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I can say without hesitation that if anyone—man, woman, or child—would have stepped into my path in that moment, I would have sliced them to pieces.
Without breaking speed, I leaped onto the dock the moment the engine fired up. Puffs of smoke barreled from the exhaust, the scent of marine fuel filling the air. The boat swayed under the drop of weight as I climbed aboard.
Viktor stood at the hull of the speedboat, readying his escape. Startled by the dip of the boat, he grabbed his pistol and spun around, shakily pointing the barrel at my chest. The burns on his face looked like angry, oozing chicken pox.
There was no hesitation, no stopping, no break in my step. Lunging forward, I ripped the pistol from his hand, blocked a weak attempt at a right hook, then pistol-whipped the bastard across the face. He staggered back. I adjusted my hold on the gun, then bashed the hilt into his skull. Over and over again until Viktor Lukin crumpled to the deck.
I considered simply putting a bullet between his eyes, but I decided that would be too easy. I wanted this to be up close and personal.
I tossed the gun over the side of the boat. It splashed into the water.
Viktor moaned, writhing in pain, gripping his oozing head. He blinked wildly, bloodshot eyes dilating as he attempted to focus on me, on what was happening to him.
After retrieving a nylon rope in the cargo, I pulled his arms over his head, bound his wrists together, then tied the rope to the steering wheel. I did the same to his ankles, securing the end of that rope around the base of the captain’s chair. I stared down at the leader of Black Cell, bloodied and hog-tied, strung like a stuck pig.
Pathetic.
Viktor’s eyes rounded as I flipped open the blade of my knife, the light glinting off the tip.
My eyes never leaving his, I cut off his sweater and his slacks, then removed his shoes and socks. When I cut off his underwear, he began to weep like a child.
His penis was small and shriveled. I imagined the pain, both physical and emotional, it had caused Sophia. Rage, like fire, swept up my neck.
“Look at me,” I demanded, straddling his naked body. “Look at me or I will staple your eyelids open.”
“Please,” Viktor begged. “Please don’t kill me.”
“I won’t. Not yet.”
I leaned down, inches from his face.
His eyes went wild with panic. “No, no, no, no—”
“This is for my brother.”
I dragged the tip of the blade from the top of his shoulder to the tip of his thumb. He screamed, bucked, tried to fight out of his binds.
Holding him down, I did the same to his legs. Long, thin slits, the skin unfolding, opening like a budding flower, the blood popping out and then trickling down the curves of his flesh.
Just like he’d done to my brother.
Then I took his limp penis in the palm of my hand.
“No, God, no, please, please, please—”
“This is for Sophia.”
I castrated him. The scream that came out of his lungs sounded alien. Otherworldly.
I tossed his penis into the water.
“And this, motherfucker, is for me.”
I dragged the knife down the side of Viktor’s face, slitting him open from eyebrow to chin. Just. Like. Mine.
And then, with a guttural scream, I shoved the blade into his heart.
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