Page 58 of Bratva Butcher

In the end, I decided to top from the bottom.

We came to a stop. He might have been the one on top, but I was in charge. My arms were wound tightly around his neck, my legs around his torso in a textbook rear naked choke.

He struggled, but I held tight.

Dimitri appeared, his face dark and murderous, an axe in his hand. He swung hard, lodging it deep in Roger’s perfectly exposed chest in a brutally powerful swing.

Roger bellowed in agony, his whole body bucking above me. I let go and scrambled out from underneath him just as Dimitri took another swing. This one took his whole arm off, blood splattering everywhere, drenching Dimitri from head to toe, but that didn’t stop him or slow him down.

I watched as he hacked and hacked and hacked into Roger, not even stopping when the man was long dead. Arousal bloomed in my stomach.

The Butcher, ladies and gentlemen, had entered the building, and I was all fucking for it.

Nothing turned me on more than fighting and murder.

As much as I didn’t want to, I turned away and started making my way back to Lily. She wasn’t where I’d left her. She was curled up in a ball, clutching her chest and sobbing quietly only a few feet away. She must have been trying to get to Roger to help him, but it would have been impossible to do that quickly with the damage I’d caused to her knee.

I picked up the machete, kicked Lily onto her back and then swung hard, embedding the blade deep into her forehead. Her face, dirty and wet with tears, froze in a mixture of horror and pain before her entire body slumped to the ground.

The crowd released an ear-splitting, thunderous cheer, chanting, “Deadly Duo! Deadly Duo!” over and over again.

To be honest, I didn’t really mind the nickname. It kind of fit.

Dimitri stepped up to my side. I turned to look at him. Holding an axe, absolutely drenched in blood and gore, the man had never looked hotter.

“Your winners of round two of the Til Death Games! The Bratva Butcher and The Crimson Death!”

Chapter Nineteen

Dimitri Volkov

Istared at Autumn’ssleeping form, trying and failing to come to terms with what happened in that arena.

She saved me.

She actually put her own life at risk to save me from a potentially fatal blow. While we had initially agreed to keep an eye out and help each other in the arena, I hadn’t expected her to truly honor it… Because if the situation had been reversed, I would have let her die.

Not because I wanted to, but because Ineededto.

She was far too dangerous. Not only in the physical sense, but in her ability to make mefeelfor the first time in ten fucking years.

To make me laugh. Smile.

Horny.

And the thing that frustrated me the most was that I had no idea why she invoked those feelings in me.

“It’s because you like her.”

My gaze flicked to Yekaterina’s ghostly image, sitting next to me on my cot. This time, her appearance didn’t bring forth the same rush of emotions it usually did… Because of what she’d said.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, not bothering to quieten my voice. The only people down there were Autumn and myself. After we’d returned from our fight in the games, all the other prisoners were gone.

I was suspicious about it from the very start. Talon didn’t do anything unless it served a purpose. So, what was this one? Why were all the other cells empty? I feared I wouldn’t know the answer to that question until it was too late.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Dima.”

Did I?

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