“Poshel na khuy,” he spoke again. “I will die before I speak.”
“You realize I will kill you. I don’t care that you’re Dmitri’s man. I will gut you and deliver you to his doorstep in pieces.” Matias jerked his head at Cristian. “He enjoys this far more than I do. Are you sure having your fingers removed is worth protecting Jorge or Dmitri? Because if it is, he won’t stop at your fingers. He’ll take that blade on the table.” Matias glanced toward the long knife laying on the wooden surface. The man’s eyes followed his and stared at the silver glinting in the light. “And cut off your cock. I don’t have time to play back and forth with you, motherfucker. If someone was in that crate, I need to know who it was.” He grabbed the man’s hair and jerkedhis head backward. “Tell me what I want to know.”
The man pursed his lips, refusing to speak. Matias glanced at the men in the room. “This piece of shit is useless. Cristian,” Matias released his hold, walking toward the table where he picked up the blade. “Let’s send Jorge a clear message. He’s fucked with the wrong family in Chile.”
Cristian watched as Matias pushed the blade into the man’s shoulder and twisted the handle. He drove the blade deeper into his flesh, causing the man to wail. “You’ll be a message. One that reminds Jorge why we’re in charge.”
Matias leaned into the man’s body, pushing the knife through his meaty flesh. The blade cut through muscle and scraped against bone until his arm was hanging lifelessly beside him, barely attached to his shoulder.
“Ready to talk now?”
“I… I…” the man’s Russian accent was thick as he mumbled incoherently to the group of men standing around him. “I don’t know. All I know is he is from an important family.”
“Fuck,” Bastian mumbled.
“What do you mean, important family?”
“Someone… someone Ivanov can use to manipulate.” His voice weakened and his eyes closed.
“No. Wake up.” Matias slapped him across the face. “You don’t get to pass out on me.” He withdrew the knife and jammed it into his gut, causing the man to jerk his eyes open and moan. “Who is it?” Matias gritted out through a clenched jaw.
“All I know…” he heaved a deep breath before answering. “He comes from America.”
Matias stepped back from the chair. The knife made a suctioning sound as it slipped out from his gut. Blood splattered across Matias’s pants and dripped onto the floor.
“Take this motherfucker and dump him on Jorge’s steps. I want him to know we’re coming for him.”
“He said it was someone from America. Who the fuck is this idiot holding and why?” Bastian kicked the bloodied blade across the cement floor. “Pedro, Marco,” he called out to the two men standing behind the man. “Get a tarp and wrap him in it. I don’t want him bleeding inside your SUV.”
“Are you going to finish him?” Cristian looked at the tattered man in question.
“No. I want him to tell Jorge it was me who did this right before he takes his last breath. Pedro, make sure you drive slowly. I want him on the brink of death right before you toss him out.”
“You got it, Sir.”
“Tomorrow we take these fuckers down. I’m done sitting back and waiting.” Matias wiped his hands down his pants, smearing the blood covering his skin across the fabric. “I’m going home to wash this scum off me. We will meet here in the morning to plan. Be ready. It’s going to get messy.”
Katyastayedcurledupunder the covers as she watched Matias enter the room. His clothes were covered in what appeared to be blood and grime. He stripped his shirt off, revealing his lean, sculpted physique, and tossed it to the floor. She watched him walk across the room and disappear into the bathroom.
As the water kicked on, she got out of bed and tugged the sheet around her nude body. As quietly as she could, Katya tiptoed over to the bathroom door. She leaned against the frame, watching Matias as he finished removing his clothes. He pressed his hands to the counter and closed his eyes. Whatever he had been a part of, affected him. Katya felt bad for ogling him in secret, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him. His ass was firm and gave way to the most powerful looking legs she’d seen in a long time.
Katya wasn’t a virgin, but she hadn’t been with many men either. Looking at the delectable specimen in front of her made her insides quake with need. Matias stepped into the massive shower and stood beneath the spray ofwater. Taking a deep breath, Katya dropped the sheet and stepped in behind him.
“Shit!” Matias jumped as he peered over his shoulder. Quickly averting his eyes, he groaned, “Katya. What are you doing?”
“What we both need and want.”
She leaned in and pressed her lips to his back as she wrapped her arms around him. Matias stiffened beneath her touch.
“Are you sure? Once we do this, there’s no going back.”
“I have nothing to go back to, Matias. My father tossed me aside like yesterday’s trash. You said you protected what belonged to you—so make me yours.”
Matias spun her around and pressed her back to the tiled wall. He lifted her off the slick ground as he pressed his lips to hers. He plundered her mouth like it was a mine harboring the same lithium that had brought them together.
Katya moaned, arching her body into his. Her hands traced the ridges of his muscles, inching them into his lush black hair. Every nerve was firing on hyper-drive, desperate to feel him on a deeper level.
Matias gripped her thighs. “Do you want this?”
