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“That’s why I’ll wait until you’re asleep.”
I release her face, but then she grabs onto my dress shirt. “He’ll kill you. No one is supposed to even talk to me.”
Smiling down at her, I brush my knuckle under her chin. “Princess, he won’t do a damn thing to me. I have to make a call, and you need to get in the shower. I’ll get you something to wear. When I get back, you better be sleeping, or I’ll forget all about your naivety and show you what you’ve been missing.”
“Oh goodness.” I adjust my cock and then turn on the shower behind me.
“I’m not good, but I’ll give you all that I have in me.” I brush my lips on her forehead before leaving the bathroom. Pulling out a pair of boxers and a tee shirt, I set them on the bed.
Ivan is waiting at the bottom of the steps for me. “He knows you have her.”
“I expected as much. Does he have his men circling their wagons outside?” I’m ready to go out there, guns blazing, if they even attempt a siege. However, I doubt that will be necessary. One thing about Volchek is his own self-preservation and not that of his family. His empire means everything, which is why he butchered my family.
He shakes his head, bringing up the footage on a security tablet, showing me the bastards lurking. “I spotted a few in the distance, but they’re just monitoring it appears. I don’t know what their angle is.”
“Don’t kill them. Have them brought to me. Enough with the time wasting and games. Volchek will get his dues much sooner than I planned.”
“What about his daughter?” He’s a great systems tech, but this is not his business.
“I thought I made my intentions clear.”
“I don’t mean that, Sir. We weren’t prepared for her arrival, and she will need things. I have three sisters, and the amount a girl needs just to get through their day is insane.” Damn, he’s right, and it’s not like I can take her out to pick whatever she wants.
“Thank you. Please send your sisters out with security to purchase attire for Katya. Elegant and comfortable. I will get her sizes and give them an expense account. They can even buy themselves a few items for their efforts.”
“Oh no. I’ll just escort them and keep that bit to myself. They’re not to be trusted with money when shopping for clothes.”
“Very well. I must check on matters, so have this handled first thing in the morning.”
“Yes, Boss.” I head into my office and think about my next moves while they apprehend the pieces of shit lingering on my property.
Ten minutes later, my guys have them bagged and in the cellar, waiting on me. I roll up my sleeves and grab a few weapons for a little fun. It’s been a bit too easy and clean lately. Two guards stand outside the room while I hear the rat bastards shouting at Ivan in Russian about how we’re all going to die. It’s so fucking cute, but the next words I overheard are too much for me to hold back. I burst through the door and pulled out my blade, putting it to the fucker’s throat. The other guy is barely conscious in the back, face battered.
“You were there?” I ask, daring him to repeat what I overheard. There will be no mercy tonight.
“Yes, and I listened to them scream like a baby.” I swipe my blade along his knuckles, fileting them wide open.
“Good, because you will scream.” I turn to Alek, who brings the salt. “I don’t even need information anymore, Alek. Do I?”
“Nyet, Boss.” I pour the salt, smirking as the bastard wails like a little bitch. Howling as the sting intensifies.
“Music to my ears,” I say. The torture I bestow is nothing compared to what he deserves for his words alone. He dared to bring more pain to me; reminding me of the horrors that my little brother suffered was a foolish thing to do. Nothing about it was brave, and now he’ll suffer a much longer death, and I won’t have an ounce of regret.
“Stop, please.”
“Nope. Your balls are gone now, aren’t they? You talked about butchering my family and dare ask that I show you a crumb of mercy? No, you will die slowly and painfully.” I continue my torture, slicing his kneecaps and repeating the seasoning. “My dogs may enjoy the taste of seasoned meat a little more.”
“How about this asshole?”
“What have you to say?”
“Your father crossed Volchek and didn’t hand over property Volchek demanded was his. Semyonov said it belonged to his family, so Vlad took their lives.”
“How many were there?”
“Twenty men. Most of them died fighting the guards, but it was already too late for your father’s men. Volchek and his small team had isolated them and attacked.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I question him.
