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Well, at least it would see some use today.
I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh as I traced the intricate pattern of the wings on the hairpin. My parents really danced around the whole angel idea as much as they could.
My mother always told me she named me Angel because the moment she held me in her arms for the first time she knew that’s what I was, an angel. My mother would probably be shaking her head in shame and digging herself deeper into her grave if she saw how I turned out.
I am the furthest thing from an angel, or anything holy and good for that matter.
If only they could see me now.
CHAPTER 43
Nikolai
“Ohmpf!” The painedgrunt caught my cough when my body hunched over from the kick to my stomach.
“Oi! They said to not damage the goods. He still needs to be alive and relatively unharmed. No one wants a beat up body.” One of the guards assigned to me scolded the one who kicked me.
“No one will notice that, he’s just being a baby. I didn’t even kick him that hard.” The other guard argued back with a scowl. “Hope whoever buys him tosses him in the cage.”
“Oh please, that’d be a waste. As fun as it would be to beat him to death, it’d be more beneficial to have a bratva boss under your thumb than have him dead after a short burst of entertainment.” The first guard wasn’t exactly putting any ease in me.
It was unclear whether I would make it out of this night alive or not. I’d signed my uncertain end the moment I refused Ivan’s horrendous offer again a little while ago. Even if I still questioned the loyalties of my wife and brother, I wouldn’t hand over my bratva to him and have him drag it through the fires of hell and ruin all I’ve built and fixed.
What would happen next was unclear. All I knew was that I would partake—very unwillingly—in this stupid black market auction. Like hell I would let some fat politician pull my strings. I was going to rain hellfire on everyone the moment these chains came loose.
There was a brief period of travel from where I was being held to—what I assumed to be—The Catacombs, where I was tossed into another cage along with some other people who were fortunate enough to not be bound up.
“Nyet!”
My body moved on its own in response to the distressed cry. The sudden impact of my body against another jarred me enough to realize what I had done.
One of the guards made a grab at one of the girls—who did not look legal—and I had body slammed him out of instinct when I heard her cry.
Looking over to the sobbing girl, I gave her a once over to make sure she was fine as I twisted my body back upright. “Ty v poryadke?” I asked in a concerned voice.
The girl looked at me with grateful eyes, nodding in response before letting out a shriek when I was tackled over onto the ground with a grunt.
