Page 72 of Macon

My mind races, and before I can think, I blurt out, “Dominic is dead.”

Viktoriya’s eyes widen, and her face becomes enraged.

“What did you say?” Viktoriya asks through gritted teeth.

Oh God. What have I done?

Viktoriya moves within inches of me again. I can feel her breath on me when she growls, “What. Did. You. Just. Say?”

Scared for my life, I start to explain, “Your brother kidnapped Izzy to get back at Dominic. Your brother—”

Viktoriya cuts me off, “My brother—Kirill?”

I nod.

She motions with her hand for me to continue.

“Your brother brought Dominic there to show him. They got into a fight, and your brother killed—”

Viktoriya slaps me before I can finish, and she starts yelling in Russian. She moves away from me, throwing her hands in the air and talking to the two men in Russian.

God. Please don’t let her kill me. Please.

Viktoriya’s back is to me, and once she’s done giving instructions, the men leave the room. Viktoriya places her hands on her slender hips, tilting her head back to look up at the ceiling. She takes a couple of deep breaths, trying to compose herself before she turns back to me.

She takes a step, lifting her finger and pointing it at me. “Think very hard before you answer me, and this better be the truth, or I will slit your throat right here and now.”

I take a deep breath and nod.

“Are you sure it was my brother who killed my cousin?” I’m about to speak, but she holds her hand up. “And. How do you know this information? You were not there.”

When she lowers her hand and gives me a nod to speak, I clear my throat.

“I was around during that time DJing with the girls. Izzy finally told everyone what happened during the time she was taken.”

Viktoriya moves in close again. “So, you are saying Isabella Rogers saw the whole thing, and it was my brother, Kirill, who killed my cousin, Dominic?”

I nod. “Yes.”

Viktoriya stands there for a beat, watching me, waiting for a sign that I’m lying. When I don’t flinch, she moves away with speed.

Snapping her fingers at Mistress, she orders, “Do not touch her. Do not give her any more drugs. I’ll be back.”

Mistress steps forward. “Of course, printsessa.”

Viktoriya turns to face Mistress. “Do not say a word to anyone. Not even Peshkov or I will end you all. Do you understand?”

Mistress bows. “Yes, printsessa. You have my word.”

Viktoriya turns to me, pointing her perfectly manicured finger again. “Suka, you better be telling me the truth, or it will be the end of you too.”

And then she rushes out of the room.

Once she’s gone, everyone takes a deep breath.

Mistress starts to pace the room, speaking to herself in Russian.

No one says a word as we watch Mistress pace around.

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