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Chapter Nineteen
RHYS
I am on the edge of my fucking seat, my throne actually, sitting next to the most beautifully fucked up woman I have ever known as we watch the most exciting bloodbath that’s happened in the cage fights for a while.
Before now, I understood what she was doing on a diabolical level, on the fact that it works to keep everyone honest, but the entertainment value was slightly lost on me for the most part. Unpredictable maybe, but other than that, it was a couple of assholes trying to rip each other a new one. Other than lack of rules, it’s not much different from boxing.
But what I am watching now is something altogether different.
Two of Glib's people are in the ring; one is a woman and another a very high-ranking man. One close enough to Glib that it’ll scare the shit out of him that we got a hold of him. And these two are giving fighting to the death a whole new meaning. Whoever comes out will never forget their victory because the scars will be visible on their body always, and that’s if we decide to let the winner live.
I glance over at my wife and see how excited she is by this too, her nails digging into the seat with anticipation. I am damn sure she will let the person live after the show they are putting on. Blood everywhere, gore, no body part or move seems to be off limits.
The most obvious winner is the man; he is not tall, but he is bulky. But she is quick and scheming like a fox and altogether ruthless. I watch as she ducks a blow to her head and hooks her finger into his eye socket, popping his eyeball out as if it means nothing. This is so fucking sick it’s the best shit I have ever seen. I'll never be content at the movies again, that’s for damn sure.
I watch as the woman becomes desperate, and in a final move, leaps onto the man's back like some kind of wild animal. The whole crowd is in an uproar, and I am afraid I might go particularly deaf at the wall of sound surrounding me.
He is trying to bat her off, throw her off, but she hangs on, ripping at his ears, his remaining eye, his nose, and trying to snap his neck.
She must hit a pressure point because he goes down, and she swings around to have a knee against his throat. He can’t breathe, and he flails until he moves no more.
There is no announcing the winner as everyone is much too loud, and I can feel the adrenaline dripping off this woman as she takes her victory lap, her eyes large with fear and confusion. She still hasn’t processed she just killed a man.
I look over to Vera again and give her a knowing look. She points to another exit, the one where the fighters are generally brought in through, and we slip out way out unnoticed, my body unsure if I can wait for this til we get home. I want to devour her so badly my body is shivering.
I have her clothes off in the car before we can even get the privacy screen up, and I know that the driver likely got an eyeful.
I don’t give a fuck, even as we park and we are left in here to fend for ourselves, fogging up these damn windows. The taste of her is on my tongue as I come up for a kiss before I allow myself the satisfaction of being inside her, the warmth and the tightness almost too much to handle.
And then she nibbles at my ear, breathing into it, "I love you, you damn hot Romanian."
I slam into her in answer, knowing she already knows how I feel., I can’t believe she finally said it, and I am not going to ruin it by calling her out on the moment or the way she said it, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Eventually, we giggle and stumble inside like a couple of giddy teenagers until her phone rings, and I have never seen her flip so fast, and that is saying something considering the way she can have mood swings.
"Woah, Fredrig, slow down," I hear her say before a string of curses and whispers in Ukrainian block me out of the conversation. When she hangs up, she looks like she has seen a ghost.
"Get in the car," she tells me. "We need to take care of some things," she tells me, completely deadpan, looking like the devil is possessing her.
"Wait a sec," I say as she walks back to the car. "What the hell was the call about? What’s going on? We can’t just run off and do something without a team."
"I said get the fuck in the car!" she roars at me, only pausing for a moment before taking off at top speed, forcing me to run after. "Get in, or I swear, I will leave you behind, Romanian!" she snaps.
I have no choice as I leap in the back just as she begins to peel out of the driveway, and I am in a panic, trying to think of what the fuck suicide mission we are now on. Sure, we have a couple of glocks and a couple of needles with some knock out juice back here, but I doubt that phone call is leading to something so simple.
"Could you please fill me in on what the fuck is going on, Vera, and slow down so we can get at least some kind of a plan. I am going in blind here."
She slows about five miles an hour and tells me through gritted teeth, probably the best I’m a going to get from her right now. "Our whole fucking tam is dead, Rhys," she tells me. "Fucking Glib is to blame. I am not waiting anymore, and you can’t stop me. He dies tonight, and his gang either submits or dies with him. And then so does the man who killed my Lana."
"Wait, what the hell? How did this happen? And what man?"
"Valentin Volkolv."
As soon as she says his name, my blood runs cold. "There is no way in hell we can go over Valentin Volkolv. Even Ion is scared of the man. Getting us on his radar means the worst death possible for everyone, the entire mafia will be fucked. You can’t do this. We already are on the edge with him. We need to think about this logically. I know you must be devastated. I can’t even imagine. But please, don’t commit suicide for all of us," I beg her, but I can tell by the look she gives me in the rearview mirror she is not going to cooperate.
I have no choice in what I am about to do, and she is going to hate me for it.
I continue talking as my hand grips around one of the needles we keep for if we run into one of Glib’s men on the streets. It will knock someone out for quite a bit. long enough for me to get her to safety...all of us to safety. And then I can reassess. "We'll get Glib but leave it there until we know more."
As I say the last word, I leap into the passenger seat and grab the wheel with on hand as I lunge the needles deep into her neck, her body falling limp against me as I try to control this thing.
As soon as I can, I pull us over and get the burner phone out, calling Ion’s emergency number. “Ion, we’ll talk when I get there, but we need a jet and fast. Some things have happened.”
