Page 10 of Kadra: The Unfeeling

Too bad I don’t ever plan to bring life into this ugly world.

“For you to fight till the end.” He empties his glass of bourbon before he puts it down. “Do that for me and I’ll take care of everything else.”

Fight till the end?

Why would he care?

But I don’t have time to ponder on that because time is ticking and my one day is almost here. I never thought Lorenzo would be the one I would bare my soul to but life does have a way of surprising you and psychopathic and narcissistic behavior aside, I know there’s no one else that would go through fire for all of them. Because as much as I find more common ground with Valentino, he is still a dreamer much like my sisters and I don’t need that right now. I need someone with his feet firmly planted on the ground. Someone who will make sure that when the time comes my wishes will be respected and my legacy will live on.

I don’t trust many people. I can count my allies on one hand but I know I can count on the Capo.

Now I just need him.

The boy who escaped the devil’s grip.

Buzz.

My phone vibrates inside my Gucci bag, pulling it out I open the incoming message.

Crow: He’s here.

It’s time.

My endgame is close.

At last.

All I need to do is survive long enough to see it through.

Chapter 3

VITALI

FATED

“No sin goes unpunished.” – V

Whimpers of fear sound in the background as I crack my knuckles, letting the fucker’s fear and agony wash over me. Ahhh. Nothing sounds better than the cry of the men and women who wrong me. It’s music to my ears. There’s just something about a grown man crying like a weak little bitch at my mercy that fuels my need to inflict more pain. The need to make them hurt until they break.

It thrills me to the point I find myself craving more.

More kills.

More pain.

More blood.

Just more.

I’m not a sociopath as most would think after learning just how much I enjoy my time down here in my torture chambers. My older brother, Vladimir, at one point wanted to have me tested after walking in on me forcing one of my victim’s balls down his throat.

I’m not a sociopath. Everyone who ends up here deserves it.

I don’t find pleasure in hurting the innocent and defenseless, no. Just the ones who get off on snuffing out the pure light inside of another human being. The ones who are rotten to the core and who only desire to tarnish everyone and everything they come across with.

Someone like the motherfucker currently chained to a pole in the middle of the room with blood dripping down his naked chest from fresh wounds. I used his body as a canvas and I made beautiful art if I must say so myself.

A sinister smile lifts my mouth when I notice the fucker’s jeans turn a darker color around his crotch area. He peed on himself.

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