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A short distance away, Kaden and Mikhail are swiping at each other with their knives.
The fight has barely gone on for a minute. But with three against two, and the sheer skill level that Rico and the Hunters possess, the battle was over almost before it started.
While Anton groans and tries to groggily push himself up from the ground, Rico jerks his chin at Jace, who immediately bends down and grabs Anton by the throat. Hauling him to his knees, Jace forces Anton to keep his back pressed against Jace’s legs. The youngest Hunter keeps his hand locked around the Russian’s throat.
Merciless rage drips from Rico’s entire being as he positions himself slightly behind and to the right of Anton. Reaching down, he grabs the young man’s wrist and then raises his arm so that it is stretched out straight to the side. With his grip still around Anton’s wrist, he places his boot on the back of the guy’s elbow. And then he pushes forward with his leg.
A cry of pain splits the air.
Mikhail immediately stops and whirls towards the sound. All color drains from his face when he sees his little brother.
Rico stares back at him with ruthless eyes.
If he puts more pressure on Anton’s elbow, he’s going to snap his arm in two.
“You really,really, shouldn’t have come after Isabella,” Rico declares.
A ripple goes through my soul at the way he says my name.
“If you hurt him—” Mikhail begins through a snarl.
“Does it look like you’re in any position to make demands?” Rico cuts him off.
And as if to really drive the point home, he pushes his boot down a little farther.
Anton cries out again and tries to bend over to ease the pressure. But Jace keeps him trapped upright with that hand around his neck. Another whimper spills from Anton’s lips as Rico pushes down slightly again.
Power pulses from every inch of Rico’s muscular body as he stares Mikhail down. “Last year, little Anton begged for mercy on your behalf. Now, it’s your turn.”
“No,” Anton calls. “Don’t—”
Jace abruptly tightens his grip on the guy’s throat, cutting off his air and the rest of his sentence.
Rage and desperation flash across Mikhail’s face.
“Unless you want me to shatter his elbow and break his arm, that is,” Rico continues. Cocking his head, he looks every bit the ruthless mafia heir that he really is. “Do you think his career would ever recover from that?”
On the ground, Anton gasps in a breath as Jace loosens his grip on his throat slightly.
Mikhail flicks a quick look down at his brother before meeting Rico’s eyes again and then spitting out a long and vicious curse in Russian.
A cruel smile spreads across Kaden’s lips as he watches Rico push down his boot until Anton screams loud enough to pierce my eardrums.
“No!” Mikhail yells.
Rico stops moving his boot, but his eyes remain merciless. “What’s it gonna be, Petrov? Because something is going to break here today, and it’s either going to be his arm or your pride.”
The very air seems to tremble from the power dripping from his every word.
“Kneel,” Rico orders.
Mikhail’s blue eyes dart down to his little brother again. Then he slowly lowers himself to his knees. Next to him, Kaden pulls out his cellphone and starts filming him. Cold amusement dances in his eyes.
“Beg,” Rico commands.
Shame shines on Mikhail’s features as he swallows and presses out, “Please.”
“Better.”
