“Did Roman tell you what he planned to do to you if I hadn’t come in time?” I gritted out the last words.
“I wasn't going to kill her, Dmitri,” Roman said, his voice filled with agony.
He didn’t know the meaning of agonyyet.
“It’s true,” Alisa said with a frown. “Roman planned to beat me until I ended up in a coma. Then he promised the doctors would make sure I never woke up to point the finger at him.”
“Did he now?”
Roman flinched at my tone, and I slammed my foot down on his hand. The very hand he dared to touch her with.
He screamed and tried to thrash away. With a smile, I brought my foot down twice as hard, enjoying the crunching noise.
When his screams were high pitched enough to rupture an eardrum, I kneeled down next to him and pulled out my knife.
Alisa’s eyes widened.
“Don’t worry kotenok, I’m not going to kill him,” I said. From the terror pulsing on Roman’s face, he knew that wasn’t a mercy. “I’m just going to doexactlywhat he promised you.”
And I’d make the process far more painful than Roman would’ve been capable of.
I stabbed into the sensitive flesh between his pointer finger and thumb, and imagined Alisa’s lifeless body hooked up to a machine. While the images flickered through my head, I impaled the tendon between his middle finger and second finger.
Blood oozed through the gaps while I visualized never hearing Alisa’s voice again. Never hearing her mewls of pleasure orsassy come backs. Hearingnothingfrom her lips again except machine-induced breaths.
The mercy of death wasfartoo good for this man.
I slashed the exact same spots he’d bruised Alisa, not even pausing to wipe the blood splurting against my skin. With a smile that bordered on maniac, I meticulously repaid each of Alisa’s injuries with far more pain.
And each scream of his had me cutting deeper.
Eventually, I switched to my fists, not wanting the experience to end too soon. From Roman’s screeches, the feeling obviously wasn’t mutual.
After I’d swollen Roman’s eyelids shut with my fists, I stepped away from his bloody form.
“Your turn, kotenok.” I handed Alisa a long steel pipe lying nearby. “Make him feel the agony that he put you through.”
Something flickered across her face when she kneeled down next to his prone form.
She whispered something in his ear, and the agonized sound that left his lips was a sound that I’d cherish the rest of my life.
“This is for the time I begged, and you didn’t listen.” With pure fury on her face, Alisa swung the metal pipe against his ribs.
Roman curled up against the pain, but Alisa just kept swinging without a hint of mercy. The crunching of his bones echoed through the warehouse.
Her voice was a pure snarl as she shouted over his cries. “Not so disposable, am I?”
Chapter sixty-two
Dmitri
None of the bloodlust faded, even after Roman lost his voice begging Alisa to stop. Not after my knife and fists finished the job of making Roman unrecognizable. Not after my men dragged away his unconscious body.
Only once we were back in my apartment with Alisa curled in my arms, did I feel like I could breathe again. I pressed her closer to me, only the ache in her ribs kept me from crushing her against me. I leaned my head against her chest, reassuring myself with the steady beat of her heart.
“Will the Pakhan find out what happened?” Alisa said quietly.
I savored the sound of her voice after I’d nearly lost it.
