Page 20 of His to Own

“Tell me.”

“You said someone died in their shower. That’s all I heard.”

He huffs. “Sergei is dead. You might as well know since he was going to marry you.”

I gasp. Sergei is… That’s what Maxim was talking about. But if Maxim already knew then that means…

No. Don’t even go there.

“How did he die?” I whisper.

“Murdered,” Father says flatly. “Shot in…” He hesitates. “Just shot. He died.”

“Do you know who did it?”

“Not for a fact but I have some ideas.”

Maybe Maxim overheard someone talking about how they killed Sergei. Maybe it wasn’t Maxim himself.

And yet, I feel it in my gut that Maxim murdered Sergei to get him out of the way. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

“What ideas?” I ask.

“Go to your room. I’ll handle this.”

“If he’s dead, then I can’t marry him. Are you… are you going to find someone else for me to marry?”

“Just go to your room,” he snaps before walking away. I flinch when the front door slams shut.

Maxim has made his claim. He wants me to be his wife, no matter what it takes. Even if it means killing the competition.

Maxim

“That was wonderful, Maxim,” Sofia says, stretching out in bed. I just fucked her brains out and she loved every second of it. I enjoyed it as well but I couldn’t help but thinking of my soon-to-be wife when I did it. That’s never happened before when I’ve fucked women in the past.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I respond, eyeing Sofiia’s naked body over. She is a thing of beauty. Young and blonde with perfect skin. Any man’s wet dream. I don’t regret fucking her. I need to get my steam out somewhere and I know it won’t be happening with Elena anytime soon. Not when I can’t get my hands on her yet.

What started off with wanting more power has now turned into an obsession. I want Elena, partly because I can’t have her. I know her father will never allow me to marry her. I’m sure even with Sergei’s death, he’s probably scrambling to find someone else to marry her to. But I will get my hands on Elena and I will marry into her family and make a deal with Nikolai and become so powerful, no one will be able to stop me.

“Want to go for a second round?” Sofiya asks, batting her eyelashes at me.

Before I can answer, someone starts pounding at my front door. I can’t help but smile. I’m sure I know who it is.

“Just wait here,” I say and get out of bed. I don’t bother putting clothes on as I go to my front door and open it. My large, grand mansion. A symbol of my wealth. I love when people look at it, knowing just how much I already have.

Gregory Karetov is on the other side. He looks me up and down and sneers. “You killed Sergei, didn’t you?”

I sigh. “How do you know I did it? It could have been anyone. We belong to the mafia, Gregory. We all have enemies.”

“You killed Sergei, didn’t you?”

“Why don’t you come inside and we can talk?”

“I won’t come into your filthy house of hedonism. You’re naked.”

I tilt my head to the side. “Jealous?”

Gregory ignores the comment. “Just tell me. Did you kill Sergei?”