Page 42 of Innocent Bratva Hostage

“Are you hurt?”

She bit her lips, hesitating. “Not so much. Luckily, you came on time to save me from that monster.”

All the anger from earlier returned in full force.

My nostrils flared, my muscles twitching. “I’ll kill that bastard for touching you.”

“No, Andrei—”

I signaled Dobryn to come over. “Take her outside. I still have some business with that sick Romanian asshole.” Cupping her face, I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “This won’t be pretty, look away.”

She opened her mouth to protest what she knew I was about to do, but before she could say a word, I’d already strutted across the warehouse, picking up the knife Gavril dropped earlier and marching up to the bastard who dared to lay a hand on my woman.

Gavril was bound at the center of the warehouse with his hands tied behind him the same way he’d done to Giselle,

My men had already roughened him up a bit, and he was a whimpering, swollen, and bloody mess right now.

It wasn’t enough for me, though. He deserved more for daring to touch what was mine.

I thought of how scared Giselle must’ve been, the pain she must’ve felt when he hit her, and that was enough to unleash the beast inside me.

“If you wanted to run, you shouldn’t have let me catch you,” I said, my tone even and dangerous. “What you’re about to face will be worse than death.”

His swollen lips curled into a smirk. “Wow, wow, wow. What do we have here?” He glared at me, his gaze filled with condescension. “If it isn’t the little Yezhov cub.”

My fingers flexed on the blade. “I see you’re a man of many words, Gavril.” I pressed the blade to his lips. “I should start with your tongue, but it’ll be a shame not to hear your screams.”

“You should, or you might regret it.” His gaze fleeted to Giselle. “I regret not doing the same to that bitch. Tell me, Yezhov, did you stick your cock in that whore? If so, I wonder why she ran from you. Maybe it’s too tiny for—”

I slashed the blade across his face before he could finish his sentence.

He let out a whimper, useless rage gleaming in his eyes as his blood trailed down his face. “You should choose your next words very carefully,” I warned, crouching next to him. “The less nonsense you say, the quicker I’ll send you to hell.”

He spat blood onto the concrete floor, his chest heaving with each breath. “Fuck you, Yezhov. You think you’ve won? More rivals will come after you. Guess I’ll see you in hell soon enough.”

“You should save a room for me then.” I straightened up, shrugged off my suit jacket, and tossed it to one of my men; thenI rolled up my sleeves. “For now, I’ll focus on giving you a warm send-off.” Holding a hand over my shoulder, I yelled, “Spanner!”

One of my men stepped forward and handed me a spanner. Two more men held Gavril’s jaw open.

“This is for calling her a whore.” I hooked the spanner on one of his front teeth and yanked it out.

Gavril’s scream echoed across the warehouse. He struggled against his bonds, cursing in Romanian.

“Ubludok.”

I knew what that one meant:bastard.

I flicked his blood off my fingers in disgust. “Her name is Giselle, and you don’t deserve to say that name. You don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her,” I growled as I pulled out a second tooth.

His cries grew louder with each tooth. I didn’t stop until a total of six bloody stubs were lying on the floor.

Gavril whimpered, his breath jagged and strained. “Kill me,” he muttered. “Kill me and get this over with.”

A slow smile formed on my lips. “Not so fast.” I tossed the spanner to the ground and picked up the blade again. “We’re just getting started.”

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By the time I was done with Gavril, I was covered in splatters of his blood. My crisp white shirt was splattered with bloodstains, and I was wiping some of the blood running down my arms with a towel.

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