Page 88 of Savage Little War

Victor’s face twitches a little. “It seems like the Bratva is full of traitors.”

“They’re not traitors. They want better leadership than what we have now,” I say before chuckling. “Or did.”

Victor narrows his eyes at me. “You have blood all over you.”

“That would be the blood of all your little Council friends,” I tell him.

“You son of a bitch,” Victor growls as he tightens his grip on the lamp base.

My muscles tense up as I prepare myself. “You shouldn’t have fucked with me or Cara, Victor. None of you should have.”

He swings the lamp base at my head.

I duck out of the way and bring my knee up, driving it up against his stomach to make him fold over. With gritted teeth, I shove him back as hard as I can, sending him crashing against the nearest wall.

Victor loses his grip on the lamp base, his balance wavering.

I hit him hard, crushing him back against the wall. My fist hits him in the stomach and then the face, raining down punches wherever I can strike him.

Victor tries to push me off, but he’s at least twenty years older than me. He isn’t as strong or as fast.

I grab his head and thrust it backward, making it strike the wall.

Victor’s legs collapse from underneath him. He slumps at my feet. “You…fucking…”

I snatch his hand and twist his arm roughly, hearing the bone crack. As he cries out in pain, I look at his ring. My heart immediately stops.

The winged sword.

The ring Cara saw.

“It was you,” I say as my eyes lift to his. “You were down in the basement with her. You fucking beat her for information about me!”

Victor glares at me. “And she turned out to be fucking useless!”

Rage blacks out the edges of my vision as I punch him again and again.

Victor lets out a strangled sound of pain.

But I don’t stop.

I strike him over and over until my knuckles feel numb, blood coating my hand as his face becomes more beaten in and swollen.

His muffled noises become panicked as he tries to grab me, but his strength gradually fades away.

“Fuck. You!” I bite out as I hit him one more time before letting him fall against the wall.

Victor slumps to the side and stays there.

I stumble back from him, breathing heavily as some feeling starts to come back to my hand. My adrenaline doesn’t let me feel all the pain, though. Not yet at least.

I breathe in sharply through my nose, steadying myself enough to grab Victor’s ring off his finger. Footsteps sound behind me, making me whirl around just as Andrei, Luca, and my men pour into the room.

“Shit. Looks like a damn massacre,” Luca says.

“It was,” I reply as I show them the last ring. “The Bratva Council is dead.”

“Good,” Andrei says. “Now take what’s left and make it yours.”