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He wasn’t shy about how much he despised me, yet he was civil when we were forced to work together. Ilya separated business and private affairs quite well, which made him the right man for the job.
“I’ll speak with Dominik,” Aleksei promised, then he paused. “Do you think she’s aware of how many people are coming for her?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s Kaya, so it’s possible. It’s also possible that she has a few people on the inside, or it’s possible that she simply doesn’t know or care. It’s a gamble with her.”
The most likely scenario was Kaya entertaining the motherfuckers. Against two, or even five people, I had no doubt she would sneak her way out of it with a little bloodshed. Bogdan was truly becoming unpredictable. Next time, he wouldn’t be foolish enough to send only a handful of people.
No one dared to hurt what was mine and get away with it. That was why I’d vowed to eradicate every bastard bold enough to even glance her way.
“It’s also possible that they will target you, too. So make sure you’re not even in the same state as my sister.”
I snorted. It was never the plan to stay away from Kaya for this long, and it was as if Bogdan knew just how much of a fucked up time it was for him to strike. The motherfucker was probably grinning at the awful timing.
But it was alright.
I’d managed to survive without seeing Ekaterina’s face for months. I could manage another month. Because that was how long I planned on allowing Dominik and Aleksei to use me as one of their own. If nothing got resolved within a month, I’d be gone.
“Stop worrying about my relationship with your sister,” I advised, though the layer of mockery in my tone didn’t go unnoticed by the pakhan. “And focus on your father. Kaya’s affairs are mine to deal with.”
Aleksei didn’t like the idea, not one bit. With a sharp stare, he broke eye contact and sighed. He threw the used cigarette butt on the grass beneath his feet, stomped on it, and walked away to his car.
“Don’t make me regret trusting you on this, Davorin.” It was his turn to mock me. “After all, your job was to kill my sister.”
The patience I had last night vanished. Everyone was on edge, despite their best efforts not to show it. If I were to wait for all the dice to be laid out for me, another year could pass. And there was not a chance in hell I’d wait another year to see her.
I’d keep Kaya safe while staying by her side. And there was nothing anyone could say or do to prevent me from doing that.
A sinister grin displayed on my face. I couldn’t imagine she would be happy about seeing me before she wanted to, and the mere thought of her anger pleased me. It was time to switch the roles and claim Kaya once and for all.
TWO
EKATERINA
My head was pounding. I squeezed my eyes shut, the dull pain at the back of my head becoming more unbearable as the minutes passed. It felt as if time had stopped, and all I was able to feel was immense agony. Being hungover on a weekday was never fun; even less so when it was my fourth day in a row getting intoxicated.
Peeling my eyes open, I stared at the unknown ceiling. My whole body was aching, and it didn’t take me too long to remember some parts of last night. I was lying down on the club floor, and nothing aside from my heavy breathing could be heard.
“Jesus Christ,” I groaned. I tried getting up, but I couldn’t. “Why the fuck is everything so sticky?”
The feeling itself made me nauseous. Some foreign liquid beneath my body was half-dry. The part that wasn’t dry was slippery. Propping myself up on my elbows was a fail—I slumped right back down. The headache was getting worse, my vision slightly blurry.
I managed to raise my right hand. My eyebrows narrowed at the sight of dried blood. Some parts were still in liquid state because there was a pool of blood underneath where my arm was resting.
“Don’t worry, the blood isn’t yours.”
The voice startled me. Involuntarily, I gasped. My throat was dry, as if I’d been eating sand for the past year. I’d been way too out of it and hated that I wasn’t able to sense his presence. However, since I recognized his voice, I felt at ease. “What did I do?”
“How would I know? You left no survivors to ask.”
Slowly, he approached me and scooped me up bridal-style. I allowed it because there was no chance of me getting up on my own. My whole body was aching, and the headache was becoming unbearable, as if someone had hit me with a hammer.
His steps were slow, and I winced at the sight. Over his shoulder, I saw perfectly the mess I’d created. Some memories returned. I was the last one in the club, aside from the bartenders and three security guards. I’d paid them a thousand dollars to leave the place open for another hour, which was a generous amount, but they tried kicking me out twenty minutes after getting the money.
So, I killed them.
The precise term was overkill. It took a few shots in each person to kill them, given their drunken state. That wasn’t enough for me, so I mutilated their bodies with the knife I carried around. Not a pretty sight.
By that time, I was too drunk to even move, so I fell asleep on the floor, surrounded by dead bodies and a lot of blood. My entire back was covered in the crimson, sticky substance. I was thankful I couldn’t see the state of my hair because it was probably even worse.
