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)
“What the fuck does that mean?”
Zahkar doesn’t have any real family. They were murdered. Or were they? Is that why he and Rodion fought about the results of the P.I.'s findings? Because he still has a brother out there?
“I collect people’s secrets like fucking trophies to use when the time presents itself,” he snarls, sweat beading on his forehead. “I’ve been waiting to use Andru’s to put a rift between those twins that can never be mended, but to get you at the same time is just…” He does a chef’s kiss.
“You’re lying.” A lump lodges in my throat. There’s nothing that could come between them. Nothing. They’re solid.
“I’m no liar. Andru killed Zakhar’s family and kept his brother in one of my cages to prolong his suffering.”
No. No. No.
Why the hell would he say something like that if it weren’t true and why is he only now saying something? Because he doesn’t think I’ll leave here with the information.
“You may not be a liar, but you’re fucking evil incarnate, Yuri, and like shit on a boot, you spread your sickness everywhere you go. I won’t let you hurt them with whatever secret you claim to have.”
“You call me evil as if it’s something to be ashamed of.” He swipes at a trickle of blood running down his cheek. “And it’s not a claim, it’s the truth. I’d tell you to go look for yourself but you’re not leaving this room.”
The arrogance of this man.
“Your misplaced pride won’t allow you to feel shame, I know that. I also know that your insatiable greed for power for people’s secrets will cost you your life.” I scrunch my nose in disgust. “It’s you who will never be leaving this room. You’d sell your own damn heart for power if it were made of gold.”
He narrows his eyes, his expression cold and defiant. “I don’t have a heart,” he retorts, his tone almost mocking.
“Oh, but you do, and it won’t be beating for much longer.”
I rush him, but he manages to knock the blade from my hand, so I hit him with a flurry of kicks and punches, using my ring to do damage, puncturing holes all over his abdomen.
Grasping my hair, he wraps the ends in a tight fist, and shakes me like a rag doll, dragging me over the desk and knocking all the items to the floor along with the breath from my lungs. Pain radiates up my back and through my chest as he throws a couple of wild punches. Fire burns over my scalp. In a moment of desperation, I slice through the end of my hair using my ring, severing his hold. He looks surprised when his body jostles backwards, my golden locks still caught in his clenched fist.
Tripping over his own momentum, he crashes against the pommel horse and falls over it exactly how they planned to have me. He’s breathing heavily. In that split second, I spot a pair of scissors that have tumbled to the floor. Without hesitation, I seize them and leap onto his back like a rodeo cowgirl, my heart racing. With a firm grip, I bring the sharp blade of the scissors down into his flesh, feeling the resistance as I pierce through skin and muscle, hitting bone. The adrenaline surges, and I can hear the surprised gasp escape his lips as I take control of the moment.
Stab, stab, stab.
Stab, stab, stab.
Stab, stab, stab.
Wheezing and spluttering, he tries to heave himself up but fails, his arms dropping.
He’s fucking done.
“I didn’t think you'd be bound by revenge,” he wheezes, spitting blood.
Climbing off of his back, I waltz over to the donkey dick fucker whose dead eyes peer up at the ceiling. It’s a shame he couldn’t be alive for this.
Taking the scissors, I chop through the thick skin like sausage meat until his cock comes away in my hand.
“I’m not bound by revenge,” I tell Yuri, grasping a handful of his hair and tilting his head up to mine. It’s fucking beautiful to see the light dimming in his evil, monstrous eyes. “I’m bound by love. And that’s why you can’t fucking live.” I shove the fatty tissue into his mouth until it’s full and he chokes his last breath on it. “But revenge does feel good.”
I walk around the pommel horse and yank down his slacks, grabbing the biggest dildo he planned to rape me with, and I shove it up his ass. I stand over his body, blood soaking my bare skin, a wild smile on my lips just as Darya walks into the room.
Shit.
Her amber eyes, so much like Viktor’s, expand and her pretty mouth forms an O.
“Well, this is awkward.” I wince, swiping my arm over my lips to remove blood.
“Alyona?” She says my name in disbelief. It has been a while since she last saw me.