And during that time, I had the undivided attention of the sovietnik as he used my body in the most skilled ways, bringing me nothing but pleasure and creating a cocoon around us where everything ceased to exist. We had long hours of lovemaking when he played my body like an instrument and reminded it to be attuned to his every touch and breath.
Simply put, we lived like a normal family and I almost believed we could be happy together, putting the past behind us, but I didn't take into consideration his plan for revenge.
Whenever we lay in bed, he waited for me to fall asleep, or so he thought, and then he'd sneak outside to talk with his Bratva members. He would sip his coffee in the living room afterward, reading various papers he hid from me in the morning. Too curious, I ignored his warning, and when he was in the shower, I checked them out. Thank God I kept my Russian lessons through the years and became fluent in the language; otherwise, I would have gotten a headache from their alphabet.
The papers almost slipped through my fingers, because they had the names and locations of people who were involved in his legal case.
And one of the names he had marked was my father’s.
How would we build a life together if he planned to kill him?
Unfortunately, I didn't have the time to discuss it with him, because he got a call and his face transformed into deep fury. He hung up quickly, barely kissed me goodbye, and disappeared.
I couldn't reach him on his phone, because it was off, so I had no choice but to board the plane while he probably had no clue we left.
I just hoped he wouldn't be angry with me once he found out, but I had a feeling the man would make me regret it.
Sighing in frustration, I kissed my baby on the head and picked my work back up, hoping it would take my depressing thoughts away.
Radmir
Gleb grabbed my shoulder, stopping me from entering the warehouse, and our gazes met. Yuri and Petor smoked behind us near the car. They’d already given up trying to talk some sense into me. Misha just sipped his tea, sitting on the bench and reading newspapers as though it was a fucking picnic.
Gleb held my stare for a minute and said, “Do whatever you need, man, but remember your family.” Slapping me on the back, he finally got out of my way, and I walked in, my boots stepping heavily on the concrete floor, echoing through the place.
As always, the only light bulb on was in the ceiling so it could shine brightly on the victim who sat on the chair, tightly roped around his middle, his eyes blindfolded and his legs in manacles chained to the floor. He breathed heavily, as sweat drenched his white shirt and perspiration could be seen on his forehead.
“You cannot do this to me!” he shouted, and I almost chuckled. That was all he had?
Removing my jacket, I threw it on the table and rolled my sleeves up while putting on a black apron. I didn't fucking need his blood stains on my clothes. Putting on latex gloves, I examined the table full of devices, especially the new ones I’d ordered for this special day.
Collection of knives, bolt cutters, clamps, hammers. Different injections that could either bring euphoria or madness, and drugs. Matches, waxes, even live ants that could crawl inside his most intimate places and bring hell.
Nothing was off limits for a man who believed revenge was his given right.
“You will pay for this,” the fucker shouted again, and this time I spoke.
“I wouldn't pose useless threats, Ben.”
He froze when he heard my voice and then began shaking the chair violently, but it wouldn't budge under him no matter how much he tried. “You will go to prison for it, Radmir. Touching me like that, I will ruin you,” he snarled, but I just chuckled at his anger.
He did entertain me, which was always a plus during torture.
“If you live long enough to tell.” He froze as I picked up a sharp, serrated knife and stood next to him. His jaw twitched as the rapid beating of his heart became evident from his chest heaving as if he’d run a marathon. I leaned closer to his ear, so he’d hear everything. “I was going to spare your life, so you’d get to live with all the scars, remembering me till the day you die.”
He breathed heavily, gulping air in fear, as I brushed the blade over his back, ripping his shirt open and exposing the skin. Then without warning, I dug it deeper and pressed down vertically, creating a deep wound that dripped blood. He cried out in agony but couldn't move away from the torture. Next, I poured salt on it, so it would sting more and fester. Shifting to the side, I punched him in the gut with all my might, causing him to groan and start gagging. I went back to the table and chose bolt cutters this time.
“Please, Radmir. I’ll do anything you want.” Smirking, I grabbed his hair painfully and pulled his head back.
“Okay. I’ll consider it.” Clicking my tongue, I added, “But you will give me the information I need first.”
“I don’t know anything. I swear.”
“Ben, Ben. I must have gone easy on you, since you still lie.” He could have made my life hell in prison just for the fuck of it or simply because he didn't like the Bratva members. I could almost believe that.
But allowing inmates to beat me without blinking, keeping Vivian away from me, and always trying to undermine my reputation among others? That didn't speak of a personal vendetta.
It spoke of a carefully planned order the guy followed religiously.
