I bite back my smirk, she isn’t just beautiful she’s fucking smart. “You go free,” I answer.
She scoffs. “You and I both know my freedom was forfeited the moment I saw your faces. You can’t allow me to go free because you run the risk of me running my mouth and reporting you. Now, I will ask again, what the fuck happens to me?” She sounds like a true born lawyer. This fucking woman is doing things to my head she shouldn’t be. At first I was intrigued by her. Her beauty seduced me that first night and I was unable to hold back and gave into my need to have her.
That one fucking night started a domino effect. We’ve tailed her ever since. Every time she visited the Dungeon and requested to be seen, she thought she was meeting a stranger. The truth is, the three of us could never allow that. We all took turns fucking her, either on our own or two of us, but never the three at once. We couldn’t raise any questions. The Dungeon has rules against harems. Monte let it slide when he found out about the first time, but I knew he wouldn’t let it slide a second time.
She got off each time, but we all knew she craved more. She hungered for the three of us. What our prosecutor doesn’t know is that the Dungeon is owned by Vladimir’s older brother Courtney. Every time she has visited that place, we’ve had the footage wiped since we were in those clips, but my brother plans to use her private life against her in court.
“You have two choices,” Dimitri announces. “Get on a plane, start a new life under a new name and never return to the US, or we bury you in the woods at theDollhouse.”
She studies him for a second before her eyes widen slightly. “Heowns theDollhouse, doesn’t he?”
This time I let my smirk free. “Clever you are, Prosecutor,” I say.
“Will you still be punished for me breaking the rules?” her question shocks me.
“Do you care?” Vlad fires backs.
“Wouldn’t ask if I didn’t,” she snaps.
“Our punishment isn’t your concern,” Dimitri sneers. “Your only focus should be on the options I have given you.”
She scowls at him. “I swore an oath.” There’s a hitch in her tone.
“As did I to my family,” I grit out.
She scoffs. “And what a great family you have,” she spits with hatred lacing her words. I clench my fists at my sides and grind my teeth.
“You know nothing about my fucking family.”
She jumps to her feet and cuts Vlad off. “I know everything about them!” she screams. “Your father is a fucking rapist. He sells women and children, murders anyone who dares to stand against him. Even his own son hates—” She clamps her mouth closed, her eyes widen in horror. She wasn’t meant to let that shit slip. I dart forward and wrap my hand around her throat and drive her backward until her back slams into the wall. She grips my forearm and digs her nails in, trying to get me to release. I tighten my hold, cutting off her airway as I get right in her face.
“You either finish that fucking sentence or I snap your fucking neck,” I yell in her face. I release my grip enough for her to breathe…just.
Terror is clear in her eyes as she looks back at me. “He’ll kill him,” she rasps out.
“I’ll kill you if you don’t tell me what I want to fucking know,” I vow.
“You’re going to kill me anyway!” she hisses.
“Tell us what we want to know and I swear I’ll drive you to the airport myself. On my honor, I give you my word no harmwill come to you.” The truth in Dimitri’s words ring out. She looks at me for confirmation. I lock my jaw and give her a stiff nod.
When she flicks her gaze to Vladimir, I stiffen. Dread pools in my gut. When she saidsonhe never crossed my mind until now. I release my hold on her and whirl around to face my nephew. I take a single step toward him only to be halted. She pushes in front of me and places her hand against my bare chest, defending Vlad from my wrath.
“It wasn’t him,” she shouts. I glare down at her.
“Start fucking talking. I’m about to hurt you to get to him if I have to,” I promise.
“Fuck you! I didn’t do shit?—”
Vlad’s tirade is cut off when she speaks. “He didn’t do it, it was his brother.” The fucking room spins, I push her away from me. She stumbles backward. Vlad catches her before she can fall to her ass. My mind is whirling. The case against Monte is only going to trial because someone snitched. He found out there was evidence against him. He was betrayed by his own fucking son.
“Which one?” Dimitri pushes.
“Hunter,” she whispers his name, but the weight of her revelation slams into me like a sledgehammer to the gut.
Vlad drops his hold on her and steps away, shaking his head, trying to deny the truth. “He wouldn’t,” he yells.
She flinches. “Hunter is my source,” she states again.
