Page 134 of Viripotent

He’s a child and shouldn’t even have the capability of knowing what’s going on, never mind giving an order.

My tears run together as I wipe my cheek, but Val removes his emotions from his vocal cords.

“Você sabe onde está?”

There’s no echo of Val’s horrible Portuguese, but it’s enough for Viktor to find a way to answer. Pretending to be afraid, he acts far beyond his years.

“I know you won’t come for us, it’s okay. I left my bike near the pool. And my three favorite cars are under my pillow. Can you put them with my other toys?”

Whatever the bullshit answer means has Val relaxing, and the phone is snatched from Viktor’s hand as he screams, “Don’t touch me!”

There’s a sound of a slap, but it’s further away, and Dani’s voice is muffled in the background.

Any ease that comes over Val is chased away, and he ends the call to stop his rage from being heard. I’m abruptly moved to the side as he gets a second wind and trashes an already destroyed room. I’m a useless audience stood waiting for anything to guide me on how to help.

He manages to calm himself down physically, but his chest is moving too fast, and I’ve never heard someone breathe aggressively until right now. Every movement is mechanical as Val lifts the phone to his ear and sounds like Vlad.

“He’s with the MC, their property on the river. There are three of the cunts with him, and he’s in a basement but can see the road.”

I don’t know where he pulled that information from when Viktor only spoke about his toys, but it meant something. Remembering I’m standing here, he ends the call and gets rid of my confusion.

“Vlad’s paranoid ass is good for something.”

Not adding anything more, he storms off, nearly forgetting his shoes.

I’ve never been fully alone in the house before. It’s too quiet, and I wish I was like Katya and Ana. Instead, I’m sitting here waiting, not knowing what the fuck is happening. Trying to move through the destruction, my foot stings, and I lift it carefully. There’s glass everywhere, little shards digging into my feet, and I lay the sofa cushions over them so I can get my shoes.

Making sure all the floors are alarmed but the ground floor, so I don’t trip it, I clean up, so Viktor doesn’t see anything when he comes home. Vlad won’t let him be anywhere else, and Val will tear apart anyone who so much as looks at his son. The silence is deafening. It’s like the soul of the home has been ripped away, and there are only two guards standing beside the doors.

Something sinister snakes up my spine, and my nape prickles like I’m being watched. Standing straighter on alert, there’s a boom that rocks the foundations and blinds me. There’s no heat, but the sound and lights fuck with my senses. My body reacts on some survival instinct, making me fold in half and cover my head. The echo in my ears distorts everything, and the flashing doesn’t stop, no matter how tightly I shut my eyes.

It all fogs my senses as though they’re being attacked and something cool presses into my neck. My hand moves and brushes leather as I’m pulled up by my hair against a body I don’t recognize.

Letting my body go limp so they lean forward, I aim my head back where their nose should be. Whoever is grabbing me isn’t going to take me on vacation. They’re a twisted fuck and want to cause maximum damage. My senses haven’t adjusted from whatever exploded, and a dirty cloth is stuffed into my mouth, making me choke. Any sight I regained is cut off, and my arms are bound before it all stops.

FIFTY

Vlad

Viktor isn’t crying, he’s angry and covered in blood. He fights back as I try to lift him into his dad’s arms through the dirty ass-basement window. I have to shake his shoulders to get him to calm the fuck down and focus. When he looks at me, I keep my voice low, so the other fuckers don’t hear.

“Go with your dad. You have to listen to a Vor, remember.”

He’s still pissed, but nods once and stops fucking fighting me, so I can push him through the small window. Dani whimpers as I lift her, but she’s strong, stopping any other sounds leaving.

I relax, knowing they’re safe, and my smile comes out at the fun I’m about to have. It dims when Vitali tries to climb down, and I grab his bad knee, watching him wince.

“Go with them, Inessa is alone, and he’s going to be busy.”

He’s a stubborn fuck and tries to push his weight down, and my voice is deadly.

“You’re injured.”

I might as well have called him inept with the tone, but I won’t be able to fucking focus if I’m watching out for him.

Finally moving back up, he disappears into the night as the sounds of Ana’s strip tease continues. For someone who looks the way she does, her idea worked, and she’s distracted the fuckers long enough. Humming in my head, I take easy steps and slip into the crowd of leather with only shorts and boots on. The narrow hallway is dim, allowing me to blend in, and it fucking stinks. Stale alcohol and ash, just like my childhood.

I don’t even have a gun, but the first scream cuts through the music with all the blood on my skin from the two dumb fucks they left to guard my nephew and whatever relation Dani is classed as since Vitali adopted her. Holding my arms wide, my lips move up, following the same trajectory.

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