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That son of a bitch hasmylittle girl.
I have no idea what I grab—all I know is that it’s heavy and feels fucking incredible to swing at this bastard’s head. Oleg manages to duck just in time, but I’m prepared for that. The thing—something decorative, it looks like—connects with his ribcage and I’m able to return his gift of a few broken ribs in one fell swoop.
This is it.
This is the moment.
As Oleg crumples to the floor in a cry of pain, all I can think about is how good this is about to feel.
Because I’m going to kill him.
I’m going to fucking beat him into the floor until all that’s left is his stupid ring.
I swing the wrought iron down on him and relish his screams that quickly follow a sickening snap in his leg. Another blow, another snap, another scream. His arm is broken.
It’s also got a few teeth marks puncturing the skin, I notice. That must be Princess’s handiwork.
Good girl.
The relief I feel at realizing the blood in and around Willow’s room is probablynothers, just the signature of Princess doing her job, gives me enough clarity to really relish this moment with my father.
“You stupid, stupid man.” I tower over him, shoving him onto his back with my foot on his chest. “I had everything under control. Tolya was going to be free, therightway, thelegalway, so he’d never have to go back there again.”
Another blow.
Something crunches.
Oleg screams again, this time through gritted teeth as he clutches the same leg that I’m pretty sure is now shattered to bits.
“But you had to go and ruin it. Just like you always do.” I wipe my mouth; some of his blood is starting to spray up on me. The darkness inside me loves how it tastes. Like vengeance made real. “You had to prove you’re the big man, the big boss. Well, Otets, I’ve got news for you.”
I crack a few more of his ribs. I don’t fucking care if they puncture his lungs. Hell, I hope they do. Choking on his own blood would be a fitting way to go.
“Real men don’t sell little girls. They don’t terrorize children just to get what they want. And real—” I hit his shoulder. “—fucking—” His other arm. “—men—” His groin, which was not intentional but such a cathartic blow. “—don’t buy women. So guess what,Dad?”
I step back to let him at least attempt to breathe. I’m enjoying this a little too much; I don’t want him slipping this mortal coil before I’m done with him.
“You’re just a sad, pathetic little excuse of a man.” I swish my war club through the air a few times just to feel the satisfying weight balanced in my grasp.
Oleg coughs and sputters, blood misting from his mouth. “Family… is… everything,” he wheezes.
Is he fucking serious?
The sudden gun he pulls out of fucking nowhere and aims at me says yes, he is fucking serious.
He chuckles between wheezes. “Family… is everything…” He coughs, sniffs, then pulls himself upright. “Which is why I’m not blowing your brains out for this, Demyen. You’re a goddamn bastard if there ever was one. But you are still my son.”
That might be the closest he’s ever come in his entire life to confessing he actually cares about me.
Way too little.
Way too late.
“Family?” I’d laugh if I wasn’t seething through my teeth. “You don’t know a damn thing about family.”
Oleg shrugs and winces in pain, but keeps his gun leveled at me. “Agree to disagree. Now, I am going to walk out of here. You are going to let me walk out of here. If there’s so much as a stray bullet that hits my car on the way out, I’ll be making a call to Patterson about his little girl and you’ll see exactly how far I’ll go to protect my family.”
I hate him.
