Page 44 of Kaid's Empire

“What a day.” I sigh humorously.

“You will never be left unprotected again, I am never letting you out of my sight,” he states, kissing the top of my head.

Thirty-One

Kaid

It’s not going to be easy to leave Theia, she hasn’t been dealing well with what happened. I called Allegra to come and sit with her while I see to Vitali.

He needs to be dealt with, but I need to make it slow and painful. For years, him and his father has caused the Bratva a headache, then he went too far.

“Kroschka, I need to go see to something,” I whisper softly as she lays on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket. She turns and looks at me.

“You’re going to see him?” she asks.

I nod, stroking the hair from her face. “Yes, he needs to pay.”

“You're going to kill him?” she asks, her voice wavering.

“Not today, but he needs to pay for what he's done,” I seethe, trying to keep my anger locked tight.

“Make him suffer,” she says softly. “Make him pay.” I nod, and leaning down, I kiss her forehead.

“For you, Kroschka, I plan on causing him so much pain. He will be begging me to kill him,” I promise.

Allegra walks in––her eyes soft and caring. She places her bag down. “My sweet girl… Now, I have Magic Mike, four different bags of chocolate, and a bottle of wine.”

Theia sits up and gives Allegra a small smile. I lean and kiss Allegra’s cheek. “Thank you,” I whisper before I leave.

Mikhail rides with me––we have Vitali held up in my villa. “Bodies?” I ask.

“Disposed late last night, no evidence, no one saw, and they will never be found,” he answers.

“Good. I made a promise to the prince that there would be no mess on his doorstep, and as I've broken that part of the deal, we need to keep it clean and make sure none of this makes its way to the prince,” I state.

“How is she today?” Mikhail asks.

I sigh. “She is okay, not sleeping but she's okay. I will apologise now, Mikhail, I will not be making clean up easy for the soldiers. For what I have planned for him will be painful and messy.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less, boss.” He nods.

Once we arrive at the villa, I waste no time. Ignoring greeting the soldiers, I make my way straight down the steps to the basement. The smell of blood and piss fills the air. I flick the switch on the extractor––something I wish my father would have invested in when he introduced me to this part of the job. He said I would get used to the smell, but I never have, it’s not something anyone should get used to.

I flick on the bright fluorescent lights, illuminating the room. Vitali groans––his face is black and blue from being hit multiple times.

“Who has been down here taking fucking punches at him?” I yell. “You were under orders to not touch him. Any pain he receives will be from my fucking hand,” I bark.

I remove my suit jacket and start rolling up my shirt sleeves. “Good morning, Vitali. It is another beautiful morning outside, the sun is shining, and the birds are singing,” I sing, opening up my tool cabinet.

“I didn’t think you were a morning person?” he wheezes.

“Well, normally I'm not, but today I get to play with you, and that kind of excitement I just cannot contain.” I smile.

I pull out my locking pliers, holding them up to show Vitali. “I think we should start small,” I state.

“Fuck you,” he spits.

“Don’t be like that, you will ruin it for me,” I mock as I crouch down. Mikhail hold’s Vitali’s foot. “Do you know my mother used to sing this little song? You must know it; your mother would have sung it to you too. This little piggy went to market,” I start to sing all the way to the little toe. Then I pause. “Oh wait, your mother never would have sang this to you because she was a crack head whore.” I laugh and cut off his little toe. Vitali screams in pain. I stand, smiling, and grab his hand, cutting not one but two of his fingers off each hand. His screams ring out, echoing off the concrete walls, and it’s like music to my ears.

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