Page 67 of Twisted Kings

And more to the point, there was no fucking way on this planet I needed to spend another Christmas with my pedo stepmother.

She was lucky she wasn’t dead after last year’s bullshit.

12 months earlier

“I’ve been waiting for you, lyubimyy,” Ekaterina said in a husky voice when I strolled into my bedroom, drunk as a skunk.

Vodka sloshed around in my stomach as I stared at my naked step-mom, lying on my bed, her legs spread and her tits perched like beach balls on her chest. How my father found her attractive was beyond me. The woman was faker than the cheap Gucci handbags Ivan Kovic flogged to babushkas down in the local market.

“Get out.” Ekaterina just smiled. She wasn’t going anywhere willingly. I grabbed her ankle and yanked her off the bed, enjoying the way she squealed when her head hit the floor.

“I’ll tell your father!” she shrieked in rage. “Tell him you tried to seduce me, his beloved wife!”

I snapped. Years of her bullshit finally broke me. I’d been 14 when she first laid her hands on me. Small touches at first. Welcome touches for a kid starved of physical affection. It soon progressed. By the time I was 16, she’d taken my virginity.

At first, I loved it. The thrill of fucking a woman, someone who knew what she wanted and would do anything I asked. All my fantasies brought to life. But it wasn’t long before she grew more demanding. And jealous of any other female I showed an interest in.

When I started seeing a local girl, Irina, Ekaterina went nuclear. Threatened to tell my father I’d raped her. Then, when I refused to take her seriously, she targeted Irina.

Irina and her family perished in a fire a week later.

Although I could never prove it, I knew the whore was responsible. The small smirks and subtle jibes when Dad wasn’taround cemented my suspicions. When I confronted her, she just laughed.

“I did you a favor. You’re a bratva heir. A girl like that was never for you.” Ekaterina sniffed contemptuously. “A common little whore, from peasant stock.”

“If you touch me again, I’ll kill you.”

She turned pale and backed off for a while, but it wasn’t long before it started again. The touches, comments, and constant messaging.

Dad was oblivious. He thought the sun shone out of her ass, which was baffling to me. He’d always been an astute man. Cunning. But Ekaterina arrived not long after my mom passed. I strongly suspected she saw an opening and grabbed it with both hands.

The bitch was nothing if not manipulative.

By the time I found her in my room, naked, last Christmas, I’d had enough. The fact she was in my room told me she’d dropped a pill in Dad’s drink. It was her favorite ploy. The old bastard had no fucking idea his beloved wife had been drugging him for months.

I’d have laughed if I wasn’t so disgusted, and it was becoming increasingly clear to me he had lost his edge. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed.

There were rumbles of discontent among a few of the men. People were unhappy about Ekaterina’s influence. It was almost time for me to step up, but not yet. I wasn’t quite ready.

I was ready, however, to put an end to Ekaterina’s bullshit.

She squealed louder still when I dragged her across the floor by her hair. None of the servants came running. They all hated the bitch. She tried to scratch me with long, acrylic nails, but it was like swatting a mosquito.

“Your father will kill you,” she sneered when we reached the bedroom door. Anton stood outside. He glanced at me and then Ekaterina.

“Need me to deal with her?” He showed no emotion whatsoever.

“Nope, she’s my problem tonight.”

The alcohol buzz had long since faded. Our mansion was half empty, the guests long gone, with a only few glasses left strewn around the hallway as I dragged a screaming Ekaterina outside into the snow.

If I left her here, she’d likely freeze to death. It was a tempting thought.

“Last chance, cyka. Leave me the fuck alone or you die. Are we clear?” I loomed over her and she whimpered. What had I seen in her? It was hard to remember now.

All I’d wanted was some affection, but she took and took, and then took some more. Groomed a vulnerable boy, manipulated him. She was pure evil.

“We could be good together. Powerful!” She clung to my leg, her skin turning blue from cold. “Let me rule by your side. Your father is weak, old, but you…” Her eyes raked over my chest, sinking lower, lingering on my dick. “You’re strong, virile.” The way she licked her lips made my skin crawl. “Everything a pakhan should be.”

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