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Speak of the devil.
With rounded eyes, I stare at the scene of carnage before me. My core flutters as I watch a naked brunette, her hands tied behind her back, suck him off as if her life depends on it. And maybe it does. I’m not sure how this kind of thing works, but I’m positive poor service equals a lesser tip.
I would work hard too.
Another man I don’t recognize has his hands on her hips, roughly railing into her from behind, his ass flexing as he pistons in and out of her ass.
Adrian doesn’t notice me. His head is tilted back against the chair, eyes closed as if in prayer. One hand is in the brunette’s hair, controlling her speed. The woman moans around his cock when the man taking her from behind circles his hand around to her clit. He’s muttering under his breath, no doubt encouraging her from the looks of it.
“Adrian Volkov,” I call out his name, my voice hoarse but steady. The hand in the girl's hair stills as his eyes open and his head shoots forward.
Crystal blue, just like I remember.
“Shit,” the man fucking the girl grunts as he pulls out and quickly tugs her to her feet. She doesn’t complain, just shoots me a nasty look as the man yanks her from the room.
Don’t worry, honey, you can have the monster.
Silence settles around us. The calm before the storm.
He doesn’t bother to fix himself, just sits back in his chair with his cock hanging out. It takes every ounce of control I have not to sneak a peek. I don’t have the energy to worry about the size of his cock anyway. Now the edges of my vision are beginning to blur.
“You don’t belong here, Castellanos,” he sneers, his lips turning up at the edge dangerously. A surge of dizziness washes over me. Lights dance across my eyes.
“I need your help.” I sway on my feet. Just a little, but it’s enough to have his gaze shifting to my bloodied body. Something flashes in his eyes beyond the cold dismissal. Was it worry? Or hope that I would die before his eyes and justice would be served?
“Please…” I whisper as the darkness closes in on me. “They’re all gone. I need…”
Blood loss is a bitch.
Three
Her body hits the floor, a low groan falling from her lips at the impact. I don’t move. Choosing to simply stare down at her in shock. I haven’t seen her in nearly six years and now, here she is, in my house, her blood seeping into my expensive Persian rug.
She is soaked in it. Her nightgown is torn and saturated. My gaze roams over her unconscious form and I have to tuck myself back into my pants before my dick gets any ideas. She’s beautiful. Far from the underdeveloped, troublemaking best friend of my late wife.
My jaw clenches as thoughts of Ada fill my head.
I should have my men throw her out on the streets and let whoever started this finish it for good. The Castellanos family is nothing but scum. Traitors to their own people. I would be doing the world a favor if I threw her out into the night with nothing to protect her.
Except I’m an idiot.
Instead of throwing out the trash, I stride toward her and lift her lithe frame into my arms. She groans again, instinctively turning into my chest, seeking my warmth. Vanya looks innocent in my arms. Her long lashes dust against her pale cheeks as her eyes dance behind her closed eyelids.
Effortlessly, I carry her up the stairs. I mean to put her in one of the guest rooms, but my feet keep going and I find myself laying her bloodied body on my dark satin sheets. She barely stirs, her breathing shallow, face pale.
“Anton,” I call, knowing my second isn’t far from my side. He no doubt got word the moment she entered the house.
His head pokes into the room, a worried frown creating lines across his forehead.
“What’s up?” His eyes round when he sees Vanya in my bed. “Blyad’. What do you need?”
“Take some men over to the Castellanos’s house,” I tell him. “I want to know what happened there. Page Madsen while you are at it.” Anton nods as he takes out his phone to dial the doctor. Without another word, he’s gone, and I’m left waiting.
Again.
Just like I was six years ago.
The hospital smells like bleach and rotting flesh. An odd combination, even for a hospital, but it’s all I can seem to smell. I pace the length of the waiting room, Anton at my side, both of us nervous as fuck. His leg bounces uncontrollably as he bites his thumb anxiously. Everything about this situation is fucked up. He knows it. I know it.
