Should that give me a boner? Probably not, but it sure as fuck does, and after I move the laptop out of harm’s way and turn to join my mates in what is going to definitely be an epic battle, I know for a fact I’m going to be rock hard and suffering from blue balls until we’re done.
I grin as I watch Nikolai take out three grizzly looking fuckers in rapid succession, clean shots between the eyes before they drop like bags of sand. Dimitri covers him as they move toward one wall, blasting through men as they check the perimeter, separate, and start knocking off anyone else who tries to come in through the busted glass.
I can definitely tell they’ve done this before.
They work together seamlessly, playing off each other while being in nearly perfect sync. A dance they’ve danced hundreds of times, and it’s a beautiful thing to witness.
Unfortunately, I don’t get to enjoy it for very long because the doors of Boris’ office are blown wide open and right off the hinges, revealing another dozen meatheads in suits led by none other than daddy himself, all of them ready to gut us like fish right on top of the persian rug.
“Oh look, daddy’s home. Say hi boys,” I say as I go running, clearing an overturned sofa then baseball sliding under an end table as my beta starts shooting the guns out of their hands. “I have a boner, and I’m not dying until someone sucks it or fucks it!”
I slash the Achilles tendon of the two closest thugs as I slide behind them, cutting into the soft flesh behind the knees of two more before I hop to my feet. Blood sprays against my face once I’m upright, Styx nailing the bastard coming at me in the jaw, crushing it with a hard hit from his brass knucks.
I shiver as I stomp on the fist of a dumbass at my feet, tap dancing my way through the bodies, kicking their guns across the room with moves that would make Gene Kelly jealous.
“So dramatic,” my beta says with a smile as he caves in the face of another idiot. “But the added flair is pretty sexy.”
I take a quick bow then go after Boris as he scraps the idea of defending his property in favor of trying to escape. I pull the piano wire from my front pocket as a sick smile spreads across my face. “You know you’re basically my father-in-law, right? Let’s get to know each other,” I whisper in his ear as I lift the steel wire over his head and give it a hard pull under his chin until it’s scraping against his throat. “You’re going to tell me all your secrets. Like how many other men are on the property, and where your bitch wife is. I want to know everything, my friend, and you aren’t going to fight me on it because you know what I’m capable of, and I know it scares the hell out of you.”
“Fuck you, you flaming piece of shit,” Boris spits as he claws at the wire with one hand while the other swings his gun wildly through the air and fires at will.
“No thanks. While I definitely dig older men, you’re not my type,” I growl, pulling tighter until I feel the wire break skin. “Then again, if you don’t tell me what I want to hear, I might fuck you in the ass with the barrel of Dimitri’s gun. You know, the one you made him use to try to kill Nikolai?”
One hard tug into the wound as it slowly splits open is all it takes for him to start singing like a canary.
“Vacation… house,” he gasps. “Hamptons… Three more… days.”
I loosen my grip slightly. “Very good. Now, how many more of your boyfriends are out there lurking around?”
“You’re going to pay for this, Glass. I gave you millions to bring my son home, dead or alive, not join up with him in his traitorous ways. You’re a dead man.”
“Wrong answer.” I yank hard and my smile widens as blood spurts against the side of my face. “One more chance.”
He drops his weapon and uses both hands to try to free his throat, his chest heaving as he gasps, “This is it!”
I give him a little slack and wait for him to catch his breath. “You aren’t lying to me, are you,Dad?”
“No.” He shakes his head the best he can. “Mia took most of our teams with her. I don’t send her away without protection.”
“That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”
“Let me go, you son of a bitch, and maybe I’ll let my sons live.”
“Sons?” I chuckle in his ear as I drag him toward the bay window outside his office. “You keep throwing that word around like it means something. Yoursonsdied the second you agreed to let that bitch you’re fucking have them killed. They are both dead to you, and I’m inclined to return the favor on their behalf.”
Boris starts breathing heavily, one hand still trying to get the wire off his throat, the other clutching the front of his button-down shirt. “I’ll triple what I paid you for Dimitri. Let me live, and I’ll make you a rich man.”
I chuckle in his ear, turning us so he can look out at his property one final time. “You already are,comrade, I don’t need your empty promises.”
“You are fucking dead, Glass. We had a deal, and you had the balls to disrespect me by not only going back on it, but you break into my house and come after my business? Fucking dead. I’ll make a goddamn ghost out of you once and for all.”
A sharp pain slices through my stomach, pain hot and sharp in my gut but it only lasts for a moment. A brief and fleeting moment as I slam Boris into the glass in front of us.
“One more question,dad,” I say far too gleefully for the topic at hand.
He growls and tries to push back against me. “Go to hell.”
“Where’s Tatiana?”
