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CHAPTER31
RUSLAN
Ishould probably feel guilty that I killed this mother and father in front of their children, but I don’t. I don’t feel anything at all, except relief. They’re gone. Those assholes, those child abusers, are gone.
Panas doesn’t even let me untie the girl, he does it himself, then scoops her up in silence and walks out of the room. None of us make a move to stop him. It would be fruitless. Doesn’t matter to me, she’s fucking legal, and they have their own shit to work out. Plus, that’s Osip’s problem, he’s Panas’sPakhan.
Danill and Grisha clear their throat, then take a step forward. I’m covered in blood, and I smell fucking disgusting, but I’m still breathing heavily from the kill. I need a few minutes to calm myself down a bit.
Osip stands in front of Ion, his head tilted to the side as he looks at him. “YourPakhansays good things about you,” he says.
“Why did you bring me here if you weren’t going to kill me?” Ion asks.
There is a moment of silence. I could probably answer the question, but I don’t. Instead, I just watch everything happening around me. Osip chuckles, then he shakes his head once before he speaks, leaning down slightly.
“If Isabel didn’t want you to live, you would not be alive. This was all on her demand. Whatever she wanted to happen, it would happen. She is the reason you and your other sister are alive, nothing else.”
“But we didn’t do anything. We were children.”
Osip lifts a shoulder, as if it’s all the same to him, maybe as if it’s all relative. He could give a fuck either way, honestly. And when he speaks, he emphasizes his feelings completely. Sucking in a breath, he lets it out slowly.
“I have seen children do plenty in this life. I have seen them murder, rape, and steal. I have seen them cause complete fucking chaos. So, you were not innocent because you were children, and you are not alive because you were children. Isabel was a child too.”
Ion understands his words, his head instantly falls and his chin presses against his chest as he takes the meaning in fully. When he lifts his head, I can see the pain in his eyes. He clears his throat a few times, but it’s not for any reason other than he’s trying to keep from crying as his eyes water.
“You’re right,” he says, his voice tight as he speaks. “You’re right.”
Osip nods his head. He doesn’t continue. He doesn’t try to talk anyone into believing anything or make any excuses. He knows that kids can be fucking evil, he also knows that his sister was only a child and there is no doubt he’s thinking about all those things that were done to her, in detail right about now.
He’s thinking about his parents who told him that his sister was dead. He’s thinking about every excruciating detail of his life, the money they spent on him, on themselves, that fucking blood money.
Those fucking bastards.
“You have a choice, Ion,” Osip continues.
Ion looks at him straight in the eye, waiting for this choice, probably thinking that part of it will involve some kind of physical pain, maybe even death. But I doubt that it does. Isabel wouldn’t want her brother to die, she would hate that.
“You can go back to Florida,” he begins. “Or you can stay here near your sister and work for me.”
I’m a bit taken aback by Osip’s choices. I didn’t think that he would offer to allow Ion to stay here. I almost ask him if he talked to Isabel about this, but maybe he’s doing it in order to bring this family back together.
I know that he feels bad for what happened to her, and everything that she went through as a result of Vova and his control of this Bratva and as the newPakhanhe’s trying to at least right the wrongs that he can.
“I want to be near my sisters.”
The way he says that I have a feeling that he knows Irina will be staying here as well.
“And your life in Florida?”
“Life?” Ion snorts. “I live in an apartment. I’ve had little to no contact with my family for the past two years and I work nonstop. At least here, my sisters would be nearby while I work nonstop.”
Osip chuckles. “We’ll see if you can do a bit better here, yeah?”
“Why are you offering me this? After what my parents did. Why?” Ion asks.
I know why, I’ve already figured it out, but maybe he wants to hear the actual words. I can’t blame him for that. I would too if I were in his shoes.
“Isabel lost her entire world six years ago and lived a life of hell. She’s a good person. She did not deserve any of that. I can’t go back in time and fix that, but she and you deserve to have the happiness that your parents refused to allow.”
