Page 68 of Viripotent

My fingers automatically loosen with the evidence he has of me killing the Moscow Pakhan’s brother. It gives him enough room to croak out more bullshit.

“I allowed your mistake once as my son, and she m?—”

My hand instantly tightens, his face turning red as my blood roars in my ears.

“Notyouranything. She is mine. They’re all fucking mine.”

I send a silent apology to Vanya for this cunt even attempting to act like she meant anything to him. It doesn’t calm me, and I have to remind myself of my list, of what I need to complete, to wipe the stain of her being taken away from me away. I can’t be careless. I’ll achieve everything I have ever wanted in less than a year. I drop him and turn before I can lose my control.

My brothers are still sat at the table, and they don’t bat an eyelid as I go back to my seat. Valentin looks at my knuckles, then my shirt, before being petulant and sliding Vitali a rolled-up stack of hundreds. He brings his tumbler up and looks at me through the corner of his eyes, clueing me into their game.

“You lost me ten grand by not killing the prick.”

Vitali pockets his winnings and hides his puppy-like smile.

“To be fair, I just said no blood because you’re trying to give your second marriage a go.”

They haven’t let their dumb jokes drop about Dima and I being married.

Val slides an envelope towards me, and excitement floods my veins. If he has some fucker tied up in the basement of this ballroom, I’ll pick a favorite. It dies as soon as he opens his mouth.

“Wedding present brother, don’t spend your wedding night under the same roof as us. It’s weird as fuck.”

I don’t know what romantic notions they have about marriage, but I take it and nod without checking the contents.There’s fuck all to do, Anika is sat at the bar with the blood drying on her dress as she finally allows the fear to sink in. I should have used my force with her years ago, but some idiotic childish part of me viewed her as my mother and it stopped me.

Some of my boredom is chased away as Inessa comes back to the table and she smiles softly when we all stand. Taking her seat, she waits until food is served to lean into me and start her reprimand.

“Done killing our guests, lapachka?”

I keep my voice low as I stretch my arm over the back of her chair, and my eyes ahead to see if there’s a good enough excuse.

“Haven’t decided yet.”

It’s not a lie. The only people I give a fuck about are sat at this table as Viktor takes a seat between his dad and Dima.

Anastasia joins us on Vitali’s side, and I nearly laugh, hearing him flirt with her.

“You know there’s a rule that the best man is supposed to fuck the bridesmaid?”

She doesn’t pretend to be a bitch, she is one, and she’s also capable of chopping his balls off. He doesn’t react to her cold voice as she sips her champagne and twitches her nose to sell the coke-head image.

“Switch seats with your brother then, he’s the one who was stood beside the groom.”

Inessa sits primly like the queen she is, her hand lands on my thigh and gently strokes down to my knee. It’s not to fuck with me, it’s just resting there, and I stroke her bare shoulder with my thumb. Everyone on our table is engrossed in their own conversations as the food is served, and I drag her seat closer to ensure no one else hears my offer.

“Want to keep my trigger finger busy?”

Hiding my smirk behind my glass, she digs her fingers into my thigh, making me flex. There’s no blush showing on her cheeks, but her heart rate speeds up.

Flattening her palm on my thigh, she strokes down and cups my knee as she ends the fun.

“There’s no slit in my dress. You’d have to kneel under the table.”

Her hand comes back up stopping at the top of my thigh and she stretches her fingers out until she’s brushing my dick with the tip of her little finger. Her lips barely move with her offer, and she doesn’t look at me as she says, “Or I can make sure you stay seated.”

She looks at me from the corner of her eye. She can’t hide her twisted thoughts. I won’t come in my wife’s hand in a room full of pricks who can’t be trusted.

Threading my fingers through hers, I move temptation away and she deflates, misunderstanding my reason. I lean closer to her and try to dispel any idea that she isn’t making me hard as stone without even touching me.

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