Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Can you three save this stuff for when I’m not here?” Andru grumbles, unable to stand it a second longer.
I giggle and swallow, clearing my throat when we descend a staircase.
Rodion senses my confusion and says, “Viktor’s idea to hold the meeting on the lower level.”
When we walk through the double doors into the lower level of The Vault, we have to push past dust sheets and tarp that crunches beneath our feet.
“He’s doing renovations, too,” Rodion informs me. I notice a row of clear Plexiglass cells in various stages of construction and raise an eyebrow at Rodion, who just smirks down at me. “Voyeurism is a big kink. You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” he taunts, and memories of him and Z in the shower burn through my mind.
Pulling back another piece of plastic sheeting, we hear voices and find Viktor, Levi, Adam, and another large man sitting around a long white table with leather straps on each corner. I’ve always known Viktor hosts fetish parties down here, but I’ve never been down here myself.
Adam stiffens when he sees the twins and Andru. “You didn’t mention you were bringing company,” he bites out.
I jab a finger toward the two henchmen he brought with him. “Neither did you.”
“What can I say, I have trust issues after Jane Doe ended up in my trunk.”
“Please take a seat.” Viktor gestures toward the leather bench beside him. Adam settles down on the other side. Everyone takes a seat except for Z and Levi. Z stands at the head of the table next to Levi who hovers close to Adam. There’s a subtle flinch from Levi when Z takes his position.
“Excuse the surroundings,” Viktor says. “I’m having some renovations done, but I thought this would be a more private setting.”
“Who was that Jane Doe girl?” Adam asks, ignoring Viktor.
So, no pleasantries then.
“You tell us?” Rodion says, placing a hand on my thigh beneath the table.
“I was talking to Ally, or is it Alyona?” Adam sneers.
My eyes track the snake on Z’s throat as he swallows, and then warns, “I think it would be in your best interest if her name doesn’t pass your lips at all.”
“You do know it was my brother taking care of her for the last two years?” Adam narrows his eyes on Z.
“Was and now she’s back where she belongs.” Z's broad shoulders flex beneath his T-shirt. I noted when he got dressed that his outfit was unusually casual for him, but nothing Z does is without purpose.
“So, you were fucking them behind Jeremiah’s back?” Adam screws up his face in disgust.
“No,” I snap. “You fed your brother those lies, and it sent him fucking crazy.”
“Did he really kill himself?” His fist crashes down on the table, making the metal buckles on the restraints clank against the surface. “Don’t fucking take me for a fool.”
“Your brother was the fool, and it was more likely he didn’t mean for the car to go over the edge,” Rodion responds with a bored tone. “Drinking and driving ends lives. He was an idiot.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Adam snarls, and Andru begins laughing, dark and deep, making a chill chase up my spine and filling the air we breathe.
“He doesn’t think. He knows who he is, and if you knew, you’d err on the side of caution with your tone,” Andru says, the veins pulsing in his neck.
“Who are you?” Adam rears his head back to glower at Andru.
“I’m the man who took an hour out of my morning to meet with Chad Reed. You may know him as Spike. I hear he earned his name from using a spiked bat to kill his classmate when he was fourteen.”
Viktor perks up at that information. “Sins of Eve president?”
“One and the same.” Andru nods.
Adam’s eye twitches, and he shifts in his seat.
“In that hour, I ended your arrangement with the Sins of Eve chapters. Got an espresso, and something called a bear claw. Delicious, by the way,” Andru says with a smirk. “I also made a couple of calls to acquire six of the eight facilities you use to run your business.”
Adam’s spine straightens, and his eyes dart to the other man he brought with him, who takes out a phone and begins flitting his fingers over it.
“Who I am, to answer your question,” Andru continues, a deadly bite in his tone, “is Andru Vetrov. You cannot conceive my wealth, reach, and power, boy. I can take your life apart until it’s just ruins and then I’ll piss in the wreckage of it while you try and climb out, all before lunch.”
Goosebumps sprinkle up my arms. Rodion’s hand tightens on my thigh.
“What the hell did I do to warrant your wrath?” Adam asks through clenched teeth.
“You touched what belongs to us,” Z growls.