Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“You stupid motherfucker,” he cursed out again and again and I smirked, although I didn’t feel anything at the moment but vengeance and bloodlust. “I’m going to first rape your fucking mother, then your sister, and then I’m going to find you and gut you, pull your entrails out and make you eat them.”
I didn’t bother correcting him that I had nothing, no one. Only Anastasia. But I had no doubts that if I did have a mother or a sister, he’d most definitely follow through with his threats.
Ivan Borekov was known as a butcher, reveling in disgusting tasks toward the fair sex before he finished them off. That’s why Vladimir kept him so close.
He was a lap dog that would run off and do Vladimir’s bidding no matter how dirty the work was.
It was when his vision finally cleared and he noticed me standing across from him that his entire body language changed.
I gave him a few seconds of just taking in the fact that I was the one he had to face off with. His back was ramrod straight, and a vein in the center of his forehead throbbed as our gazes stayed locked.
“Still want to rape my mother and sister?” My voice was conversational, low and deep. I loved that he didn’t bother asking how I got in, or how I got past his impressively heavy security. He and I both knew all that shit was nothing but a speed bump for me.
He knew all this because he was also one of the men who watched me train throughout the years, who made bets on if I’d be the first to fall.
He’d been there and watched as I was bloodied and beaten, as they broke me over and over again. He laughed, exchanged money for my downfall, for my winnings. He deserved to die just as much as I did.
He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t know.”
I ignored him as I walked closer and crouched on my haunches, lifting up my hunting knife so the small sliver of moonlight that came through the parted curtains of his window caught the blade, glinting.
“I’m going to use this to cut out your tongue for speaking to her.” I pressed the blade toward his mouth, watched his nostrils flare and more beads of sweat trickle down his temples. “I’m going to gouge your eyes out since you thought you were worthy enough to look at her.” I ran the edge of the knife close to his right eye, seeing his body jerk from the contact.
“What do you want? I’ll give you anything.”
I slowly shook my head. “You know I don’t need or want anything from anyone.”
“I didn’t know she was yours.”
“You do now.” I ran the blade down to his hand to tap it on the bone. “I’m going to break your wrists for touching her.” I lifted my gaze to his face and hardened my features, letting the only real emotion I could feel—rage—build in me and project outward. “And after all that—” I slowly stood, “—I’m going to rip your heart out for thinking you could have her.”
The fucker struggled and I just watched, finding sick satisfaction at his fear.
“You don’t get fast and painless, Ivan.” I smirked although I felt zero amusement. “I don’t enjoy much in this fucking life, but Jesus, am I going to enjoy taking your life so damn much.”
I brought the knife down and cut through the rope securing him to the chair. He glanced up at me, eyes wide, startled. It was clear he was confused on why I’d unbound him.
“I want you to fight back, Ivan.” I leaned forward and let him see the sociopath I truly was. “It makes it feel so much better when I kill.”
For a stout piece of shit, he was fast as he lurched out of the chair and stumbled forward and tried to get to the security panel with the panic button by his bedroom door.
I didn’t chase him, just stood there and watched him as he got to it, pressed the security button, and then fucking loved the shock on his face when it didn’t work.
“I—I… why isn’t it working?” He kept punching in the code, but after a few seconds turned and looked at me, eyes wide, sweat pouring from him, then he darted for the door.
I was on him, slamming my shoulder against his back so he crashed into the door, a harsh grunt leaving him. “If I found anything funny, I’d think it hilarious that you actually thought I didn’t check all areas of your security before coming in here to kill you.”
I pressed the knife to his nape until I scented the coppery tang of his blood as I cut into his skin. He squealed like a pig and I chuckled darkly.