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Sometimes, in the darkest part of the night, I know I would trade my patch in for my sister to be alive and not plagued by her trauma. But I can’t go backwards, and life has continued to move on.
“Then just kill me already,” Alek demands.
“No,” Maxim’s voice is flat and cold.
“I don’t know, brother,” Kirill’s voice is filled with malice, “he might get a quick and merciful death.” Kiril yanks back on Alek’s hair as a reminder and a warning. “Tell these men, who probably have something better to do, what you told me during our little,” he pauses for a moment and smirks, “interrogation.”
Alek’s eyes come up and meet mine. I’m not going to like whatever is about to come out of his mouth. I know it all the way down to my gut.
Something sinister swirls in Alek’s eyes. “Your sister had the best and tightest pussy to lose my virginity to.”
A roar reverberates around the warehouse, and it takes me a moment to realize it’s coming from me. It echoes and vibrates, rages and curls, seeking vengeance, seeking death. I try and take a step closer to Alek, ready to end his fucking life, when I realize Spark, Crucify and Penance are all holding me back.
Alek’s eyes are shining with victory, even though he’s still strapped to the chair. Huck steps around him and punches him in the jaw, hard, making him groan. When Kirill releases Alek’s hair, his head lolls forward. He spits blood out of his mouth, but it’s not nearly enough.
I want to drain him of his blood, slowly. I want it to be splattered across my body. It will baptize me and allow one more piece of my sister’s soul to be free.
“That’s not what you told me, Alek,” there’s condemnation in Kirill’s tone.
I can see the defiance in Alek’s eyes. He’s not going to reveal whatever he said again. He probably was trying not to the first time but was clearly persuaded.
Kirill’s eyes sharpen, but it’s hard to focus on anything other than the dead man in front of me. He will die before I leave here tonight, and I don’t give a fuck about anything else.
“His father was part of that ring. He was 15 at the time,” Kirill explains, and I stop fighting against my brother’s hold. There’s a promise in Kirill’s eyes, one I’ll be holding him to. “His father brought him to where the women were being kept and gave him his pick.”
“Sorry, brother,” Spark murmurs only loud enough for me to hear.
The question slips from my lips, the words broken, but held together by steel and grit, “Where is his father?”
“He’s already dead. By your hand from what I understand,” Maxim informs me.
Alek glares at me with hatred in his eyes. It would almost be comical, but nothing about this is funny.
He was 15 years old. Raping my sister was how he lost his virginity. That’s something we never knew before, something we never even imagined.
“His death is mine,” I growl.
“Of course,” Kirill acquiesces. “That’s why we called. Once he revealed his involvement in the rings with his father and Anatoly, I started asking more questions. The moment he mentioned the DSMC, I knew it had to be connected to the,” his eyes are filled with understanding, but not pity, “tragedy your sister endured.”
I nod, not needing to speak and unable to at the same time.
One more man who had a hand in my sister’s demise will fall tonight. He was a child, but that doesn’t mean he won’t pay for his crimes.
Some might argue he was a victim as well—of circumstance, of his upbringing, of his father. I don’t give a fuck about any of that.
He raped my sister and now he will pay for it.
Kirill steps back and the three men he trusts with his life do as well. Alek looks around as if someone will come and save him. No one will.
I glance at Kirill one more time and he waves his hand toward Alek like he’s an offering for sacrifice. Maybe he is. “We’ve gotten everything out of him we can. Think of this as a present for the continued support the DSMC has given me and my brothers.”
The hands my brothers are using fall away from me and I stand at my full height. I want to beat him until my hands are a bloody mess—both his and mine. I want to torture him for however long he raped my sister.
I also want to go home to Rebel and bury myself in her comfort. Because I’m going to need it.
Before I would simply bury the emotions that revenge would bring out in me. But I can’t do that anymore, not when I have a woman who loves me and wants to help me carry the burden on my shoulders.
I step forward slowly, taking my time as my gaze locks with the man who helped break my sister. I know he wasn’t the only one, but he was there. And he made a choice.
