Someone is loyal, except to the wrong person. A sudden awareness shoots through me. It angers me that someone has betrayed the Kozlovs, Lev in particular of course. Makes me want to do things. Bad things. From the short time I have spent in their presence, I have felt secure. Sure, it’s a gut feeling, but I feel like these are the family members I should have had.
“Fuck off, Hugo, I want to live,” Mario says. He’s nearly hyperventilating. “Alex and Dom are running the show, they work for Carlos.”
Dima scoffs and walks towards Mario. “No shit they work for Carlos, Alex is his right-hand guy. You fuckers don't understand the word loyalty,” he says.
Lev crouches in front of a now sniffling Mario and gently holds his face, making me irrationally angry. Why is he touching him like that? I jump off the countertop and the movement alerts Lev. He frowns in my direction.
My smile vanishes, my nostrils flare, and my fists clench tight. I want to punch Lev in the fucking dick. I know he's not mine, but he is for tonight.
But Crazy, who has fought his way to the front of my mind, thinks it's more. Crazy doesn’t get center stage often. He does help me feel powerful, though.
He is yours, you gonna let him touch another man? I don’t fucking think so.
“Get your hands off him, Lev,” I snarl at him, attracting the attention of the rest of the room. I can't stop the words coming out and I expect him to shout at me or even slap me, but he laughs instead. A genuine, beautiful laugh and I don't know what to do with that. Usually, he’s pissed off. His laugh makes me more uncomfortable than him threatening to cut my tongue out.
“Calm down, doe. Save your jealous fit for later,” he coos at me, and it actually works as Crazy retreats, reassured by Lev’s words, but leaving me bemused as to how to get a grip on my overactive brain.
Feeling a hand on my shoulder guiding me back, I notice it's Dima. “Don't distract him, Aaron, just let him get on with it. Trust me, he isn't like that with anyone he brings down here, he is teasing them. It's his weird kink.”
He rolls his eyes, but he’s right. Try telling the other occupant in my brain that.
Lev holds Mario's face with his palm again, seemingly trying to comfort Mario, which is unnerving.
“Shush, it’s okay now, nothing to worry about,'' Lev says. A yelp leaves Mario and his eyes widen, gurgling sounds come from his chest as blood starts to sputter out of his mouth. Lev stands, removing the knife from Mario’s chest. Blood oozes from the fatal wound as Mario tries to gasp for air, which quickly turns into shallow wet gasps before his glazed over eyes remain open and he takes his last breath.
“Too trusting, that boy, but that's not you, is it Hugo?” Lev says.
“You're a piece of shit, Kozlov. I can't wait until they take you down,” Hugo says.
Dima laughs out loud. “No fucker is taking us down, dickhead. We aren't the ones tied to a chair right now. You fucked up. You are the scum traitors to the family that looked after you. Carlos is so ashamed.” He moves over to Hugo and bends down to face him. “You will die here the pathetic loser that you are with nobody coming to save you, no one to mourn you, and nobody to avenge you. Tomorrow you'll be nothing but pulp at the bottom of an acid drum,” he says.
I have to give it to Hugo, he gives attitude until the end. “I couldn’t give a fuck what you think of me, so just do what you gotta do,” he says.
“Okay,” Dima says, before standing to his full height. He removes his gun from the back of his trousers and fires a shot between Hugo’s eyes. Brain matter covers the floor and Dima grins when he wipes his face, looking at his blood covered fingers. I’m shocked at his expression as he inspects the blood. It’s like it’s the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Okay, someone has a blood kink.
“What a vain prick,” Dima mumbles as he retrieves a tissue from his pocket to clean his hands.
I’m speechless after what I’ve witnessed today. I really hope it's a weekly thing that I can be part of. These brothers are stunning to watch in their bloody glory, but Lev, I am ready to submit to him in any way he chooses.
Chapter 15 - Lev
“Simon,arrangetheclean-up.Jules, make a copy of the recording, so we have something,” I say.
“You got it,” Jules replies, and they get on with their orders.
I am vibrating with the need to get my hands on Aaron, but we need to wrap this up first. I do not want to be disturbed tonight as I acquaint him with my mattress when he is face down being fucked like the little attention whore he has proven to be.
“D, what's the plan? You contacting Carlos?” I ask Dima.
“Yeah, I'll call him and let him know, then I'll arrange to meet him tomorrow and give him the footage. He's gonna be pissed,” he says.
“Damn right he is. I can't believe Alex is heading this. You need to warn him about what Alex is up to so he can be a step ahead,” I say.
“I will. Don't worry. Now I'm gonna call Carlos and then find my husband. You get some rest brother,” he says.
“Oh, there will be no rest tonight. Better tell Princess Seb to have his earplugs in,” I say with a leery grin.
Dima rolls his eyes. “Grow the fuck up, Lev.” He walks out.
