I smirk internally. Fucking emotions, always tripping up the best of us at the worst times. I’d have half a mind to call him out on it but now’s not the time. With Aleks on our doorstep, we’ve got bigger fires to extinguish.
He inhales deeply from his cigarette, then grinds it out on the floor.
“You didn’t kill Sophia,” Dimitri finally states, his voice probing. “Even after she told you about the bugs she planted. You forget our rules about betrayal? It’s death, Luka.”
I keep quiet for a long moment, my mind racing. The words are there, but saying them out loud makes it real.
Finally, I meet his eyes. “I will not kill my woman and themother of my child.”
Chapter 16
Dimitri
Islept.
But the moment I wake up, it hits me again like a ton of bricks.
“I will not kill my woman , the mother of my child.”
My eyes had nearly popped out of my head. “You… You’re going to be a father?”
“Yeah,” Luka had answered, his voice solid, like he’d carved it in stone.
That’s it. My best friend, my brother-in-arms, is going be a dad. And what am I? Stuck in the same shithole, playing the same twisted games.
A sick feeling settles in my stomach. Is it jealousy? Maybe. Sadness? Yeah, a bit of that too. It’s like Luka’s moving on to something big, something life-changing. And me? I’m still here, getting my hands dirty, fighting the same old fights.
I shake my head, trying to get rid of the thoughts, but they stick with me, nagging like a damn itch I can’t reach.
So, what do I do? The only thing I know how to do.
I fight.
That’s why I’m here. The underground fight club smells like shit. Sweat, blood, and whatever dreams have died there. I’m tearing into some poor bastard like I want to kill him. The crowd is going nuts, screaming like a bunch of lunatics.
This place, hidden deep under the city, is a playground for sick fucks who get their kicks from watching men beat each other to a pulp. Money flows like water, all stained with pain and suffering.
Erik and I, we’ve been coming here for years. But tonight, it feels different. It’s like there’s something missing, something off. Or maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m the one who’s off.
Luka’s moving on, and here I am, stuck in the same damn place.
Fuck!
I land a punch, and the guy’s face explodes in a spray of blood. The crowd goes wild, but I don’t give a shit.
I fucking need the pain.
I fucking need someone to bleed.
It’s one day till I finally get to end Aleks’s miserable life.
And then it hits me like a kick in the belly. Little Yulia’s birthday. Supposed to be her day. But it’s all fucked up, and it’s driving me insane.
“Fucking kill him, Dimitri!” Erik yells, his eyes wild.
I slam my fist into the guy’s face again, feeling his nose break. Blood goes everywhere, and I don’t care.
Aleks’s face flashes in my mind, and I see red. How the fuck does he always know? How does he keep fucking everything up?
