Page 108 of Viripotent

Whoever the fuck Yulia is has shit about me and it’s going to be a beautiful day when I rip her to fucking shreds.

Snot mixes with blood on the fucker’s face and he cries out in pain, spilling all his sins.

“I don’t anymore. I just got sent the video and told it was free.”

Disgust works its way through me. Even on the brink of death the fucker assigns no value to life talking about children like they’re a fucking commodity, a free fucking sample of chocolate in a grocery store.

The sick cunt.

Pipsqueak goes back to her game of cutting him and she cuts away the leg of his trousers so his nasty dick remains covered. Her brows come together, and she looks even younger as she taps the bloody flat of the blade to her chin and her fist twists as though she’s concentrating.

“What to do? What to do? Hmm.”

He starts screaming as I reach the table, so she’s obviously picked something to do.

Going through the different grains and acids, I’m stopped from my torture when the door opens. Expecting it to be Dima, my entire body freezes in confusion at my queen storming through with a face like thunder. She pauses, seeing the kid and anger has her fists balling until she turns around. They both look confused as fuck, obviously recognizing each other and Inessa gives the pipsqueak a name.

“Ana? What are you doing here?”

Rushing to Ana with worry, she holds her arms and gives her a physical once over.

“Did you find Nina?”she asks, with worry creasing her brows.

The kid is like a fucking phone book, she just holds random names and Inessa forgets I exist. Shooting Ronald in the leg to get her attention, her head snaps up with a warning. Fuck that, she’s my damn wife and my bratty queen. No one else gets her time when I’m in the same room. Even Viktor knows to always keep one side open or move so she’s always beside me.

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Inessa

My jealousy disappears when I see Ana, she’s angrier but I still ask after her little sister. She’d already been searching for years when she landed in Steorra eighteen months ago and my heart breaks for the little girl who has disappeared without a trace. Ignoring Vlad, I guide her away from whatever torture he’s forcing her to witness, and she relaxes slightly once we hit fresh air. It doesn’t last long when she sees Dima and shoots murder at him.

What the fuck have they done to the girl that she instantly hates them? Keeping her at my side, I act as a barrier between them, knowing Dima won’t barrel through me and she smiles softly.

“I haven’t found her. Yet. But I will.” Nodding without any conviction when I know the statistics, she changes the topic. “Have you been looking for me?”

I feel like shit knowing I gave up after a year of not finding anything and nod towards the warehouse doors.

“He’s my husband.”

I expect a curse or her to ask if I’m okay, instead she laughs and nearly falls into me from the force. Sobering up, apologylaces her words, and she pats my shoulder like I’m not already aware of Vlad’s flaws.

“You’re married to the world’s biggest dickhead.”

The urge to defend him is on the tip of my tongue but I don’t let it out. What can I say?

Oh, he’s not that bad. Yeah he’s a murderer and beats the shit out of anyone he doesn’t like. But he makes me laugh.

I’d sound like a crazy person. So, I deflect, knowing she has no fixed address and usually spends all night in a twenty-four-hour diner.

“Have you found somewhere to stay?”

She’s too guarded and there’s blood on her chin. It coats the white strands of her hair, and she lies.

“I’m staying with my friend, he lives here.”

I don’t want to insult her and fall silent. The door opens before I can fill the gap and the devil pokes his head out. Looking at Ana, he holds the door wider, and excitement fills her at the instruction.

“Go wild, pipsqueak.”

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