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His Russian accent is not as thick as Ares’, I notice oddly. I don’t know why my brain wants to nitpick on such a meaningless detail. Probably because the man in front of me looks like he’s hanging on the last hinge of sanity when his brother speaks next.
“It’s not here.” This time the second brother speaks in English. He sounds panicked.
His hair is ruffled and the smile on his face is as fake as Joker’s. One good push and we’d all be in crazy town.
Disgust wells inside when he slides the back of his knuckles down the side of my face.
“My brother is saying our bank accounts have been drained. You just came from the bed of the only man who could do this.” He’s disturbingly calm and I wait for the mental break that will send him over the edge.
“Do you know where my missing money is?” he asks, wearing that same eerie smile.
“Like I would know,” I lie to his face. I’ve had a lot of years of practice and it’s once again coming in handy.
He pulls a handkerchief from his suit pocket and dabs at the blood on my lips. I look on horrified when he brings it to his mouth and licks. “You’ll make a sweet addition to my collection.”
“Mr. Volkov,” Beast two enters the room. I wondered where he was. “The women are loaded and will arrive at the port within the hour.”
“That’s fine. As of today, we take control.”
“Ivan, every single account is dry. There’s not a single cent left. It’s the Antonovs. I know it. That rat bastard stole from us.”
“Yes. But you’re thinking of the wrong Antonov, Andrei.”
Ivan’s gaze never leaves mine as he speaks to his brother now pacing from one side of the room to the other.
Andrei mutters something and drags his hand over his face. It would be comical if I wasn’t so damn scared they will take their wrath out on me any second.
Out of the corner of my eye I see the one named Andrei jittery with his eyes darting to the doorway like he’s expecting someone to walk through it at any second.
“Oizys says now,bratan.”
“Poshel na khuy! Fuck you! And fuck him. I’m done with these Antonovs.” Ivan is across the room in three strides. For a man of his size, his speed is pretty freaking impressive. He fists the front of his brother’s suit and hauls him in until their noses are touching. His eyes are wild.
“I make the rules, brother. Me,” he bellows until the floors beneath me feel like they are shaking. Spittle slips from his mouth in his rage.
“Say that to my face.” The Volkovs’ heads swivel toward the door. The flash of a muzzle and Andrei is in a heap on the floor.
I stare stunned. We all do. This is Oizys I presume. I huff connecting a few dots. Their parents had a twisted sense of humor naming their kids from Greek gods. Ares and now Oizys-a goddess, but I guess his dear mommy didn’t care. Naming your kid after misery and suffering is messed up.
Time slows and second by second I see realization dawn. Ivan’s face crumples with fury and fists start flying.
A man equal in Ivan’s size steps through the door and grips him by the throat. Five fingers dig into flesh, squeezing until Ivan’s face turns a flaming red. With the force of an ox, he lifts Ivan to the tips of his toes like he weighs no more than the suit he wears.
“Did you have something to say?”
Ivan struggles frantically but he might as well accept his fate. His gurgling makes my stomach clench.
“I didn’t think so,” the man I am still assuming is Oizys says with a cocked arrogant brow.
He shoves Ivan across the room and the man pinwheels into the wall. I can’t take my eyes away as he slumps to his knees. I wanted them both dead. Wished to see the Volkovs buried in the earth. But the human part of me, the one who just wants peace for God’s sake, weeps for the brother who crouches over the body of his lifeless twin.
I feel his pain, the tension of it gripping my chest tightly.
There’s a new alpha in the room. Palpable as electricity during a thunderstorm. Power transfers. It no longer sits with the Volkovs. I peel my eyes off Ivan and let them fall on the new threat.
“Shit,” Beast One says faintly and for once I actually agree with the douche bag. We are both in some real deep shit here.
Massive, dark-haired with a scowl just like Ares. His eyes are the color of forged steel and his shoulders have a similar shape—strong, pinned back as if held by sheer arrogance. There’s a familiar aura of power about him but this man has a sinister edge to his energy.
