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“I didn’t forget, Otets. I’m just not dumb enough to blame an entire murder investigation’s flaws on a literalchild.”
Anymore. I’m not dumb enoughanymore.
“Watch your tone, boy.” Oleg narrows his eyes at me. “You can sit here and judge me all you want, but I’m the one who’s going to get Tolya out of prison. You had your fucking chance. You failed.” He sighs and flicks the ash off the cigar. “But I suppose that’s not entirely your fault. I shouldn’t have left the Bratva to you. So much weight on your shoulders at such a young age. And you were never meant to lead, anyway.”
I force a smile over gritted teeth. “Yeah, well, here we are.”
He chuckles. “Here we fucking are. In a few more weeks, Tolya will be right here with us, and then you can finally relax.”
That same smile now stretches over bared teeth as I tilt my head to one side. “The fuck do you mean?”
Oleg barks out a laugh and stares at me like I’ve gone insane. “What, you don’t plan on keeping everything to yourself, do you? That’s Tolya’s Bratva you’re running. That’s his house you’re living in. Once I get him out, all that reverts to him.”
Pavel casually clears his throat. It’s a reminder to me to keep my cool.
Which is good, because I’m about five seconds away from committing patricide, consequences be damned.
“I think you’re thinking of a different house,” I respond, my voice dripping with fake geniality. “And besides, I already took care of the Everett issue.”
He snorts. “Hardly. If you possessed half the testicular fortitude of one of myvors, let alone your brother, Greg Everett would be taking a dirt nap by now. And his little bitch of a daughter with him.”
My molars start grinding together. “These things take time.”
“Oh, I know. At least, I know all about your little side project that’s been taking up way too much fucking time frommyBratva andmyenterprise.”
I sit up straighter. All pretenses and masks fall away. I’m left with raw nerve endings at the sudden realization that he’s definitely talking about Clara.
And he’s smiling at me like he’s done something.
Something I’m going to hate with every fiber of my being.
“I have to admit: at first, I was pissed.” He knocks back the last of his vodka and smacks his lips together with a satisfied sigh. “I kept thinking,Seriously? Just fucking waste the bitch!Get rid of her and get back to helping your brother! But then…” Oleg grins wide and playfully wags a finger at my face. “I realized what you were doing. You sly dog. The only problem with your plan was in how long it was taking. So I figured I’d help you out.”
I feel Pavel tense next to me.
Oleg gestures to a guard standing in the doorway. “Bring her in.”
No.No.It’s not possible.
“Like I said, I’m going to get Tolya out in just a few weeks. As long as it takes to break the bitch into submission.”
My blood doesn’t just run cold—it freezes the fuck over.
It’s why I can’t make myself turn around when I hear the familiar footsteps enter the room behind me.
Oleg’s grin threatens to split his face wide open. “And I am enjoying breaking her every goddamn day.” He runs his hand up the back of her thigh, squeezing at the juncture where it meets her ass. “Isn’t that right,umnitsa?”
My heart is in my throat.Clara… please…
But she doesn’t look up at me as she whispers in a heartbreaking rasp, “Yes, Master.”
53
CLARA
I was terrified beyond belief when Master told me about his expected guest. Not just because of the threats he made, but because this was the first time he revealed that I’m not the only slave in this house.
I’m just the only one who hasn’t fucked him yet.
