I had wanted this to feel like a victory.
It doesn’t.
24
Dominik
“Fuck!”
My shout ricochets off the concrete as something inside me finally snaps.
As much as I want to believe that my brother was just being an asshole to spite me…I think he was telling the truth.
Alina was acting odd when he first sent her down here. I thought it was because she was as confused and shocked by his decision as I was, but I was wrong.
She had intentionally kept something vital from me.
And now I can’t stop seeing it—his hand between her thighs, his name on her lips.
When we were together just minutes afterward, according to Gavriil, was she still thinking about him?
My stomach violently twists before I slam my palm against the shampoo and conditioner bottles on the ledge of the sink, knocking them across the cell. If I could tear this place down with my bare fucking hands, I would.
I’m sick and tired of being stuck in here, separated from what’s going on beyond the prison walls. Separated from Alina.
I think I’m already starting to lose her to Gavriil.
She let him touch her.
After all that he’s done to her, I thought that she would hate him.
That was the lie I’d been clinging to, that his cruelty would protect me from losing her.
He locked her in a cage. Took away her clothes and mattress. Ordered me to kill her brother.
And she still let him get close enough to unravel her in one of the most intimate ways.
What if he’s left to go do it again? Or to go even further?
What’s stopping him from taking what’s supposed to be mine?
“Fuck,” I breathe out again as I storm over to the cell door to rattle the bars as hard as I can.
I need to get the hell out of here.
“Hey! Cut it out,” Simeon snaps at me as he looks up from his phone.
“Fuck off,” I bite out.
Simeon pushes off the wall with a scowl to cross over to my cell. “Don’t make me knock your ass out.”
If my men didn’t have what I assume are blindfolds over their eyes and earplugs in their ears, threats would be raining down on Simeon right now. They wouldn’t let him get away with talking to me like that. Not without him fearing for his life at least a little.
He should know that we won’t all be stuck in here forever.
I glare at him through the bars, my hands itching to take a swing at him. At anyone who is stupid enough to stand between me and Alina. “Go ahead and unlock the door. Try it.”
He scoffs. “I could just shoot you through the bars.”
