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“Well, uh…that’s what a gun is for? Unless you want it used as a battery-operated fuck machine.” I swatted a hand in the air, and Arlo laughed. “Trust me, we don’t mind sticking it up your ass.”
Ronan’s face grew redder with rage. He spat, and the saliva landed on his thigh. “Fuck you.”
“Unfortunately for you, you’re not my type, your highness.” I kicked my feet off the bed, pulled out a blade from the side of Arlo’s briefcase, and unsheathed it. I swished it to inspect the sides and pointed it at the man on the bed, who now broke out in a cold sweat. “You shouldn’t have fucked with the Bratva if you wanted to fucking live.”
“I regret nothing! You’ve also caused us harm, yet you stand there, playing the victim? An eye for eye, you fucking piece of garbage!” he shrieked, but the trepidation in his voice was clear, causing it to wobble.
My lips quirked up.
Now,thatwas what I liked to see: the fear, so intense it was almost tangible.
On second thought, I was going to finish him off myself.
I played with the blade and ran my hands lightly over the edge. “You do know that being an heir to the throne doesn’t mean you’reonthe throne, right? You’ve still got a lot of work to do to appease your people before they officially make an incompetent punk like you their leader. So, I don’t get why you go around this town like a fucking peacock.”
I was by his side now with the blade on his throat. I tightened my grip, and the blade made a slice on his skin. A horizontal streak of blood ran along the length of his neck, and beads of sweat trickled down the side of his face, matting the ginger hair now sticking to his face. He trembled and made a strange gurgling sound in his throat.
“Don’t tell me cat’s got your tongue now?” I pressed the knife deeper and watched him grow still, like a fucking statue. “You’re as dead as the grave you’ll soon be lying in.”
The doors busted open behind us, and heavy boots pounded on the carpet.
“Freeze! LAPD! Drop your weapon!”
Guns clicked, and I turned around to see a group of four fucking policemen with their arms in the air and fingers hovering over triggers.
Great.
“Put the knife down! Now!”
Shit.
“Show me your hands! Keep ‘em where we can see ‘em.”
That was not supposed to happen.
One of the men bundled Arlo out of the room, and another, with a strong jawline, unsmiling brown eyes, and grim lips, stepped up to me. He grabbed my arms from the air, twistedthem to the back, and bound them in cuffs. With his eyes on me, he repeated the Miranda warning.
“You are under arrest for attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand your rights?”
One major thing was wrong with what he’d just said. I could afford a dozen fucking lawyers if I wanted, butmyattorney had hustled out of the room like a sack of potatoes.
We stood at eye level, so it was easy to see that this man—I peeked at his displayed badge—Officer Clark,was fighting to keep his fist off my face.
“Do you understand your rights,Mr. Yezhov?” he repeated slowly.
I wore a smug grin. “Thought you said I have the right to remain silent, Officer? I’m only exercising my right.”
He didn’t return the enthusiasm. “You’re talking anyway, and it’s not an answer to the fucking question,” he mumbled under his breath, tapped the steel on my wrist, and backed away. Sounded like this man had been waiting for the day to have me in cuffs. “Let’s go.”
When I turned to Ronan, he was grinning like a fool. An officer helped him out of the bedpost cuffs, and he rubbed his reddened wrists. “You think I’m stupid, don’t you?”
I deadpanned, “Obviously.”
“You didn’t think I’d know the fucking whore was a setup? Well, I did. And I thought you’d like it if I played along because why the hell not? Two can play the game, Egor.”
I had to admit, I hadn’t seen this one coming. And it wasn’t because he was smart. Quite the opposite.The guywasa fucking idiot. Involving the police had to be the lowest of lows; even ifpeople in our line of business played the dirtiest of games, not even an amateur would stoop so low.
My blood simmered with barely contained fury, but I kept the smug mask on as I walked beside the grouch of an officer.
