Ben begged, “Please take me to a hospital. I will never tell on you.” I removed the blindfold from his eyes, and he blinked at me rapidly as they adjusted to the light, and I enjoyed the fear evident in them.
“Misha,” I called, and in a second, he entered the warehouse with his gloves on and some liquid shit, because he worked on the torture devices. He wiped something on the floor, while I removed the apron and gloves and put my jacket back on. In five minutes, Misha was done, and he left without a backward glance.
“Radmir?” Ben’s voice trembled as he tried to understand what was going on.
“Whenever I imagined torturing you, you always stayed alive. I just wanted you to suffer your whole life, remembering this day.” He exhaled in relief, but I wasn't finished. “But you hurt my woman. You let her come to me every month and then rejected her. You hurt the most precious thing in this world to me, and for that, you’ll have a painful death, Ben. Because no one hurts what’s mine.” With that, I lit the match and threw it on the floor. The fire spread rapidly and reached his body as he screamed for help.
Closing the door behind me, I put on my shades. The guys already sat in the car, and after I hopped in the Gelenvagen, Petor moved forward as Yuri and the rest followed in another car. When we were a distance away from the place, it blew up, and if it wasn't for the bulletproof cars, we might have felt or heard something.
Instead, all I experienced was fucking bliss that the fucker was dead.
Swiping the screen on my phone open, I dialed Connor’s number. He picked up on the third ring.
“It’s done.”
“DNA?”
“Misha removed it all.”
“I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Connor?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
Connor was an FBI agent who followed the law and didn't engage in the Bratva lifestyle. But he did interfere when injustice happened, and especially when Dominic or Damian asked him. He and his sister were rescued by the twins a long time ago, and they escaped a fate worse than death, thanks to them.
“First and last time, Radmir, just because our justice system owed you one. Don’t ask me again.” With that, he hung up on me, and I chuckled at his attitude.
Justice system.
The joke would be on him when he found out the woman he loved was, in fact, the daughter of one of the most ruthless mafia bosses in Italy and not an FBI hacker as he thought she was.
I’d like to see what he would say then.
“Take me to the penthouse first so I can take a shower and change. Then we’ll go to Vivian.” No way in fuck was I touching my family after this without cleaning myself first.
Resting my head on the seat, peace settled over me as I remembered my family and the time we’d spent together. I’d never known more happiness.
It gave hope for a bright future, a future we were both denied for such a long time. But we couldn't live like this for the rest of our lives. She had to come with me and accept my lifestyle. We were solid, and prolonging this only pushed back the inevitable.
“Yeah, about that.” Gleb cleared his throat. “They’re in Texas.”
“What?” He must be mistaken. My woman wouldn't leave anywhere without telling me first.
“She had to travel there regarding a job or something. They are staying at her parents’ ranch. She called you, but your phone was off, so….” he trailed, and fury rushed through me along with fear.
They were with a man who took them away from me, and Vivian thought it was acceptable?
Not anymore!
“Airport. Call Oleg to get the plane ready. We are traveling to Houston first.”
“First?” Petor asked.
“Then we are flying back to Moscow. Enough of this States bullshit.” Looked like the decision wasn't Vivian’s to make anymore.
