Page 43 of The Ripper

A truce with his family was the reason I was away from my Snezhinka for a month, and now he was basically pissing all over it. And for what? Ten million? The motherfucker wiped his ass with that sum.

Alas, if I had to die tonight, at least I’d held her once.

~ You’re not dying, you moron.

I casually entered the room, wondering where the hell were the reinforcements my father sent. His eyes set on me, a surprised grin on his face, while a dozen guns pointed at me at once.

“Grimm, piacere di rivederti,” he laughed, stepping away from my brother.

“Cut the shit,” I said, drawing my knife as I walked towards him.

A warning shot was fired, making me stop in my tracks.

“Very well,” his face turned serious. “I hear you’ve been busy killing people who owed me.”

“He fucked with what’s mine,” I gritted my teeth.

“I understand, but see, you fucked with what’s mine when you killed him.”

“I’ll give you the amount he owed, plus another million for the inconvenience.”

He grinned as my eyes fell on Klaus, who was losing more blood by the second and appeared to be unconscious, but at least the knife was still in the wound.

“Oh, Dio, she must be something special if she made the Ripper so… docile,” he chuckled.

~ Docile? Did he just call me docile?

“How do you know it’s a she?” I rolled my eyes, and he grinned as he lazily stepped closer to me.

“A woman is the only thing that can make men like us kneel, Grimm,” he chuckled.

~ Slice his throat.

I refrained from punching the side of my head as I faked a yawn, not wanting Volta to know about Arella’s existence.

“Do we have a deal or not, Volta?” I asked calmly, already imagining all the torture I was going to inflict on the reinforcements that seemed to have stopped for a smoke on the way.

~ Why aren’t we torturing this guy? He called me docile.

~ Shut it.

“Deal,” he waved his men off, seemingly bored with the whole situation. “I must say, I didn’t expect you to be so reasonable.”

I rolled my eyes as he held out his hand, but I shook it out of necessity.

“Eleven million in cash,” he said as he took out a notepad and wrote something down. “Drop it off at this address by Friday morning.”

“Fine,” I gritted my teeth, my eyes fixed on my brother.

“He’ll survive,” he rolled his eyes. “I was careful not to touch any vital organs, since I didn’t want to ruin the truce our families worked so hard for,” he turned to leave, and I walked towards Klaus.

“Ripper…”

~ Oh, for fuck’s sake, what now?

“What?” I half-turned my head towards him.

“Don’t cross me, because next time I’ll pay a visit to that pretty doctor of yours,” a sadistic smile spread across his lips. “She seems…” he paused and licked his lips, “… utterly delicious.”

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