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The man behind me fell, following in the footsteps of his comrades. Viktor was quick on his feet and pulled out a dagger. It landed on my throat, whilst his other hand held a gun to my temple.
Shivers ran down my body. The closer Davorin came, the more excited I got. The night was still young, and I had plenty of plans for how it would end.
The ghost of a smirk decorated Davorin’s face, his eyes as cold as the wind that blew in my face. Viktor was pressing the blade harder against my throat, and by the time Davorin was in front of us, I felt relaxed all over again.
“I’d advise you to remove your filthy hand from my future wife, kid.”
His voice had never sounded like this. It was deep, threatening, and terrifying. Viktor froze, Davorin’s words embedding into his brain.
“Take another step and she dies,” Viktor warned, but Davorin only cocked his head to the side and challenged him.
Another step forward made my twin slowly back up.
“That isn’t very smart,” Davorin said. “I can see that she’s the smart one out of you two.”
Realization slowly dawned on Viktor. While he’d been busy trying to get rid of me, Aleksei and Dominik had been getting rid of our father, putting the trash of our family to rest for good. No one was coming to help him—the loud music from downstairs made it impossible for anyone to hear what was happening here.
“You can’t kill me—I’ll pull the trigger before you get the chance to,” Viktor breathed.
He hadn’t counted on me having a gun of my own. I’d pulled it out the moment his had touched my temple, but he hadn’t noticed.
I looked up, meeting my brother’s gaze, and it made me still for a moment. It reminded me of my own, many years ago. That was the look I’d had whenever my father had called for me, whenever he’d thrown me into that fucking cage. It was a look of pure terror—a silent plea for help.
I didn’t grant it.
Viktor was very impulsive and always went head-first into a problem. He never thought things through properly, and when it inevitably came to bite him in the ass, he regretted it. That was the main difference between us. I never had the luxury of regret, but it was all he knew.
Two gunshots echoed. Both came from Davorin, who’d lost his patience; however, he’d honored my request not to kill Viktor himself.
One of the bullets had pierced the arm that had been holding the gun to my head. Immediately, it dropped to the floor. The second was in his shoulder. It loosened the grip on the blade just enough for me to grab his wrist, twist it, and steal the weapon from him. He groaned, pain visible on his face. I didn’t waste any time and headbutted him.
He fell flat on his ass.
Davorin rushed to my side and pulled me up. His hands were on my face whilst he inspected the slight bruising from where I’d hit Viktor. His jaw clenched and his eyes landed on Viktor; there was nothing in them but murderous intent.
“I’m fine,” I said softly. “Let me handle this.”
Davorin wasn’t thrilled by the request. “Fine,” he grumbled once he saw my determination.
I turned to Viktor and, with the knife he would’ve used to slice my throat, I stabbed him, right in the chest. His eyes widened, and he struggled to breathe, or comprehend what was happening.
“I should’ve ended your life when I had the chance,” he spat.
I nodded. “Yes, you should’ve, because unlike you, I don’t hesitate, and I don’t second-guess my decisions. I follow through with them.”
“So what are you waiting for then?” His gun was within reaching distance, yet because Davorin’s was pointed at his head, he didn’t attempt to grab it. He wasn’t that stupid.
“I thought of many creative ways for you to go, and I was very excited about executing them. However…” I paused and got on my knees, moving closer to him. “I won’t do that. Not because I care about you, and not because you don’t deserve it, because you do. It’s just too time-consuming, and time’s the one thing I’m lacking right now.”
“You’ve gone soft, Kaya.” He laughed, and I plunged the knife deeper into his body. His laughter turned into a coughing fit.
“Six months ago, you would’ve tortured me without any regard to time or place.”
“Yes, but six months ago I was unaware just how much of a coward you were.”
“It’s a shame, really,” Viktor breathed. “You had the potential to become a great warrior, Ekaterina.”
“I’m not a warrior; I’m a weapon. I’m destructive and I cause nothing but chaos and grief. And I happen to like that.”
