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“Listen, you sick son of a bitch,” I hiss into his ear, not caring whether he can hear me or not. “You have Katarina to thank that this is just a friendly warning. If you come at me again, I won’t stop until I’m the last man standing. No matter how much you try, you won’t defeat me.”
“Why do you hate my family so much?” Igor croaks.
“It’s not your family that I hate. It’s you,” I reply dryly.
“What did I do to you?” he asks. “Up until you demanded Kata’s hand in marriage, we worked well together.”
“We worked well because I wanted you to let your guard down,” I tell him. “I wanted to lull you into a fake sense of security. I wanted you to think of me as a friend while I waited for the perfect opportunity to bring your family down. Funny enough, it was you who gave it to me. Once again, your actions forced your father to act, which put you exactly where I wanted.”
He looks at me, not comprehending.
“Do you remember the time you crashed your car on the bridge?” I ask quietly, anger simmering inside me. “Your father used his connections to cover it up.”
“How do you know about that?” Igor gasps, struggling to catch a breath.
“You were so drunk that you didn’t even realize you hit another car,” I continue. “You forced it off the bridge and into the river. The people inside were still alive. You could’ve saved them. But you didn’t call for help because you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself. They drowned because of you!”
The words escape my lips before I have a chance to put a filter over them. The dark revelation gets my brain working, and I realize he still doesn’t have a clue that it was my mother and the love of my life that he killed.
“There was no one on the bridge,” he insists. “I was there alone.”
“Don’t lie to me, Igor,” I hiss. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to. I have even more connections at my disposal than your father does. It didn’t take me long to uncover what you did.”
“Prove it,” he pants.
“I don’t need to,” I say dryly, pushing his body back onto the ground. “I’m not taking you to court. I’m bringing you my own kind of justice. Going to jail is too easy. You deserve to suffer.”
A low whimper leaves him as his eyes dart down. He looks at the bleeding wound I’ve inflicted on him.
“Who were they?” he asks.
I glance down and see his trembling hands, his fingers covered with blood. My hands clench into fists so tight that the knuckles turn white.
“You don’t deserve to know their names,” I snarl. “You better pray that this little stunt of yours doesn’t affect how I treat Katarina tonight. If my bad mood holds, I might just have to take it out on her. Who knows, maybe the only way to release my anger is between her legs.”
“Don’t you dare touch her,” Igor warns in a hoarse voice, but it sounds hollow. “She’s innocent.”
“That she is,” I retort and push his face deeper into the concrete. “So were the people you killed.”
“I was drunk!” he exclaims. “I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“Actions have consequences,” I reply. “It’s time you face yours.”
“No, I?—”
But before Igor can finish his sentence, I straighten myself and kick him again. He lets out a choking cough and he chokes on blood. I do it again and again, imagining it’s his head under the pressure of my shoe.
There’s no hesitation or regret about what I’m doing. It’s a part of who I am. It’s a part of the world we live in.
I avoid his head. Killing him now would make matters worse. But that doesn’t mean I can’t break his bones.
Once he doesn’t move anymore, I stop. Hopefully, he’s not dead. At least, not yet.
My eyes land on the little packet in Igor’s pocket. I lean down and fish it out along with the lighter. I’m not a smoker anymore, but I could use a cigarette right now. After the encounter I had with this idiot, I need a slow burner to calm my senses.
Tearing the packaging open, I pop a stick between my lips and grab the lighter. I’d done it so many times in my teenage years, and the old routine soothes me. As soon as the ember reaches the edge of the paper, I inhale, waiting for it to burn my lungs and release endorphins into my system.
The smoke makes my nose twitch as I exhale. The nicotine buzz hits me, and I finally relax. It’s when Igor begins to stir that I decide to leave. The hour is late, and I don’t want to miss out on my evening plans. Now more than ever, I’m determined to get Katarina to behave.
