Page 129 of Sinful Wrath

Igor laughs, bracing his hands on his thighs as he looks up at me.

“I’d be curious to see how you would fare taking over from your father. You have guts, I’ll give you that. If I wasn’t in such a hurry to take out the Koslovs, I’d have liked to have given you a few years at the top just to see what you could achieve.”

I keep my mouth shut about my brother back in Italy. Ihave no doubt that Igor is aware of Federico’s movements, but I refuse to remind him of the rightful heir to my father’s empire.

If my father survives, I don’t want him waking up to the news that both of his children have been murdered.

But it seems Igor doesn’t appreciate my silence from the way he pulls his hand back and slaps it across my cheek.

I hiss at the sting, though the pain is welcome.

It means I’m not dead.

Yet.

“I just gave you the highest compliment, ungrateful bitch.”

“You want a fucking thank you card?”

“I’d watch your tone, girl.”

“Or what? You gonna tie me to a chair? Oh wait, you already did that.”

“I could tie you to something much more fun.”

He must see the color drain from my face as a cruel smile tugs at his lips.

“So, I suggest you keep the snide remarks to a minimum.”

“Why? We both know you’re going to kill me anyway.”

“Not until Mikhail arrives. I want him to see the light drain from your eyes.” Igor gets to his feet. “So, how much you suffer is on him. I guess we’ll see how much he really cares about you.”

“Mikhail will kill you.”

Igor laughs. “You truly believe that?”

“Yes.”

“Whatever keeps your spirits up, sweetheart. It’s no fun torturing someone who’s already given up.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

Igor laughs again.

“Oh, we’ll have some fun, you and me.”

“What are you trying to achieve here? I’ve done nothing to you.”

“Oh, believe me, darling, you have.” His expression turns cold, but I refuse to back down.

“Whatever twisted game you’re playing with my father, it’s time you called it off. The Koslovs are my family now, and they don’t take lightly to having one of their own being kidnapped and tortured. They will come for you.”

“Why do you think I took you?” Igor tucks his hands into his pockets as he leans against the doorframe. “Iwantthe entire Koslov bratva to show up on my fucking doorstep so I can personally put a bullet between the eyes of each one of them as payback for what their father did to me.”

An image flashes in my mind of Mikhail lying in my arms as blood pours from his wounds, his dark eyes slowly losing that slight sparkle they get when he’s amused.

“T-they never knew until recently. They weren’t the ones who hurt you?—”

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