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“I’m sorry,” he said as he blew into the cup. “You’re a scary person, and I don’t want to die tonight.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, then drink from my cup. I’m more of a torture person than poison, so poisoning the tea wouldn’t bring any satisfaction to me.”
Felix wasn’t convinced; yet as soon as he was sure the tea wasn’t boiling hot, he gulped it down at once. He placed the cup back on the small coffee table and stared at me. Was that supposed to be a threat?
He was definitely cute enough to play with.
“So, when’s your boss coming?”
He shrugged his shoulders, leaning onto the couch. “No idea. As soon as he’s done with the task he’s been given.”
“Which is?” I pressed further.
Since I’d run away from Adrik and cut contact with everyone, I barely had any means of knowing what he was up to. Of course, a few of my spies were all over New York, but none were actually in the Bratva. I didn’t have any interest in the Kalashnik affairs until I learned that Davorin was working with—for—my brothers.
“What—what’s happening to me?” He was yawning, trying to shake off the sleepiness.
Felix began to blink rapidly. His sentences were barely coherent, and his head hung low. I was certain he was cussing at me, and that alone was adorable.
Did I fuck up the dosage? Was this going to kill him?
Oh well. It made no difference to me, anyway.
“Sorry, Felix.” I helped him lie down. “There are some things you simply can’t know about.”
As soon as I made sure that he was fully asleep, I tied up his hands and feet with rope. Then, I made my exit, hoping to be back before he woke up. If he woke up.
Though I truly had no plan to provoke Davorin further by eliminating one of his men, I also couldn’t deal with a nosy puppy always monitoring me. His death was neither certain nor planned, but, if he died, it made things a lot harder in the long run.
I left the house around two in the afternoon and returned by ten o’clock. I tiptoed around Felix and was quick to reach my bedroom. Once inside, I disposed of the clothes that were on my body and took a long, relaxing bath.
At times like these, I missed Wolf. I’d gotten used to him babying me for the past couple of months. That ranged from fixing me a meal to bathing me and handling everything in my stead before filtering the important information. The irrelevant parts never reached my ears because he took care of them.
With a sigh, I slumped further into the bathtub. Nothing but my eyes were above the surface. As I closed them, nothingness seemed to consume me. A place so dark, so peaceful, and yet it was brutal. A wave of doubt flashed through my mind.
Had I not killed my mother, would I have had a chance at a more… normal life? Granted, nothing about my situation was normal, yet it was one of the things I so desperately yearned for: to have the ability to live my life the way I desired to, without looking over my shoulder at every stop.
I wasn’t afraid of the storm that was coming. I was just tired of it. The mere thought of fighting, although it was fun and enjoyable, was also getting repetitive and tiring. The last time I’d felt an ounce of excitement when killing was when I took my brother’s life.
When Davorin’s mother died at my hand, I had no time to enjoy it. I was too angry and too preoccupied with my thoughts to process it until I was on the run.
Somehow, I expected him to drop everything and come find me. And probably try to kill me.
Yet, Adrik didn’t do that. Why?
As of late, the excuse of working for my brothers wasn’t pleasing me. Not in the slightest. He had something else planned, something so big that it would be my ruin. And I didn’t want to stop it.
Yet, the more he was on my mind, the angrier I was getting. My stomach twisted, as if I’d been stabbed repeatedly. The dull pain slowly spread throughout my body. The worst part was that I couldn’t pinpoint exactly why I was angry.
His betrayal was bad, yet I didn’t care about that. Murdering his mother in cold blood in front of him, getting the chance of seeing his confusion turn to rage, was good enough for me.
When it came to Adrik, I’d laid out the groundwork years ago.
This dangerous game we were playing was slowly reaching its climax. The aftermath was certain, and the winner would always be me. He didn’t have a clue just how much of a sociopathic bitch I could be, and he was going to regret pissing me off.
He needed to come to me sooner. I was tired of waiting, but going to him was interfering with other plans I’d made. I needed to learn how to be patient and fucking wait.
For now, I got up and got dressed in something comfortable. Felix was breathing heavily downstairs, and I was glad he wasn’t dead. He still needed to prove his worth. Until then, it was smarter to keep him alive and breathing.
