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I shrug. It is true, but Lucia is different. "I slept."
Zeus's eyes widen. "You slept, as in went somnolent beside another human being? Awoman?"
My brothers and I don't trust people in general, but we are particularly wary of women. Our mother lied to my brothers when I was taken and told them I had been sent away to school. Our nanny colluded with the Golubevs.
Both women betrayed us for their own comfort and security.
The bratva wanted part of my grandfather's territory in Los Angeles. They believed I was the leverage to get it. I believed my grandfather, who was theNonós tis Nýchtas(the Godfather of the Night for theÁdis Adelfótita) would rescue me.
We were both wrong.
The Golubevs tortured me, sending videos of my abuse to my grandfather as incentive. He was unmoved and by the time I returned to my family, I no longer allowed emotion to move me either.
"There was a hell of a lot of sex too." The memory has my cock wanting to surge in my slacks.
"Didn't need that bit of information."
"Maybe she wore me out." It would explain why I was able to sleep next to Lucia.
I don't feel worn out though. After burying myself in her body and eating her pussy so many times, I am ready to take on a whole nest of enemies.
Too bad we're lying low right now.
"Maybe." Zeus doesn't look any more convinced than I am. "Should I be worried?"
"About me getting a lot of phenomenal sex?"
"About you being compromised." Thedipshitgoes unsaid, but I hear it anyway.
"My loyalty to you will never be compromised."
My grandfather didn't rescue me nineteen years ago. His men, including my father, did not rescue me.
Constantin, who is my uncle and the currentNonós tis Nýchtas, defied his father and came into Golubev territory to get me. He brought my older brothers along, who were twelve and thirteen at the time. Constantin was only seventeen himself.
Nearly a whole generation younger than my mom, he rules over theÁdis Adelfótitavery differently than my grandfather did. He'll order the death of an entire family without blinking an eye, but his loyalty to his men and his family is absolute.
That started nineteen years ago when he, Zeus and Orion breached enemy territory to save me. We all became made men that night, killing all my captors staying at the compound. Three, and the most brutal, of those kills were mine.
After a year of torture, I had a lot of rage. The beast the Golubev bastards woke inside me had his first taste of retribution that night. It has had many tastes since. I have killed so many Golubev bratva soldiers, they have a permanent bounty on my head.
I'm not worried. Their bratva is a shadow of what it once was because of me. One day, I will make sure the Golubevs cease to exist altogether.
"You've got that look in your eye," Zeus says.
"What look?" But I know.
"You're thinking about them."
The Golubevs. He doesn't have to say their name. We both know.
My destiny as an enforcer and assassin is carved into every scar they put on my back.
Constantin gave me the nicknameDímioswhen I killed my captors so brutally the night my uncle and brothers rescued me. In an ironic twist of fate, the bratva call mepalachand whisper about me like the bogeyman. Like the Greek worddímios, it is Russian for executioner.
"Other than getting lucky, how did it go last night?" Zeus asks sourly.
We all have our damage from that night.
