Page 2 of Viripotent

I go straight to the bar, and I don’t turn as I gauge how badly he’s fucked up.

“How much do I need to drink before you’re ready?”

Holding the decanter, I set two tumblers down and gently pour while looking for him to give a signal to stop. Still not a fucking peep, and I’ve filled one to the brim.

“Fuck it, I’m not wasting liquor. You can start.”

Taking a sip of the ice-cold vodka, he moves from foot to foot and speaks slowly.

“I can’t get to the Kadare’s anymore.”

Both my brothers are useless. How difficult can it be to get your dick up? They fuck anything that moves, but become picky now when it’s important.

“And why can’t you?”

Rolling my hand, he looks to Valentin for help like I’m not here asking a question.

I can deal with whatever the fuck he does. I’ll let my brothers run and give them whatever they need. It’s the reason I’m stuck with the Bratva’s icy princess when she was supposed to be Val’s bride. But this shit pisses me off, and I drop the tumbler, getting his attention back. It makes Vitali rush out, pointing blame where it doesn’t belong.

“Because of what you did.”

There’s no anger in his features and piggy in the middle joins in, coming to his defense like I’m going to attack.

“They think you helped plan what happened to one of their women. Obviously, he isn’t going to be able to get close to her.”

Valentin’s tantrums have begun, and I lean back against the bar. There’s nothing but disgust staring back at me, and I nod, taking a sip again. Spinning the crystal against the bar top, there’s only open curiosity in my question, “What do you think, Valyusha?”

I’ve given everything to these shits. His resentments were supposed to be a teenage phase, not carry into his twenties with more fire.They’ve refused to keep their diminutive names, anything that reminds them of our parents, but he doesn’t correct me.

He forgets who he’s speaking to as he allows his thoughts free. “I think you wouldn’t give a fuck even if you knew, but you aren’t lying.”

I believe in fair fights, not drugging and raping women without them having the tools to fucking defend themselves. There’s no honor to be found in a weak opponent. It makes you a little bitch searching for an ego boost. Gathering steam, he doesn’t hold back, moving closer.

“You’ve pimped your own fucking brothers out for power, so I know you’d do anything. What’s a random woman in comparison?”

His word choice has my hand flying out, and I pull him closer, holding his shirt. Face to face, his revulsion is nothing against my righteous anger. My tone hardens, and I don’t look away from his eyes as I force my features to remain relaxed.

“You’ve fucked your way through the city since you found out your dick isn’t just for pissing. If I’m whoring you out, you owe me a fuck ton of money, dear brother.”

Pushing him away before I kill the fucker, he recovers, stepping closer of his own accord.

“You gave us assignments, told us to fuck them until they’re wrapped around our dicks. What the fuck do you call that?!”

Vitali moves closer, trying to ease the situation and pull the raging idiot away, but he shrugs him away, looking me up and down.

“What have you been doing? Just fucking sat here plotting, moving people around like chess pieces.”

Taking a calming breath doesn’t work, and I hold each of their shoulders like they’re children again because they seem to miss everything. “You already had a way in with Alessi and Kadare. Do you think I chose to marry out of love or some other bullshit? Mikhailovya is the piece for both the Bratva and Verelli.”

I don’t tell them more than they need to know or how Valentin’s dick forced me to change my plans once already.

He doesn’t calm down, but Vitya sees reason. Ignoring the idiot in the middle, he makes his own decision, showing usefulness isn’t applied in chronological order.

“I’ll try calling her. She’s soft and kind-hearted. I’ll make some shit up about you bitching at me.” Tapping away on his phone, he leaves the scene of Valentin’s tantrum.

I don’t look up, and my boredom shows in my voice as I check the time. “Have you got it all out of your system now?”

He shakes his head, his lips curling up as he spews shit he has no knowledge of. “Your thirst for power is going to be your downfall.”

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