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“They’re for sport. Anyone can have them except for the new ones. Usually, it’s the master who does that and in this case, that would be...” her voice unconsciously lowered. “It would be Manolito Chavez, because I heard him saying he liked breaking a girl apart during her first time...over and over.”
Helios slowly came to his feet. “Do you like doing that, too?” he heard himself ask, thinking all the while that since he had succeeded in killing James Cartwright, perhaps he could kill the bitch sitting across him, too. It made him feel sick, knowing that the woman had gotten away with hurting and killing so many innocent women because of her position in the government.
Olga smirked. “What do you think?”
There wasn’t any answer. She looked up and screamed as Helios lunged for her over the desk. He would have strangled her outright if Kellion and Yuri hadn’t reacted right away, pulling him off the politician.
“Helios, dammit,” Andreus growled. “This isn’t what we agreed on.”
“Look at her,” Helios growled, straining against Yuri and Kellion’s hold. He wanted to fucking kill her, to snap her neck and rid the world of one of its greatest evils. “She has the gall to fucking think of happy memories, torturing girls, while MJ’s still lost—”
“You’ll be the one who’s dead if you react like this every time you meet the world’s greatest fuck-ups.”
Olga, still cowering behind the desk, watched as the most menacing-looking of the four came between her and Helios Andreadis. She didn’t even think of hitting the panic button under the desk, knowing it would be all over for her if this came out on the news. The combined hold of these men over the media was beyond even her power, and she knew the news of her darker proclivities would come out before she could have them arrested.
“I’ve met worse people than this bitch in my line of work for the club, Helios. Trust me – you cannot risk losing your head over this. If you kill a high-profile bitch like her, it won’t be good for you or the club. It won’t be good for MJ either, because then Chavez might know we have something planned.”
Helios struggled to listen to Andreus, knowing his friend was right. He had to concentrate on what mattered the most, and that was getting MJ out of whatever hellhole she was in –alive.
“I’m fine,” Helios said finally. And he was, for the moment. “We can leave this place now. We’ve gotten what we wanted.” Kellion and Yuri slowly let him go, but both were tense, waiting for any sign that their President might snap again.
Andreus moved only when Helios headed towards the door.
Helios heard Olga’s scream just as he stepped out of the room. His head snapped back, and his stunned gaze found Andreus wiping his blade clean while Olga was sobbing as she shakily reached for the phone with one missing finger.
Andreus dropped the severed finger into the wastebasket before closing the door behind him.
“Why the fuck did you do that?” Kellion demanded.
Andreus shrugged. “It is what I’ve always done for the club when people don’t want to pay.”
Helios could see it in the others’ faces - it wasn’t only to him that those words were news. “You never have to do something like that for Afxisi—”
Andreus’ smile didn’t reach his eyes. “On the contrary, President, I do. Afxisi is the only family I have. I’m not going to let any asshole fuck that up for us, and that includes making sure people clear their debts to us...one way or another.”
“It’s not right that you had to shoulder this kind of burden alone,” Helios stated. “When we get back home...with MJ, we’re going to change a couple of rules.” His eyes narrowed at his treasurer. “And fair warning, my friend. You will probably be grounded.”
Andreus pretended to look scared. “Not that, President. Anything but that.”
When Helios and Kellion got on their bikes, Yuri held back, waiting for the other two to leave before asking Andreus, “Is that why?”
Andreus feigned ignorance even as his body tensed at the younger man’s question. “Is that why what?”
“Does my sister know that’s the reason you think you’re not good enough for her?”
Andreus exhaled. Damn Yuri for being fucking straightforward as ever. “No,” he said finally.
“You should tell her,” Yuri suggested calmly. “Otherwise she’ll keep thinking the opposite.”
“The opposite?” he echoed blankly.
“That you think she’s not good enough for you because she’s damaged.”
