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Her sobs the night I told her about my condition were yet to leave my memory and I wasn’t ready to break her heart again, but I also knew I would regret leaving this world without spending the best time with the people I loved.

“Is that what you want?” She clamped her trembling lower lip with her teeth, still not looking at me. “You could bring your brother here you know, and we can all have a good time.”

“I know.” I settled my mug on the side table before doing the same with hers and taking her hand into mine. “But I grew up there and it’s also the only place in the world where I feel a little close to my parents. I figured it would be the best place to retire it all.”

She broke down first, burying her face into the crook of my neck and letting out the most heart-wrenching sound I’ve ever heard.

It wasn’t long before my sobs joined in the agonizing harmony.

Of all the things I’d feared, mourning my life whilst living never made it to the list, and now, it was the only item on the list.

Chapter Three

Kazimir

“Tristan dropped a file with the receptionist; have her bring it up to me after the meeting.” I released the intercom, returning my attention to the scene unfolding before me.

People often made the mistake of thinking the rich were different, almost better than the average regular folks, and while they were right about them being different, it was the nature of the difference that was in question.

The random homeless beggar by the roadside was a stranger to greed and would worship you if you handed him a hundred. Same goes for the regular 9-5 folks and the like.

One would think with more wealth came satisfaction, but gluttony was a bottomless pit and greed was a thirsty beast with teeth and claws, and right now, a blood fest was unfolding in my conference room.

An intriguing sight as always, but it wasn’t the CEO of Archer Constructions laying out the dirty laundry of his business with the newly appointed vice president to secure a spot on my new Island, or the chief of the CIA exchanging classified information and promises of immunity for an unlimited supply of whores, that was responsible for the fire in my veins and the growing tightness in my pants.

Push and pull. Build anticipation. Appear out of the blue, take what you want and take it with so much hunger even the consumed feels empty without your teeth in them.

It was a game I was familiar with and one I’ve indulged in a few times, and I was thrilled when I realized she loved to play a good ol' game of cat and mouse.

Usually, I would let it run till she got exhausted and came crawling back. They always did when they realized I wasn’t going to chase, but it’s been three days and I’ll be damned if I said I didn’t feel her tight cunt still wrapped around my cock like a phantom limb.

I’ve had a semi for three days. It was either I acted now or died from blue balls. I'll go find her after this meeting is over.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen.” Nikolai, my ever-charming Sovetnik, quieted the crowd with a sly smile. “There’s no need to claw at each other's jugular, there’s more than enough room for all.”

“Not if this bastard is trying to monopolize the contract,” a man in a white suit yelled at another in a grey suit.

“I am not responsible for your inadequacies, Antonio.”

“You planted a whore in my bed,” Antonio shot back, his neck veins dangerously close to popping. “You stole from me.”

“You clearly didn’t value it well enough if it could be stolen.”

“Now, Antonio,” Nikolai cut through. “We do not steal from one another, we simply share.”

“There’s clearly not enough in the world for these two,” the man in the black suit suddenly scoffed.

“Profound words from someone who sent his son into exile to fuck his daughter-in-law,” Antonio side-eyed him.

My head snapped up at the revelation, and I wasn’t a man who was surprised by many things.

The man in question, a bald douche in a black suit, didn't flinch at the accusation.

I have seen so-called men of value and trust, and they didn’t have half the honor of a toddler in the Bratva.

They had no codes, ethics, brotherhood, or limitations, and once you gave them a space to reveal their true form, they didn't hesitate to spill their rotten blood all over.

A sick smile spread through Antonio’s darkened lips. “Bet the daughter-in-law opens up like a tulip at the sight of your cock, huh?”