Page 102 of Savage Little Queen

Levin

I glaredat my father before leveling my gun on the forehead of the weeping man before me on his knees, the gag muffling most of the shit he was babbling at me.

Giving my old man a disgusted look, I turned back to the piece of shit before me, pleading for his life, and pulled the trigger. His blood splattered out of the hole in his skull. His body hit the floor with a loud thump, the blood pooling around him.

I tucked my gun back into my jacket.

“Happy?” I snapped at my old man.

He said nothing and stared down at the body before nodding his head. Men piled over and wrapped the corpse for disposal. Sighing, I followed my father out to the waiting car and got inside.

This was the sixth person I’d killed since going into the fold. This one had clear ties to Ivanov, so I didn’t mind putting a bullet into his head just on principle alone.

“You hesitate too much,” my old man said once the car started moving.

I said nothing, opting to let my head fall back against the leather seat of the SUV we were in. The driver had the partitionup, so it was just me and my father doing some good old family bonding.

It was the first time we’d actually been alone together since I’d gotten into the fold. Most of the trips were made with Alessio and Drake with us.

As much as I wasn’t a fan of Drake Petrov, I preferred him over my old man. At least he wasn’t constantly griping at me to shoot people faster.

“Stefan never hesitated,” he continued. “Not once.”

I opened my eyes and glared at him. “I’m not Stefan, and Stefan is dead.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Then honor him by being better at your job. Right now, he’d be disgusted by you just like I am.”

“Guess it’s something for me to work on. Thanks for the constructive criticism,” I snapped back.

It was too much.

He struck me so hard across the face that my ears rang, and my vision blurred.

I steadied my breathing and looked back at him, my mouth bloody from where I’d bitten my tongue from the impact. Vincent’s old man was a million times better than mine was. I had no idea why mine hated me as much as he did, but he sure as fuck enjoyed reminding me I wasn’t his golden child.

I swallowed the blood and wiped at my busted lip.

He simply glared at me and pulled his phone out. My phone had been busted the moment I’d stepped foot on the property. Apparently, so had Drake’s. We were forbidden to make communication with anyone but Matteo and his men. We were given new phones with tracking loaded onto them. I couldn’t even watch porn in the shitter without Matteo knowing about it.

I knew bumblebee and the guys had to be going crazy with worry. I fucking hated that they were, but I trusted Dom and the guys to keep our girl safe. While I didn’t have a fuck of a chanceat killing Matteo just yet, it was still my top priority. And if I got the chance, I’d take my old man out with him.

Matteo kept himself constantly in the company of Alessio, my father, and his other men. I had no access to him alone, and there was simply no way I’d be able to take everyone out without dying during it.

The depressing part of it all was that because I hadn’t found a way to kill the fucks yet, I was stuck here until I did. I was missing Bianca something awful. I didn’t even have a fucking photo of her to look at since my shit was smashed. Made me wish I was more like Vin and kept a photo of her in my wallet. But fuck, I didn’t think about it. I had her. I had my phone. Shit should have been fine.

After a long, silent ride, the SUV pulled into the palace parking lot. I stared out at the looming mansion and ground my teeth together.

“Why are we here?” I asked.

“We are being rewarded. You get rewarded with every hurdle you clear in the fold. Doesn’t Dominic do that for his men?” He opened the door and stepped into the night.

Fucking dick.

I followed him, my guts churning. I didn’t want to fucking be here. The palace housed women. Women who were taken and used for sex. Matteo liked to say a lot of them were there because they wanted to be, but I found it odd that he kept them locked up.

According to Alessio, though, he’d moved them from behind bars to nicer digs on the upper floors.

Didn’t fucking matter if he kept them in a golden castle. He’d wanted my girl here, and that shit alone made me want to set fire to every corner and watch it burn.

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