Page 106 of Viripotent

Pipsqueak’s quick to correct his insult and has a knife at his throat before he can counteract the move. Her eyes narrow, but there’s no life in the hue as she insults him.

“Most people say hello, you rude fucking ogre.”

I take the knife from my newest recruit and close it before putting it in my own pocket.

“Sit the fuck down.”

She doesn’t move and I decide I’ll put her under Valentin. It’s his punishment for having tantrums all the fucking time. Dima is a former street kid, but he controls himself and grumbles towards our new whatever the fuck she is.

“What’s her name?”

My lips twitch, giving the same answer and she tries to hide her laugh.

“Khuy tebe.”

He shakes his head and starts driving as the kid talks to herself. No sound leaves her, but her lips move, letting small pops fill the air. Viktor used to do it when he was younger, make the smallest popping noises by pretending to be a fish. But she isn’t doing the same movements, it looks like she’s saying words. The sound is irritating as fuck and Dima tenses with each small pop of air. His eyes narrow as they flick between the dark road on our drive to the warehouse to the weird kid through the mirror.

There’s a twisted smile on my face as we reach the warehouse. I get out as Dima hits the switch and grab Ronald, stupid fucking name, I let the fucker’s head bounce on the concrete as I drag him out by his ankle. Pipsqueak laughs and Dima goes still, a crease forming between his brows as he looks between the two of us and shakes whatever thought he’s havingaway. He gets out and comes to my side as the kid dawdles after us. His voice is low, and I nearly drop the fucker I’m going to torture.

“How close are you?”

He looks from me to the little murderer behind us.

I know what he’s asking and my hand itches to wrap around his neck.

“She’s a kid and I’m fucking married.”

I gave Inessa my loyalty in return for hers, I’m not going to fucking tarnish it when I know she’s crazy enough to do something stupid. Then I’d have to fucking kill everyone she allowed to touch her and knowing my wife she’d pick weak cunts just to fuck with me further.

We continue walking into the warehouse, the steel door clangs, and the lights hum as soon as we step inside. Anastasia has already set up everything that we’ll need before completing her own secret project. Dumping Ronald in the middle of the concrete that’s been covered with plastic, I straighten and remove my mask.

“Are you going to kill him?”

For fuck’s sake, the kid doesn’t shut the fuck up asking obvious fucking questions. My monotone response has her rolling her eyes, showing her age.

“No, I’m going to pamper him. Look around at the spa.”

She mumbles something under her breath and moves out of the fucking way for once as she stands beside Dima. Looking up at him, she tilts her head to the side, and I leave her to annoy the fuck out of him with her charming personality.

“Why do you look like that?” she asks him.

Hooking Ronald to the ceiling, I push against his legs as I raise the chain and he spins, like a little ballerina.Dima’s grumble fills the room and pipsqueak copies it before insulting him again.

“Yeah that’s not words. And you kind of look like you need to take a shit, you shouldn’t wait, it’s bad for your health.”

The human repeller has Dima leaving before the fucker has even woken up. She sighs to herself and lowers to the floor with her legs crossed. Leaving the syringe for the moment, I ignore the fact she’s acting like a fucking toddler and my voice is deadly.

“How old are you?”

She shrugs and leans back on her palms being cryptic as fuck.

“Young enough to make mistakes, but old enough to know better.”

I’m going to have fun killing her, it will be satisfying as fuck to see her dead eyes and not hear whatever bullshit she comes out with.Her eyes are already halfway lifeless so it will be an improvement.

She copies me as I cross my arms over my chest, and she doesn’t react to the look I know promises the murder I’m planning.

“Where did you come from?” I ask.

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