Page 60 of Bloody Tainted Lies

My black McLaren sits in front of the house and I run straight to it, dodging college students left and right in an attempt to reach it. I look back at my friends, still huddled over Igor, as the paramedics pull up, and I get in it.

Taking a deep breath, I try to steady my shaking hands, not from fear but from anticipation. Is Igor’s death hitting me? Not yet. I’m sure it will later, but right now all I feel is bloodthirsty.

I peel out of the street without a care in the world. I don’t give a fuck that the cops are there. We are untouchable, bothD’yavolyandDemoni. Once I reach theDemonihouse, I sit in my car, debating who will die tonight. It’s not hard to choose, though. There’s no party tonight—surprisingly—so whoever walks out of that house next is the victim. Leonardo is close with all the guys here, so it’s not hard to pick.

An hour passes before anyone comes out. Suddenly, I see the door open and one of Leo’s best friends begins to stroll out to his car parked on the street. I leave mine, not bothering to be quiet and take my weapon out of the holster, putting a round in the chamber and loading it.

“Hey motherfucker!” I yell, my voice full of rage. “Ne povezlo.”Bad luck.

“Fuck. You.”

“Nah.” I chuckle, “I’ll do you one better.” I point the gun at his chest, right over his heart and shoot him. I feel absolutely nothing. It must be from the fact that Igor is dead, and I want revenge. It has nothing to do with the fact that I’ve killed forty-nine people over the last seven months. “I’llfuckyou.”

The guy, whose name I don’t know, hits the ground hard, and his thud echoes in the silence of the night. A door opens and out comes Leonardo Colombo—alone and seemingly unarmed—looking right at the man on the ground.

“That’s for Igor, you little pussy,” I scream as I point the gun at him. He freezes on the spot. “Next time, make sure you don’t miss me!”

I walk back to my car calmly, trying to not kill him too. I want his death to be bigger than a little bullet in the brain or the chest. There’s gurgling and choking sounds as I walk away, and when I look back Leo is leaning over the guy, his shoulders shaking.

“A brother for a brother,” I growl at him, no pity in my voice, just venom, then get in my car and drive away.

Now that the debt’s been settled, it’s time to plan his death. And, this time,Iwon’t miss.

After he came over last night… I just couldn’t stay away from him anymore. I guess my brain has short-circuited, because even though I’ve said I don’t want to be with him, I also can’t seem to stay away. Mostly because I’m a liar. And he’s been trying to play me just as I have him.

I can’t say I’m surprised.

So here I am, back in his arms again. Just like all those years ago. I’m a weak, weak woman for him.

“Come on, Camilla!” Nikolai yells. “I’m about to die. Come revive me! Hurry up, oh myGod!”

“I’m trying, you jerk! I can only run so fast!”

We’re on level ten of Call of Duty Zombies, and I’m surprised we’ve even made it this far. I’ve been carrying the team, that’s for damn sure, and have had to save him at every level. But I’m just happy to be playing, honestly. Playing this game was a way Andrea and I used to bond. I’m lucky Nik wanted to play with me, I needed it. To feel closer to Andrea somehow. So why do I do it with him? I have no idea. I’m sick in the head.

I’m falling for him more than when we were kids. Well, I fell for him back then. I think I’m just now realizing the implications of it. One look from those pretty silver eyes and I’m a puddle of nothing. I just melt. It’s ridiculous and stupid. What. The. Fuck.

Zombies swarm us from all sides, killing us both, and I hang my head in defeat, although I still smile. I love this; it feels good to let go and not think of anything for a little while. It feels good to not have to think about how my brother is dead, how Nikolai killed him, or how I’m in love with him.

However, for some reason it doesn’t have the same effect it did a few weeks ago. A few weeks ago, I would’ve never been in his house, in his damn living room, playing my favorite game.

“Milla!” he exclaims, desperation in his voice. “Ugh, I can’t believe this shit.”

“Well, believe it, baby,” I smirk. “You suck.”

“We.” He laughs. “We. Suck.”

“I don’t think so.” He can’t tell me I suck, I’ve been playing this game for years. “I’m basically God, resuscitating you every five seconds.”

“Alright, calm down, queen of zombies.”

We both laugh at that, he’s so damn corny. I don’t care though, I haven’t felt this good in a long time. Ilya and Dmitri look at us from the other side of the couch, a three-piece sectional to fit all these big men, and they have smiles on their faces. Even the brooding Dmitri.

“She’s good, bro,” Dmitri says.

“She’s the boss of this,” Ilya chimes in.

“Alright, shut up, both of you.” He chuckles. “You’re acting like I suck, and it’s going to my heart.”

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