The dinner dragged another ten minutes before it mercifully ended. Kira disappeared down the hallway to her room without a word, but not before shooting me a look I felt all the way to my spine.
I stood, ready to follow, when Pakhan clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder. “Stay,” he said. “Drink. Join the fun.”
I gave him a slow look. “Not tonight. Already had my fill of whores.”
His grin faltered. “Come on, Maksym. Don’t play coy. You’ve joined before.”
“I don’t fuck on command,” I said coldly.
He snorted. “Your loss. The girls were asking about you.”
I didn’t respond. Just turned and walked away.
Outside on the terrace, I lit a cigarette with steady fingers and stared out over the grounds. Smoke curled into the night as I thought to myself that tonight, it ends.
The plan had been set in motion for days. I’d chosen the right men—quiet and loyal. We would move like shadows, no gunfire, no shouting, no alarms. Just blades in the dark and the wet thud of bodies collapsing mid-moan. No one ever expects to be stabbed while their dick’s being sucked.
This estate wasn’t just going to fall—it was going to be erased. Every stain left behind by the filth inside, every sin that seeped into the walls, would go up in smoke. When the dust settled and the whispers began, my name wouldn’t be on anyone’s lips. Moscow’s feud with Pakhan was already ancient history. This would look like their work. Let them take the credit. It only made things easier.
I crushed the cigarette under my boot and stepped back inside.
Kira was waiting.
I walked into her room and locked the door behind me.
She was already in bed, sprawled across the sheets like a fucking dream, bare shoulders glowing in the low light. Her eyes met mine, heat and mischief dancing beneath the calm.
I dropped my shirt to the floor and joined her.
She didn’t even get a hello. I just pushed her knees wide and dove in. Her taste was all over my tongue as I made her fall apart, gasping, writhing. I didn’t let up. I made her come twice before I even touched my cock. When I finally slammed into her, folded her in half, she was already begging. I grunted, hips snapping forward, lost in the wet, pulsing heat.
Tomorrow, no more secrets. Only truth—and her.
Later, when her breathing slowed and she lay boneless against my chest, I stared at the ceiling and counted my heartbeats.
Then I slipped out of bed, dressed silently in the dark, and left her sleeping.
I had a job to finish.
It was 3:05 a.m.
I strapped one knife to my thigh, slipped another into my coat pocket. In the hallway, Sashko leaned against the wall with a lazy grin, flanked by two others. All three wore the look of men ready to kill. I gave them a small nod.
“You ever kill a guy mid-orgy?” Sashko asked, voice casual like he was making small talk.
I snorted. “Gonna check that off the list tonight.”
He grinned. “Finally, a legacy I can be proud of.”
“You’re unstable.”
“Thanks, boss.”
The air outside was thick with fog and quiet. Just the low hum of crickets and the crunch of gravel under boots. One of the guards stood by the corner of the property wall, smoking.
I approached casually, hands tucked into my coat. “Evening,” I muttered.
He turned, surprised. “Boss? You’re still up?”
