn place—and I had the perfect weapon. All I had to do was point, and Stepan pulled the trigger. If I couldn't do it but wanted it done, then he'd step up and handle it for me. He had me covered until I was ready.
Honestly, I didn't expect to be so fine with him taking out the targets of our list as he did because they were my kill to make. Yet, I found myself eagerly waiting for his return every night he went out hunting. The excitement I felt when he'd walk through the door and hand me the bloodied bullet always brought a sense of satisfaction and peace to me as if every bullet to the collection was a piece of my burden being taken away. I enjoyed him taking care of my problems—I blamed that on my daddy issues.
