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Davorin’s sinister voice was the remedy for all of my wounds. The sound of his bottled-up anger surfacing made me feel safe. I glanced over to Rhea, and her eyes were open. With a cuss under my breath, I wished for nothing more than to delete that image of her broken face from my mind.
The leader of this silly little group told the two goons to release me. I fell to the floor with a thud.
“I’d kill myself if I were you.” I grinned. “He won’t be kind enough to grant you a merciful death.”
“Shut up, you stupid cunt.”
His fist connected with my right cheek, sending me backward. I hit my head against the wall. A metallic taste filled my mouth, and I laughed. My head ached from the harsh impact, and my vision was blurry.
Aside from their boss, all of them had drawn their guns. I contemplated whether or not to yell out and warn Adrik, but where was the fun in that? I wanted to see his plan of action, something I hadn’t witnessed in a while. It was different back in Texas, since we were both busy shooting people.
The door swung open, and there he was.
Dressed in all black, the shirt hugged his body like a second skin. His inked arm, defined muscles, and gloved hands captured my attention. And the small tattoo underneath his eye—eyes which were filled with a sinister look.
He looked so pretty.
“There’s no need to shoot,” he announced, as if his hand wasn’t on the trigger. “This can all end quietly as long as you hand them over…” His train of thoughts ended there because his eyes finally landed on me.
The exposure of my upper body, ripped shirt, bruises, and the cigarette mark made his pupils dilate. His eyes were almost pitch black, and, sadly for these bastards, there was no going back.
Adrik’s jaw clenched, and his body shook. A vein popped on his forehead, and his eyes widened. Nothing but absolute fury and need for a bloodbath was in his harsh gaze. I prayed that this wouldn’t cause another episode. Not now.
“Or maybe not,” Davorin concluded.
Within a second, he was inside of the room, shooting away. Ilya was behind him, taking on two other men, whilst Davorin grabbed one and shot him straight in the chest. Swiftly, he spun the shot man around and used his body as a human shield from his other opponent.
Ilya and Adrik shared one look only, but that look spoke volumes. They silently agreed to keep the boss alive.
Was Davorin always that fast? Because I could’ve sworn that I merely blinked, yet all of the men were on the ground, unmoving, not breathing. However, his grip on the gun was too tight, threatening to slip at any moment. It excited me, that look of pure darkness that overtook him.
Ilya grabbed the boss—who was standing close to me—by the hair and smashed his head against the wall. The man tried to resist, to fight back, but it was impossible. Ilya’s strength was far superior. A cracking was heard, followed by a scream. Then, the man fell to the ground, unconscious.
Ilya never looked at me. He was aware that a mere glance my way would end up with his eyes carved out of their sockets by both of my brothers and Adrik. And, as much as I saw him as nothing but a dick, he was still respectful, especially with his life on the line.
“What the fuck did they do to you?”
Adrik tried to cover me up with the ripped shirt before cupping my face in his hands. Anger and worry laced his tongue, though the sinister look on his face remained. I couldn’t find the words to respond. I leaned into his touch and closed my eyes.
His scent filled my senses, and, suddenly, I felt too vulnerable. My bottom lip quivered ever so slightly, and Davorin noticed my discomfort. Immediately, he picked me up. I laid my head on his shoulder, finally feeling safe and untouchable.
He was still shaking but as soon as I placed a small kiss on the side of his neck, he relaxed a little bit. Hugging my body to his chest to prevent me being exposed any longer, he mumbled a few words to Ilya that I didn’t quite catch.
As I opened my eyes, I saw Dominik over Adrik’s shoulder. His eyes held no emotions; he rarely showed them. Weakly, I nodded towards the corner where Rhea was. Although he didn’t want to, Dominik went straight to her.
Ever since Ilya and Adrik came into the room, Rhea had been in the corner, sobbing, trying her best not to be a distraction or to look in this direction. Her body was shaking, partly from what she’d seen and partly from the pain. Her broken ankle was in a much worse state since it had been left unattended.
“I’ll meet you at the hospital,” Adrik told Dominik. “Bring that bastard to the basement. Felix will show you the way.” Without another word, we left.
During the ride, I wanted to protest that I didn’t need to go to the hospital, but the words just wouldn’t come out. Exhaustion washed over me, and blinking away sleep didn’t help. If anything, it made me more tired, until I couldn’t fight it off anymore.
And of course, nightmares followed. No matter how hard I tried, wherever I went, my father appeared, like the worst demon I could’ve faced.
Soon, though, I was going to become a demon that he feared greatly.
A small groan slipped my lips.
Harsh light hit my eyes, preventing me from inspecting my surroundings properly. I was cold all over, and the sound of an IV dripping into my veins made me realize where I was.
