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I aim the gun at Grigoriy’s head. “I told you to fucking stop.”

Finally, his hips stop moving and he backs away. Vadim falls to one side, coughing and choking. I have no sympathy for the man. Serves him right. Grigoriy’s disgusting thing is red and so swollen it looks painful. His hips give a little jerk and I realize he’s still fucking, but just air. His cock leaks, and he groans. I stare at him in disgust. He’s nothing but an animal.

My hands are shaking like crazy, but I keep the gun level.

“Okay, Duchess, you stopped it. We’ll take it from here.” Tino touches my wrist, but I jerk out of his touch.

“No.” I step right up to Grigoriy, who still has his disgusting snake hanging out of his pants.

“You want to suck my cock, Kitten?” Grigory snarls. “It would look perfect shoved down your throat.” He looks at me and laughs. “I know deep down you wanted me. Wanted a real man to fuck your holes. What a fucking waste.”

He knows he’s dead now no matter what, and he’s lost all inhibitions.

“I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last man left alive. I’d crawl through a tunnel of shit to get away from you. You’re pathetic. Nothing.” His cock deflates as I speak. “You’re a pale imitation of a human being, and you lost it all. Everything. Most of all, you lost your son.”

I step back, and with the gun steady now, I stare in his eyes. “When I pull this trigger, Tino will get a lovely photo of you with your pants down, your cock all pathetic and shriveled and that’s what will be your legacy. That’s what your men will see. You will be a joke. A seedy little punchline. And you deserve every damn minute of it.”

I aim, close my eyes, breathe, and squeeze.

Chapter 16

Domenic

Boom.

I jump even though I was waiting for it.

Fuck me, she did it. Our Duchess just shot the head off the Stepanov Bratva, one of the most feared men in the world.

He hits the wall behind him, a large chunk of his skull, brains, and blood splattering the brickwork, and slowly slides to the floor. He lands in a slump, his chin to chest, leaving a smear of more blood behind him.

The gun clatters from Mack’s fingers, and she spins away from him and vomits onto the floor. I don’t know if it’s a result of what she’s just done, the sight of all the gore, or because of the seizure she’s only just had, but I go to her. I hold her hair out of the way and rub her back as she heaves. She’s shaking all over.

“Oh, my God. I just killed Kirill’s father. Oh, fuck. Oh, Christ.”

“It’s okay. Here. Sit down.”

But she shakes her head. “No. I want to get out of here. I don’t want to spend a single second longer than I have to in this place.”

I glance over at Tino, who nods.

“Okay, let’s get out of here.”

My arm is around Mackenzie’s waist, and I try to guide her, but she pulls back on me.

“No, wait,” she says. “I know what I said, but there’s one thing I need to do.”

To my surprise, she slips out of my grip and goes back to Grigoriy’s body. She crouches and does something that’s hidden from my view, and then stands again.

“Okay?” I ask her.

She nods. “Let’s get the fuck out of this hellhole.”

I scoop up my t-shirt, and pull it down over her head, so it covers the top part of that hideous, and now blood-spattered, wedding dress. Tino picks up his sweatshirt and puts it back on too.

The gunshot has drawn Tino’s men back down into the basement, clearly wanting to check we still have the upper hand.

Tino addresses Leon. “Take the two surviving assholes with you, and then torch the place—any vehicles you find, too.”

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