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A body slams into me like a fucking truck. I grunt and hit the floor next to the bed just as the grenade explodes. All I see is fire. All I hear is a ringing sound, and then everything goes dark.
16
Katrina
Ropes dig into my wrists.Others cut into my ankles. I squirm and strain against them. But they’re tight, and I know I’m not going anywhere. I’m trying to stay calm. I’m trying not to hyperventilate. But it’s a little hard given what’s just happened to me. The cloth bag over my head that puts me in total darkness doesn’t exactly help.
“Made in Russia, those knots.” I hear Pavel’s voice from behind me. The nearness of him makes me recoil. “With love, from Russia,” he chuckles. “Unlike all this American bullshit in this country, those will last. You will not slip your way out of these.”
He leans close. I flinch, and my stomach heaves when I feel his breath on my neck. “You can suck as much mafioso kingpin dick as you want, littledevochka,” he hisses. “But it’s not going to free you from me.”
“What do you want,” I snap.
Pavel chuckles behind me. I hear his footsteps moving around to my side. Then in front. Then to the other side. He’s circling me as he chuckles deeply. I feel like there’s a shark circling me, ready to bite.
“Relax,” he purrs. “I don’t want to hurt you. There are…” he snickers. “There are many other things I would like to do to you instead, of course.” He steps close to me. I flinch and tense, which just makes him chuckle again. “You’ve never been with a Russian man, littledevochka. Only that greasy Italian cocksucker,” he spits. “I could show you how a Russian man fucks.”
“If this Russian man screws as bad as his breath smells,” I hiss. “I’ll pass.”
There’s silence. I wince and close my eyes, ready for a hit. But it doesn’t come. Instead, he just laughs.
“You have fire in you now!” Pavel chortles. “This is new, dah? Maybe that cocksucker fucked some sass into you!”
“Fuck you,” I spit.
Pavel chuckles. When I feel his hand on my arm, I recoil sharply. But that just makes him chuckle some more.
“I am… what is the phrase? I am between a rock and the ground.”
“A hard place,” I mutter.
“What?”
“It’s ‘between a rock and a hard place.’”
“Ahh, yes, yes. A rock and a hard place. I am out of runway.”
“What do you want from me?” I whisper. “What does this have to do with me?”
“You are a Korolyov.”
Technically not anymore. But I don’t mention that. “And?”
“And it is Anton that I am out of runway with.”
I frown under the cloth over my face.
“I am making a… how do you say, a lateral move.”
“You’re leaving my uncle’s organization?”
He chuckles. “Sort of. But it’s more that your uncle is leaving his own organization.” Pavel snickers. “With expedience.”
I blink quickly. “You’re… are you going to kill him?”
Pavel sighs. Suddenly, I feel his hand grip the cloth. He yanks it free. I blink quickly as the dim lights blind me after darkness. When I can see again, I tremble. Pavel has always looked at me with crazy eyes. Right now, though, he looks maniacal.
“Yes,” he says bluntly. “Anton no longer trusts me.”
