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“What the fuck!?” I heard Damien’s mother yell. She ran over to her injured husband, grabbed his gun off the floor, and turned to point it at me. I saw her face change as she began to recognize mine.
“Nikolai…” she said, seemingly stunned. “You look just like…just like…your BITCH MOTHER!” Seeing her finger ready itself on the trigger, I shot the gun out of her hand as well. I really was a natural.
“Oh my god, please, don’t shoot me, please…” she begged. I felt a rage course through my body. I had so much hatred for the woman—for what she’d done to Damien, for what she’d said about my parents…but I needed to be better than her, better than Vladimir.
“Stay still,” I said, standing up. Her husband was whining in pain. I walked over to Damien, whose face lit up the second he saw me. I took the steak knife, which I’d napped in a cloth napkin, out of my pocket as I uncut the ropes. When he could stand again, he hugged me before grabbing some of the rope and carrying it over to his mother. On his way, he’d grabbed the other gun that I’d shot out of his father’s hands.
“Mom, hold your hands out,” he said. She looked at him with disgust but did as he said.
He wrapped her arms with a piece of the rope, knotting it and essentially handcuffing her.
“You’re lucky we’re not going to kill you, Mom. We’re better than that. We’re better than you.”
I don’t know what came over him at that moment, but he turned and kissed me in front
of his parents—a deep and passionate kiss, like what one sees in the movies. His father was so shocked, he seemed to have forgotten his two bullet wounds. His mother’s jaw was on the floor.
Damien took the opportunity to take the keys out of his father’s pocket and hand them to me.
“Go get your Grandpa, and let’s get the hell out of here,” he said.
“Then you go get Svetlana. She got shot in the ankle. She’s in the dining room. She’ll need your help.”
We kissed once more and then went to make our saviors.
I opened the metal door to the cell, where I saw Grandpa in fetal position on the bed. He seemed to be in serious pain.
“Grandpa, it’s me,” I said, grabbing him. His body felt so weak and nimble. He didn’t look back at me or respond, but he was breathing, and I knew he would be okay. “I came to get you out of here.”
I picked up the man who’d given my father life and carried him past two of the people who were involved in ending it—Damien’s parents.
“You’ll never pay one hundredth of the man your son is,” I hissed at them as I walked past. They said nothing and only looked at me in shock.
I carried Grandpa up the stairs and ran outside, where Damien was carrying Svetlana and loading her into the car.
I buckled up Grandpa, and then myself. Damien closed the door next to him.
“Let’s go,” he told the driver.
He squeezed my hand as we pulled away.
Chapter 24
Damien
I couldn’t believe I’d kissed Nikolai in front of my parents like that. But I had no regrets.
Seeing their stupid, mean faces just reminded me how much I didn’t want to be anything like them.
I wanted to be in love. And I was still a hundred times smarter and tougher than them, even if I was in love with a boy.
Which I was.
I was so madly in love with Nikolai, I just couldn’t deny it anymore.
When we got back to the house that night, we lay Nikolai’s grandfather on the sofa by the fireplace, trying to warm him up. Roman had put together an antidote to the poison, which we gave his grandfather in the car. He was starting to come to, but was still incredibly tired.
“Nikolai, I’m so sorry for everything,” I said. I was sure his grandfather was sleeping.
