I watch them carry him out through the back door, closing it shut behind them and leaving everything exactly as it should be, as if the bastard just decided to get up and leave on his own accord.
Tomorrow he will wish for death.
I stand and take another drink of my whiskey, deciding I need to try and get at least a couple hours of sleep.
Making my way through the house to my bedroom I’m brought back to thoughts of Willow again, wondering if she’s sleeping peacefully when my phone chimes.
As if on instinct and having my Pakhan mind on full alert I heave a sigh thinking it’s from Lev or one of my men as I unlock it.
My body comes to a halt however as I see the name staring back at me and the text she’s sent. Just two simple words and my heart beats faster than it ever has before.?
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I didn’t sleep last night. I stared at Willows text until five in the morning like a fucking idiot teenager who has his first crush until I finally got up to get ready for the day.
I’m not a virgin by any means, but I sure as hell have never longed for a woman before. Even as a teenager or when I was Lev’s age I didn’t concern myself with hanging around anyone long enough to develop any kind of feelings.
I’ve always been business minded and it paid off. I didn’t care whether I went months, or in my case now, years, without being intimate with a woman.
So what kind of fucking witchcraft has Willow pulled for me to fall apart at her feet.
I’ve decided I’ll keep my distance for her sake. If Lev brings her and Alina to the club, I’ll make myself busy. If she texts me again, I’ll ignore it. If she calls, I’ll forward it to Mikhail to take. If it isn’t an emergency I’ll just ignore her completely.
I pride myself on being ruthless and powerful when it comes to Bratva business, so I can be ruthless and powerful over my own feelings towards a twenty two year old girl I’ve met briefly for fuck sake.
I throw my lit cigarette away before stalking through the warehouse doors to find my men keeping our little pet occupied.
“Boss.” They greet me one after the other with a nod.
I set my gun and phone on one of the tables along the back wall, then taking a leaf out of Lev’s unhinged handbook, I walk right up to our new friend while rolling my shirt sleeves up to my elbows and when I reach him, I waste no time and punch him directly in the nose.
Blood pours from his face immediately and he wails like the bitch we all know he is. Any man who has to drug a woman is a pathetic, weak cretin.
Flicking my hand out to the side to get rid of some of the blood thats now all over me from his nose, I decide to address him.
“Dobroye utroEnzo. Sleep well? I didn’t, which means you’re not just getting the version of me who already wants you dead, you’re getting the version of me who is sleep deprived, even more angry than usual and who wants to make your death as slow as possible just because I fucking can.” I sneer at him.
He looks at me with nothing but fear in his eyes.
“Ne—” He tries to speak and I punch him again and again in his face, his sternum, his ribs, as hard as I can, just because I can.
I don’t want his words. I want his screams, his pain, his fear. Everything that could of potentially been felt by Willow that night had she not of had the type of friends that she did with her.
“Ne…” He wheezes when I finally stop my onslaught on him.
My men really did a number on him during the night so he was already a mess, but now due to the beating from me, he’s on deaths door. His breathing is laboured as he continues trying to speak again while I start unbuttoning my shirt.
“Ne…ro…”
“He ratted you out Enzo.” I cut him off.
“He can’t save you now, so no point in calling out to him.” I say casually as he continues to struggle for air.
“He… his… pl…plan.” He battles against what must be his lungs and chest burning with pain as he speaks.
“It was his plan?” I raise a brow at him
“Funny. He said he only saw a pretty girl he wanted to dance with and it was all you who took it upon yourself to drug the other. Was pretty convincing too, the poor fucker even pissed himself out of fear.”
