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He cocked his brow. “Kill is such a strong word. I only helped her out of her misery. I put her down nice and gentle, the kind of miserable fate a bitch like her deserved.”
My hands shook but with anger this time. I slapped Angelo on his face. “You’re a monster,” I screamed, tears pouring down my eyes. “You’re a fucking monster!”
His eyes darkened even more. I should’ve regretted hitting him in that moment, but I was too angry to care. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“You shouldn’t have killed my mother.”
He snorted, fisted my hair and dragged me to my feet. Then he shoved me against the wall and huffed. “You should be thanking me for putting an end to her miserable life.”
Pain shot through my back as I hit the wall and I let out a cry as I slid to the floor. Angelo prowled to me, grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me to my feet. “I thought it would be a nice present if I let Nikolai watch as I kill you, but I guess not.” He pulled me to his desk and flung me on top of it. “I’ll make sure your death as painful as my mother’s.”
My eyes darted to a flower pot on a floating shelf across the desk and I broke into a mirthless laughter. A strong, metallic taste filled my tastebuds and my entire throbbed with pain.
Angelo looked at me, confused. “What’s funny, bitch?”
“Nothing.” One thing was clear though, we weren’t both going to make it out of here alive. I wasn’t going to back down without a fight and if luck was on my side, I was going to watch him die before I breathed my last.
Adrenaline seeped through my veins, numbing some of the pain shooting through me and energizing me. I shoved Angelo aside, ran to the floating shelf and grabbed the flower pot.
“How about we die together instead, brother?” I slammed the flower pot to the back of his head twice and he thudded to the ground with a muffled cry. The vase shattered and the sand holding the faux plant emptied on him.
I still had a tiny piece in my hand, but I wavered between finishing off with or making a run for it while I still had the chance. His bodyguards were still outside, they’d kill me before I ever made it out of the building. I had a better chance of ending Angelo for good.
I’ll kill him.
I straddled myself on his legs, held the shattered piece up and made to stab him but he held my wrist and pushed me off. I staggered to my feet, still determined to kill him, but he was faster.
He wrapped his fingers around my neck and began to strangle me. “Die, you stupid bitch! Die!”
Blood trickled down from his head, snaking its way down one of his eyes and eventually dripping to the floor.
I scratched, clawed, and tried to kick, but he was stronger. I was going to die. “My only regret was that I won’t be the one to kill you.”
“Mine is that Nikolai won’t watch you die. I really wanted to see the look on his face when I killed you.” He squeezed his fingers around my neck tighter.
I clamped my hand around my small bump and regret sloshed me. I should never have left the mansion. Now I wasn’t only going to die, my baby would too.
Air drained from my lungs slowly and my vision began to blur.
I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.
I’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone.
The last trickle of tears slid down my face and I slipped into darkness.
Chapter 26 - Nikolai
Something in me flipped as me, Maxim and Vlad entered the Vadim manor. It’d been a year since I was here. A year since Sergey and I spilled Giovanni’s blood.
This place still reeked of death. Dried up blood stained the black, iron wrought gate, and the ugly sculptures lining the driveway looked like they were still in mourning.
For us—the Vadims—a lot had changed in a year. Sergey became a father, and I became a husband. I’d gone from being a cold killer to a loving husband who would risk it all for his family.
And that alone made me even more dangerous than I’d ever been. Violence twitched in my veins.
“Can you believe we’re back here exactly one year later to spill more Pietro blood?” Maxim asked, filling the magazine of his gun with bullets.
“I have a feeling this won’t be the last time,” Vlad replied, removing the knife Sergey gifted him when he became part of the Bratva. We had shot our way inside and an odd sense of satisfaction filled me as the Italian soldiers dropped to the floor like flies.
