When I got up from the couch, Alisa stepped in front of her brother in an adorably inadequate attempt to shield him. At my approaching figure, she straightened her shoulders.
“What are you doing?” she said. A bit of panic flashed in her eyes before she masked it over with steel.
“Leaving,” I said, striding towards the only door.
I’d sought out an empty room to deal with my protection racket, not… whatever this was.
“No, wait!” she said, her eyes wide. “They said the next time the door opens Kiril needs to be…” She couldn’t even finish the sentence.
“Then get it over with,” I said, not slowing my pace.
“The Pakhan ordered you to killme, Alisa.” Kiril’s voice was quiet, his agony apparent from the throaty tone. “You know what you have to do.”
Alisa trembled and shook her head in denial as I continued towards the door.
“Therehas to bea way for both of us to get out of this alive,” Alisa said to her brother.
There sure as hell wasn’t. Once the Pakhan gave a direct order, you carried it out or you died. Which, if I had to guess, was exactly what had led them to this room.
When I placed my hand on the door handle, something came over Alisa. A snarl exited her mouth as she dove for the knife–
And aimed it atme.
I raised an eyebrow. Pretty fucking ballsy. Men three times her size didn’t have the balls to try that with me. Probably because they didn’t want to bleed out at my feet.
“Don’t you dare open that door,” she said, breathing heavily between each word.
“Alisa, stop!” Kiril yelled. He stumbled forward despite the heavy chains I now spotted around his legs.
Alisa’s arm trembled, but she kept the knife raised in my direction. Not close enough to actually reach me. Still, there weren’t many people stupid enough to threaten me.
“Put the knife down,” I said. “Then get on your knees andbegfor me not to kill you.”
That was a far more charitable offer than usual for me. But if she disobeyed, I’d snap her neck before she had a chance to blink those pretty blue eyes that were staring at me with pure hatred. What a waste that would be.
Especially since now I was imagining those hate-filled eyes rolling up in her skull right before she broke on my cock.
Technically, we weren’t allowed to kill the other contestants without the Pakhan’s approval. But there were no working cameras in here. Since the Pakhan ordered Kiril dead, I could easily stage it so it looked like the siblings killed each other during the struggle.
“Alisa,” Kiril’s voice was panicked. “Do what he says.”
The vibrations from Alisa’s trembling arm might’ve been comical if she wasn’t pointing that knife at me.
“Please, Dmitri,” Alisa said, and fuck me if the sound of my name on her pretty lips didn’t make my dick harden. “I just need a moment to figure out how to save us both.”
I snorted at that. “You disobey the Pakhan by keeping your brother alive, and he’ll just kill both of you. Now go ahead and kill Kiril. Thenbeg menot to do the same to you.”
Her eyes glazed over as she stared ahead.
“He’s right,” Kiril said.
Alisa spun towards him. She raised the knife–
And offered it to her brother.
“Kill me instead, Kiril,” Alisa said quietly.
My fingers drummed against the wall. Something about this interaction was making my chest tighten.
