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“Of course,” he automatically replied as I set my jacket on one of the metal chairs in the room.
“You and Ivan may resume your other responsibilities now,” I told him.
No one said anything as the men left, but what was there left to say? Nothing would change what was about to happen, and it was important to set an unmistakable example of what Samara meant to me. For that woman, I would set the world on fire; all she’d need to do was ask. I finally had her back when I hadn’t believed such a thing would ever happen, and I needed to make her importance in my life clear to everyone in the organization.
After rolling up my sleeves, I grabbed the filleting knife from the tray. I’d told Samara that I was going to skin Rurik alive, and I hadn’t been lying. However, there was an art to it if you wanted to keep your enemy alive long enough to really make him suffer, and unfortunately for Rurik, I was a very talented artist when it came to torturing a person.
“You really should have left her alone, Rurik,” I muttered.
An hour later, Vlad was dead, and Orlyn was patching Rurik up to keep him with us a little while longer. Then, much to my disappointment, another three hours after that, Rurik finally found peace.
Chapter 22
Samara~
It’d been a little past four when I’d finally woken up, and though I’d slept well, since my sleep pattern was still in a bit of disarray, I still felt off and a bit lethargic. My body also ached, but I’d been expecting that after the way that Avgust had lost himself with me. If I had any shame, I’d be complaining about it, but I couldn’t bring myself to lie that loudly to myself.
At any rate, it was close enough to dinnertime for me to feel the pangs of hunger, and it occurred to me that I hadn’t eaten in what felt like days. Granted, there were many other things to complain about, but at the end of the day, a girl still had to eat.
So, after dressing in one of Avgust’s button-ups and a pair of sweats that I’d had to roll up for hours, I looked ridiculous, but that wasn’t going to stop me from searching the house for my host or his kitchen. After that, I planned on speaking with Avgust about some proper clothing.
As I made my way down the stairs, I heard voices and gave a silent thanks that I didn’t have to search long for someone to help direct me to the kitchen. Even if it was just some of Avgust’s guards, even they had to know where the damn kitchen was, right?
Following the sounds of conversation, it didn’t take long to distinguish who the voices belonged to, and even if I were deaf, I still know Avgust’s voice anywhere. In fact, I’d also recognize Maksim’s because he always spoke like he’d just smoked a carton of cigarettes. It also hadn’t taken much to recognize that they were talking about me, and I wasn’t above eavesdropping on the enemy if I could.
“So, what’s the plan, Avgust?” Maksim asked him, his voice sounding a bit frustrated.
“You’re overreacting,” Avgust calmly replied.
“Am I?” Maksim snorted. “I mean, are you going to marry her?”
“Of course, I am not,” Avgust immediately retorted, and I felt his words like a kick in the chest.
“Oh, okay,” Maksim drawled out. “So, then you’re just going to let her live here forever, and tell your wife and children what, exactly? I mean, I understand that your position and money will have a lot of women willing to put up with a lot, but that cannot be the plan, Avgust. I cannot see you, your wife, your children, and your mistress all living here like some big, happy, delusional family.”
Oh, God…Avgust was married.
“Do not be ridiculous,” Avgust replied, his voice still calm and sounding reasonable.
I could hear some glass clinking, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce that Maksim, Avgust, or both men were fixing themselves a drink. Since I’d woken up alone, I had no idea what Avgust had been up to earlier today, but it was apparent that one or both of them needed a stiff drink for this conversation.
“Then what are you going to do with her?” Maksim asked. “Do not forget, she is not here voluntarily, despite what went on in your bedroom last night.”
“That is enough, Maksim,” Avgust replied, his voice taking on a different quality, the one that I imagined made him the Pakhan that he was today.
“Of course, Pakhan,” Maksim drawled out sarcastically, and if he were anybody else, Avgust would have put a bullet in his head already.
Finally, Avgust said, “I think you are worrying too much, bratok. No matter what has transpired between Samara and I, the facts of her situation have not changed. Her sister is still a liability, and Samara will remain here until I say otherwise.”
“So, I am expected to believe that nothing has changed?” Maksim huffed.
“Then perhaps you would like to join me at Erato’s tonight,” Avgust suggested, and my chest felt heavy again. Having worked in a gentlemen’s club, I knew about the other preferred establishments in town, and Erato’s was basically a strip club without the poles. “Would it ease your mind to see me fuck someone else? Perhaps that would help you sleep better.”
“You know what would help me sleep better?” Maksim retorted. “Finding Louie Manziel and Klive Simpson. That’s what would help me sleep better, Pakhan. I prefer that headache over who is warming your bed at night. Especially, when we both know that Samara Andreev would just as soon drive a stake through your heart as kiss you.”
“You are not wrong there,” Avgust chuckled.
“Fine,” Maksim sighed, actually sounding tired for once. “I’ll let you handle Samara, but do not say that I did not warn you, Avgust. You’re playing a dangerous game with that woman, and your history with her makes her unlike all the other women in your life.”
