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“God, who the fuck is?” Osip asks. “I can’t imagine fucking the same pussy over and over again for the rest of my goddamn life.”
I want to tell him that he could probably do it since he’ll be dead in two days, but I don’t. I’m too busy inwardly apologizing to my perfect wife for the shit I’m being forced to say.
“Perfect, I’ll let my brothers know.” Knowing I’m about to be lead out of the room, I squat down to meet Alina’s eyes and give her a smile that I hope looks cold and calculating instead of miserable and heartbroken. “I’ll see you very soon, Nadia. My brothers and I will be looking forward to it.”
The pain in her eyes is hard to not look away from, but I don’t. Seeing her in this moment is the absolute least I can do. Looking away from her misery because it hurts me isn’t an option. I can’t get her out of here right now like I want to, but I can let her see in my eyes the promise that we’re coming back to get her.
The anguish and utter despair that hangs on her frail body scares the fuck out of me, because after all she’s been through, I refuse to believe that Konstantin has truly broken her. I won’t allow him the fucking satisfaction of destroying her.
Right before I stand back up, the corner of her mouth lifts up in a movement that’s so small it would be easy to miss, but I recognize it immediately. It’s a hint at the mischievous smirk she’d always give me when she was up to trouble, the same one I remember her giving me on her eighteenth birthday when she’d insisted on getting a drink. As quickly as it appears, it’s gone, but it’s enough. I know she’s in there, that some part of her realizes we’re coming to get her.
“Get back in your fucking corner, pet,” Konstantin yells at her, and she quickly ducks her head and scurries back to the corner she was in when we first walked through the door. The room is bare, nothing but a mattress in the corner, but something tells me she’s not allowed to rest on it. There are no blankets, no pillows, nothing to give her the slightest bit of comfort, and a part of me dies in that room when I have to turn around and walk out, leaving her naked and alone.
Once we’re back downstairs, I take the offer of a drink and quickly down it while I wait for Danil. Every second feels like an hour, but when he finally finishes up with Casimir, he takes one look at me and makes up an excuse about us needing to leave.
“What the fuck happened?” he asks as soon as we’re in the SUV and I’m pulling down the driveway.
“I saw her, Danil, and there’s a fucking change of plans. She’ll be at the Red Viper this Friday, and we’re getting her and killing every motherfucker there.”
Chapter15
Katya
I’m already in bed by the time Vitaly gets home. I’ve been worrying nonstop about him, trying to lose myself in drawing and then in watching a movie, but nothing was working, so I just decided to lay down and wait. When I see the look on his face, I’m glad I did. I’ve never seen him look so haunted before, and I’m on my feet in seconds, crossing the room and wrapping my arms around him.
“What happened?”
He wraps his arms around me, squeezing me so tightly I can barely breathe, but I don’t pull away. I let him hold me like he needs to. He buries his nose in my neck and takes a long, shaky breath.
“I need you,” he groans against my skin. I start to ask what’s going on, but he picks me up and carries me back to bed. “Please,ptichka. I swear I’ll tell you everything, but right now I need to feel something sweet, something good, because I feel like I can’t fucking breathe and you’re the only thing that can help.”
Rough, scarred hands trail up my thighs, pushing my T-shirt up before hooking under my panties and pulling them down. Next my shirt is ripped off my head before he quickly undresses and brings his body back to mine.
“I love you so goddamn much,” he whispers against my skin, cupping one of my breasts while he positions himself between my thighs.
“I love you, too.” I cup his face and kiss him. “I’m here, Vitaly. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
He slides into me with a deep, masculine groan and then his lips are on mine, and he’s kissing me like he’ll never be able to get enough, like he’s a dying man and I’m his salvation. Every thrust of his hips is hard and deep, but there’s so much fucking love in the way he’s kissing and touching me. With every caress of his fingers and every swipe of his tongue along mine, he’s reminding himself that I’m here, that I’m safe, and that I’m his.
I lose myself in him just as much as he’s losing himself in me, and when I come, he lets go at the same time so we can shatter together. His kiss softens, but he doesn’t pull back. He keeps kissing me as he grows soft inside me. Wrapping my legs around him, I run my fingers through his hair and let him kiss me for as long as he needs.
“I hate your fucking brothers,” he murmurs against my lips in between kisses. “I hate acting like a perverted jackass when I’m around them. I hate that I have to say horrible things that I don’t mean and that disrespect you, and I fucking hate that I couldn’t kill them tonight.”
The pain in his voice has me wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug.
“I saw her tonight,” he whispers, “and then I had to come here and tell Matvey that I saw her, that she was naked and too thin and covered in bruises, and then I had to tell him that she’d told them her last name was his, that as scared as she was, she’d clung to Matvey in the only way she could.”
“I’m so sorry.” I kiss him and hold him tighter. “I’m so sorry.”
“We’re killing them in two days,ptichka.”
My body stiffens at the words. I knew it was coming, but I hadn’t expected it to be so soon. I don’t give a shit about my brothers, but the thought of Vitaly’s life being in danger makes me feel sick.
“Will you do something with me tomorrow?”
“Anything,” I quickly say. “I would do anything for you.”
When he doesn’t say anything, just rolls us over and pulls the blankets over my bare ass, I lift my head and meet his eyes. “You’re not going to tell me what it is?”
