We were finally moving forward on my plan for vengeance against the Vallens, slowly destroying their foundation brick by brick until the whole family fell. My family had been trying to take them down for decades, but we also had to elevate our own status, which meant not enough focus went to our enemies. That all changed when I took over from my father several years ago.
We had a long way to go—killing higher-ups, finding out where Vallenactuallylived (not that stupid fucking fake apartment he tried to throw us off with), and destroying their connections. But tonight, we were sabotaging one of their important shipments, placing seeds of doubt between them and their supplier.
Whose men were compromised? Who was at fault? How many were dead? These were the questions I wanted Julian Vallen to ask himself tonight when he went to bed. And one more, too.
When was Aleksandr Drakov going to strike next?
The city passed by in streaks of light and shadow. The noise coming out of Nikolai’s mouth was grating, and before I could smack him upside the head, my phone buzzed with a text.
Evangeline
Have a fun night at work!
Oh, and…
*Evangeline sent 1 photo*
“Fuck,” I muttered, teeth clenched, trying not to crush my phone in my hand. I resisted the urge to adjust my rapidly growing hard-on right in front of my cousin. She was so fucking sexy it was unreal.
It was a simple picture: Eva in a towel that pushed up her breasts, her wet hair crawling down her spine, her pussy barely out of view from the camera. But it was the teasing nature of it—the fact that Iknewwhat was under that towel, yet she hid it anyway—that made me fucking desperate for more.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Eva was lucky she was at her brother’s, because I would have turned this car around and climbed through her window to see under that towel myself. Right now, my control was thin at best.
Aleksandr
Such a good girl.
“Dude, focus,” Nikolai grumbled under his breath. “You can flirt with your girl later.”
The warehouse in the North Docks was easy enough to breach. The car in front of us had five of my men inside—this was a small operation that probably didn’t need Nikolai and me at all if it weren’t for our pride—and they’d gone ahead and killed what few guards Vallen had. The arrogant fuckers probably didn’tthink we’d figure out their little plan. They had no idea how deep my claws ran in this city, how far my beast had gone to avenge my little sister.
They would learn. Far too late.
It was over too quickly for my tastes. My men entered first, taking out any extraneous Vallen guards with a few quick, well-aimed shots. Their blood slowly stained the concrete floor, their lifeless eyes fixed on the ceiling. I waved at their supplier to leave, wanting someone to spread the word amongst his people. After all, how could trust be broken if this were a slaughterhouse?
Julian Vallen needed to know that he had a fucking rat.Myrat.
I walked up to the Vallen man, the one who was the head of tonight’s operation. He’d been with the Vallens for at least twenty years, according to my research.
He’d be valuable.
“Fucking Drakovs,” he snarled while Nikolai pinned him to the ground, bloodlust evident in my cousin’s eyes. “I knew you would find a way to get your greasy paws everywhere.”
“Oh, you were thinking about me?” I purred, nudging his cheek with my boot before bending down, grabbing my switchblade from my pocket.
“Never.”
I ran the blade down his cheek, the monster in me humming in satisfaction at the bead of blood that formed beneath my touch. Such a pretty sight, this violence. Almost as pretty as my girl.
“I’m going to have fun with you.”
The man spat, the disgusting liquid getting on my lapels. “I will never tell you anything.”
“Such sweet lies from such a sour man,” I whispered, carving the blade even deeper when I pressed into his skin. “You willscream my name before this is all over. And your cries will be music to my ears.”
By the time we left, the man was already singing. I smiled.
