Page 47 of The Bratva's Forbidden Pregnancy

“What are our orders?” Sergei asked me.

“Round them, beat some sense into them, and educate them on who owns this turf. Let them learn the hard way,” I said. “Go easy on them, though, since they haven’t really overstepped yet. Let’s just assume they don't know about us.”

He nodded.

“But if they want to be gangster so bad, see if there’s any of them that can be useful and bring them into the fold,” I added. “Anything else?”

“Well, there’s something else that I think you should know about,” he said.

“What’s that?” I asked, but honestly, I wasn’t really interested; I just needed to get this over and done with.

“A Silver Serpent who kidnapped and raped a daughter of one of our own,” he answered.

The Silver Serpents were a criminal organization known for their ruthlessness. I’d heard about them, and I also knew that Maksim had put them in their place a few years ago.

“She’s just thirteen, Boss—the girl he raped,” Sergei added.

Now, I was pissed, suddenly interested in meeting this rapist-slash-pedophile. My fists clenched, and I felt a wave of anger wash over me. “Take me to him.”

“Gladly,” Sergei said and got out of his chair.

He led me to the basement where the man was tied up, both hands over his head, bound by a chain connected to the rafters. His face was swollen, and his eyes were barely open.

As I walked in, the men standing guard slightly bowed their heads in reverence, but my gaze was fixed on the man hanging in the middle of the dimly lit room with only the tip of his toes brushing against the floor. He looked exhausted, worn out from all the beatings he took.

I stood before him with gritted teeth as he struggled to breathe. He had the guts to go after a daughter of one of the members of the Wolkov Bratva; wrong move.

“How did it feel taking advantage of that poor girl?” I asked him.

He managed to raise his head, and the moment he saw me, his body jerked in fear as though he recognized me. “Oh, God,” he whispered softly, his voice laced with fear. “It’s you.”

He looked terror-stricken, like he’d seen the devil, and that was who I was at the moment: the devil whose path he’d crossed. “I swear to you, I didn’t know who she was at the time. Please, show mercy,” he pleaded, shedding tears.

“She was thirteen,” I said. “Did you know?”

He swallowed hard, shaking his head as he muttered words that were inaudible.

“Take off his pants,” I instructed.

“What?” His eyes widened in fear.

My men, without hesitation, rushed at him, and one of them stripped him naked from the waist down.

He was protesting, struggling, but to no avail.

“What are you going to do to me?” His voice shuddered, overwhelmed with fear of the unknown.

I stretched out a hand, and a dagger was placed in my palm.

“No, no, no, no, no!” The words came out of his bloody mouth in a nervous rush. His eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of their sockets. “Please, don’t…don’t do this. I’m begging you. I’m sorry—I’ll never do it again; I promise.” His voice grew higher the closer I drew to him.

“I know,” I replied, halting before him. “That’s because I’ll make sure of that.” I seized his cock, squeezing on his balls.

His screams pierced the air, and the room was filled with his pleas for mercy. I was certain that the poor girl must have screamed and begged him to stop, as well, but he’d had his way with her anyway. Why, then, should I show him mercy?

I looked him dead in the eye, and he knew that my mind was made up. The words coming out of his mouth produced no sound, and tears filled his eyes, but I was unphased by all that.

With one precise slice, I cut his cock off, dismembering it from his groin.

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