Page 54 of Cruel Fate

I shook my head. “Nope, and we will continue this discussion on our trip. So you have something to look forward to.”

FIFTEEN

DAVORIN

My fingers trailed across the four blades. They were beautifully displayed on a white, silk sheet on the small table in the basement. On the side was a tall glass filled with hydrofluoric acid. In preparation, I dropped two of the blades into it, being careful for the handles to remain acid free and allowing them to marinate.

To make all of this possible, I had to resort to using platinum knives, since all other metal would be dissolved in the acid. Usually, they were hard to come by, given how expensive they were, and weren’t reliable for long-term use.

Luckily for me, I only needed them for one evening.

Felix was dumbfounded when Ilya announced why we’d be using the basement for a night. He made sure that all of his electronics were covered fully. It was rather expensive to compensate him for another whole set, so I watched him as he wrapped it up like a gift.

Sadly, Felix wasn’t keen on the idea of sticking around for the fun part. Instead, he took his headphones, left the door slightly ajar, and departed. My best guess was that he’d be outside in his car whilst all of this was being conducted.

“Is Ekaterina asleep?”

Ilya nodded his head, boredom written on his face. He was here because, in his words, he had no better things to do at this hour. Leaned against the wall, he yawned for the fourth time in the past ten minutes.

“I locked her door and put two men outside of the room, just in case.”

That was a smart thing to do. She would have no issue breaking the door down and sneaking her way downstairs. The only upside? The basement was soundproof.

I closed the door and walked over to that bastard.

David Belushi.

Both his parents were Albanian. He was the first generation to be born in the States. Following in his father’s footsteps, he blindly listened to every order Bogdan gave out. He was likely unaware that the downfall of the Belushi family was the man he worshiped.

The Belushi family used to be very influential. From arms dealing to drugs, they did it all. Sometime in the late nineties, they sold off more than sixty percent to the Kalashnik family, thinking that Bogdan would rule forever. The moment Aleksei stepped up, the Belushi family was annihilated.

Supposedly, they were stealing from the Bratva. It was nothing more than fabrication on Bogdan’s part; however, since Aleksei had a lot to prove, he couldn’t let them off, despite them being framed.

He was tied to a chair, mouth sealed with duct tape. His head hung low, and there was dried blood on his forehead from the good smack against the wall Ilya had given him. David had been unconscious for hours. After he was imprisoned here, he woke up a few times, but there was always someone to put him back to sleep until I arrived.

He was one of the rare people I was going to grant permission to see my face before death. My mask wasn’t needed for tonight. The last thing he would see would be my face—the face of the man who he never should’ve crossed. The last thing he would feel would be pure fear.

I wasn’t the forgiving type, especially not when someone touched what was mine. He dared to lay his filthy hands on Kaya, and he would lose them soon, alongside that pathetic dick of his that he’d intended to use.

I slapped him. Hard.

Only a faint groan was heard.

I slapped him once again.

Nothing.

I continued to hit his face until he regained consciousness, his face already red from the impact.

Good.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” I grinned.

It took him too damn long to open his eyes. At first, it was confusion. Blinking a few times and grunting in pain, he tried shaking off the sleepiness. Then, once realization hit him, he tried to scream, yet the duct tape blocked most of the noise.

Weakly, he brought his head up. He avoided my gaze, scanning his surroundings. He wasn’t dumb enough to not understand the predicament he was in. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. He was at my mercy, and I was anything but a merciful man.

“What’s wrong?” I tilted my head to the side. “Are you, perhaps, feeling violated?”

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