Igor struggled against the restraints, but he was no match for Dmitri’s knot tying.
“I wonder how many bones I need to break before you pass out again,” Dmitri said before slamming his fist into Igor's face.
Bone crunched, and blood immediately poured from his nose.
From the sadistic gleam in Dmitri’s eyes, it was obvious he was enjoying torturing Igor.
I’d killed a lot of men in my lifetime, but I didn’t enjoy it. There was no thrill in it, just pure survival.
Dmitri kicked him in the leg.Snap. Igor’s tibia went in the wrong direction.
A dark smile spread across Dmitri’s face.
“Stop,” Igor groaned, all the bravado from earlier disappearing.
“Giving up already? Pathetic,” he tsked. “Come over here, kotenok. He can’t hurt you in this position.”
I was more than aware. The precision of the knots… My legs tightened together.
“Have you been stalking me?” I asked Igor, easing off the brown wig that was starting to itch. He already knew my identity, so there was no danger in taking off my disguise.
Dmitri’s eyes flared as he stared at my uncovered hair.
I gritted my teeth, and willed the heat in my body to dissipate.
When Igor remained silent at my question, Dmitri snapped the bone in his pointer finger.
“Shit,” Igor yelped. “Fine, yes I’ve been fucking following you.”
“I’m guessing you were ordered to by your Bratva’s Pakhan,” I said.
Dmitri grasped Igor’s middle finger, and he started furiously nodding his head in affirmation to my question.
I sighed. The last thing I wanted was to be on the radar of a rival Bratva.
“Why?” I said.
“Once you hit the top twenty in your competition, I was assigned to surveil you,” he hurried to say before Dmitri could break another one of his bones.
“Just me?” I asked.
“Along with a long list of other people in your organization. You aren’tthatimportant.”
I snorted at that. There was no offense taken. I preferred being under the radar and in the shadows.
Igor muttered under his breath, “This was supposed to be an easy assignment.”
Had Gemma been part of that assignment, or was it just a messed up coincidence?
“Was-” I stopped myself.
I’d nearly vocalized that question. I shook my head, I couldn’t let Dmitri know about Gemma. I needed to shield her from this world. Especially from someone who’d proven their capability of killing the people I cared about.
With that thought, the building arousal came to a screeching halt. Finally, it saw reason.
I couldn't handle anymore deaths of the people I cared about. I’d been alone for so long after Kiril’s death….
Crap. Now, my unfinished sentence had Dmitri’s full heart-stopping attention.
