Page 46 of Kaid's Empire

I planned on slitting his throat, letting the final part of his death be slow, but as she's with me, I will shoot him, making it cleaner and easier for her to witness. I pull out my gun and aim it at Vitali, and the fucker laughs. “You’ve gone soft, giving me the easy way out.”

I grit my teeth, ready to kill him, but Theia places her hand on my arm. “Kill him how you were planning on killing him, don’t change it for me,” she states.

“Kroschka, I don’t think––” I start but she stops me.

“Kill him how he deserves to die.” She nods before stepping back. I look to Mikhail and he nods. I put away the gun and pull out my knife. I don’t waste time, not wanting her in here a minute longer. I move quickly, slicing the blade across his throat. He gargles, struggling to breathe as he chokes on his own blood.

I take Theia’s hand in mine and lead her back up the stairs and back out to the car. She doesn’t say anything, just stares straight ahead.

“Kroschka, say something,” I plead. She turns to look at me, tears falling freely down her face. “Fuck.” I panic.

She smiles and shakes her head. “I'm okay. I feel… relieved, free. I needed that, I needed closure. He can’t come back and hurt me, or you. I needed that.”

I sigh, relieved, and I pull her onto my lap and kiss her. “My Kroschka,” I growl.

Thirty-Three

Theia

It’s been three weeks since I watched Kaid kill Vitali, and what surprises me the most is how unfazed I've been about it. Since watching the life drain away from his eyes, I've slept better. I don’t have nightmares and I feel like a weight has been lifted. Maybe I was made to be with a mafia boss after all?

I'm packing my suitcase, ready to leave Monaco. I am gutted to be leaving, but I know Kaid needs to go back to Russia. “Kroschka, you will not need a bikini back in Russia, it is below freezing.” He laughs.

“I might want to go for a swim in an indoor pool,” I defend.

“Yes, I have a pool, and if you go swimming in there, you will be naked. You will not need a bikini,” he states, standing behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist, nipping my ear.

“I don’t want people seeing me swim naked,” I point out.

“No one will see you naked but me.” He growls, nipping along my neck.

I sigh. Even with how things went down, I will miss Monaco––the warm sun, the beautiful scenery, and the memories of meeting Kaid.

“Don’t take too long packing, our flight leaves in three hours,” he orders, slapping my behind as he leaves.

I finish packing then go in search of him. I find him sat in his office, the endless amount monitors showing various points around the hotel. I shake my head. “You know you're secretly a pervert… you were watching me, and that is creepy,” I point out.

“I was merely doing research in getting to know you, seeing what you liked, what you enjoyed,” he defends.

“Hmm, nothing to do with watching me dress or watching me pleasure myself,” I state, sitting on his desk in front of him.

“That was art, it was beautiful to watch. Tell me, Kroschka, were you thinking of me while you pleasured yourself?” he asks, his hands sliding up my thighs.

“Maybe I was or maybe I wasn’t, that is something that will stay personal to me,” I tease, knowing he won’t like the thought of me getting off thinking of another man.

He stands abruptly, his hand going to my throat––something I have definitely come to love. “Kroschka, who do you belong to?” he asks.

I bite my bottom lip. “You.”

He growls and crashes his mouth down on mine, kissing me passionately, his tongue stroking mine. There's a tap on the door and Kaid breaks the kiss.

“Sorry, boss, but the car is here to take you to the airport.” Mikhail smiles.

“We are ready.” Kaid nods to Mikhail who nods and leaves. “Tell me, Kroschka, have you ever joined the mile high club?”

My eyes light up. “I have not.”

“Well, I have an exclusive invite for you today.” He winks teasingly. I laugh and jump down off his desk.

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