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After his death, Mama decided to move to the United States, seeking a fresh start away from the sadness and pain that her homeland had inflicted upon her. She described losing her soulmate as experiencing the first death—having a body that still functions but lacks the warmth of a soul.
As these memories swirled in my mind, I whispered to myself, gazing absently out the cabin window at the clouds and the endless horizon, “I think you have the wrong person. Nobody is waiting for me in Russia.”
Chapter
Seven
“Keep a little fire burning; however small, however, hidden.”
- Cormac McCarthy
Volk
We’ve got a feisty one with us.
After leaving the bedroom cabin, I splashed cold water on my face and checked my reflection. Then I sat down next to Dimitri, who was grinning like a fucking clown.
“What’s so funny?”
He leaned back, casually placing his hands behind his head and propping his feet on the console between us.
“Careful, Volk,” Dimitri said with a snort. “Don’t mess with the boss’s pet. You know how possessive he is.”
Normally, I’d ignore his comments, but today I was in no mood for his nonsense and needed someone to bear the brunt of my irritation.
“Mind your fucking business, Dimitri.”
“She looks damn good, but her little pussy isn’t worth Igor’s anger,” Dimitri said, stroking his beard and taking another drag from his cigarette. “You were right, though. Filling her mouth is the perfect way to keep her quiet. My dick will come in handy,” he added with a wink.
I sprang from my seat, gun aimed straight at his face. He merely continued smoking, his eyes taunting me.
“Lay a fucking finger on her, and I’ll give you the slowest, most excruciating death imaginable.”
Just as I finished speaking, the cabin door burst open with a loud bang, revealing a pale, breathless Sofiya with tears streaming down her face. Her eyes darted to me before quickly shifting to Dimitri, who was still grinning.
She gasped when she noticed the gun in my hand.
Perfect timing.
“Sofiya, d'you want know what happens to people who don’t mind their fucking business?” I asked, tilting my head as I studied her expression.
She shook her head, wrapping her arms protectively around her chest. Her tight T-shirt accentuated her curves, and her long hair fell over her face like dark velvet curtains.
I licked my lips and smiled.
Now was the ideal moment to introduce her to my world.
I turned, cocked the gun, and shot Dimitri in the right thigh.
“This is what happens,” I said, winking at her as she let out a silent scream, her hands trembling.
“YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!” Dimitri roared, clutching his thigh as blood dripped onto the floor, staining his prized Givenchy suit.
Guess there will be a hole he’ll be able to fill with his stinking dick after all.
He limped his way to the toilet before slamming the door behind him.
“Welcome to the Silas, Sofiya,” I chuckled, catching her before she could collapse.
