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It was such a deep, bone chilling feeling that I never wanted to let go.
Nothing could’ve prepared me for what I saw when he turned around.
The unknown man wore a mask. It was made out of white gold. It was skull-shaped, reaching just above his plump lips. The slight light from the street fell onto his face, and the most mesmerizing, wicked look was in his eyes.
Dangerous, compelling, inhumane.
Everything that I craved and beyond.
ONE
DAVORIN
Glass shattered on the wall in front of me. A million pieces fell onto the tiled floor, creating a pile that would be impossible to clean entirely. That was the last glass I’d found after throwing a few vases and plates. Nothing was cooling down the rage that had reached its boiling point. It was only a matter of time before a person was dumb enough to approach me and consequently ended their lives right then and there.
A half-empty bottle of Macallan was in my hand—the same hand that had broken one of the glasses not too long ago. The blood was dripping, but the pain wasn’t there. It was barely a scratch. All I felt was annoyance that I was unable to prevent those motherfuckers from coming. No matter how many of them I killed, they kept coming in bigger numbers.
It was two in the morning, and the apartment was too quiet. One of the people I semi-trusted, Felix, was sound asleep. Though, after the commotion, he was likely pretending to be asleep since he knew he wouldn’t have left this place alive if he had meddled in my affairs.
This apartment used to belong to the one and only Ekaterina Kalashnikova. I still had the set of keys I made all those months ago. It lacked furniture, but I didn’t need it. The basic necessities for living were dealt with by Felix himself. The house that was in my name had burned the day I buried my mother.
Slowly, I tried calming myself down. I forced myself to slow my breathing, but it was futile. My heart was racing, and my hands were shaking. Gulping down the whiskey as the blood smeared all over the bottle, my eyes closed.
All I saw were her bright, blue eyes. Her evil gaze as she slit my mother’s throat, and the grin of satisfaction as soon as she dropped dead. Even the tears that slid down her cheeks. It brought anger I never knew was possible to harbor. Yet, I didn’t care that my mother had died. I was pissed that I thought Kaya was bluffing.
Well, that was a lesson learned.
However, as angry as I was, the moment her face formed behind my closed eyes, the fury seemed to disappear. Not fully, but I was no longer wishing to go out and kill anyone and everyone. It was fucking pathetic how she had me wrapped around her finger, yet she was nowhere near me. Not being near her these past couple of months was pure torture.
The phone buzzed on the small table next to me. I took another swig of the alcohol before leaving the blood-stained bottle on the floor. I knew who it was without checking. Not many people had this number.
“What is it?” I was pissed. I was to give the report as soon as I dealt with those motherfuckers but since it was too late in the evening, I decided to leave it for the morning. There was nothing that was worthy of reporting at this hour.
“I haven’t heard from you,” Dominik stated, though he wasn’t worried. “I’m making sure you kept one of them alive.”
I squinted my eyes. I’d gotten drunk before dealing with the men sent by Bogdan, so I had issues remembering. With a sigh, I made my way through the apartment. In one of the bathrooms, far from where I was originally, a man was tied to a chair. Aside from a split lip and some blood on his clothes that probably wasn’t his, he seemed fine. His eyes and lips were covered with duct tape.
“Oh, yeah,” I hummed. “You can pick him up in the morning.”
I cut the call off before going upstairs to take a cold shower. My head was killing me, and the stench of alcohol filled the bathroom.
I was beyond angry. There were no words to describe the pure fury that ran through my veins. Instead of going after Ekaterina and figuring out how to deal with that situation, I was stuck getting rid of people that were trying to track her down. My job was killing them before they got the chance to even get within driving distance of her.
Bogdan had finally made his move.
That fucker seemed to be waiting because as soon as I buried my mother, he sent the first couple of men. Ever since, Dominik had entrusted me with finding them before they found Kaya. He didn’t know everything that went down that day, but he had his assumptions. But he wasn’t interested enough to ask.
So far, it was only the Albanians. I knew of the partnership they’d had with Bogdan all those years ago, and it was clear where their loyalties lay. There were never too many, only three or four. Thus far, none of them had survived to report back to him, but they were not stupid either. They kept their mouths shut.
They were tortured brutally by Aleksei, and yet they refused to open their fucking mouths. I was convinced that he wasn’t doing it properly. Hell, I was wondering if he was actually asking them questions before killing them.
Before I knew it, it was morning. I had to take the chance and go to Ekaterina.
She’d managed to surprise me, yet again. She wasn’t laying low as I’d expected. Instead, she was getting drunk every night, oftentimes killing people who annoyed her. Of course, I had people tracking her at all times. From what I’ve seen and heard, she wasn’t too concerned I’d come after her eventually.
If anything, she was taunting me.
She knew that I was there, lurking. Kaya was too smart not to notice any of the men I’d sent. She was simply ignoring them or humoring me. She’d proved she didn’t give a fuck about me knowing where she was at all times.
