Page 111 of Viparious

“By all means, go fuck yourself then.”

Humor dances in her eyes and she fakes the heat in her voice as she drops her hand from my belt.

“You’re an asshole,” she huffs.

I’ve never pretended to be anything else, and I know she doesn’t give a fuck either.She prefers me being a cunt, knowing every part of my brutality is hers to wield.

She slides off the desk and flicks her hair over her shoulder. She puts an extra sway in her hips, thinking it will be enough to change my mind. I sit back in my chair, speaking at her back, hoping it will make her angry enough to storm back to me.

“And you left a wet patch on my desk, meelaya.”

I can’t stop my laugh coming out, having got a rise out of her as she looks over her shoulder to check. My brat slams my door closed but not before I catch her smile.

My good mood doesn’t last long when Maximoff calls, and I answer on the first ring.

“Have you reconciled?”

He sounds happy, as much as the old fuck is able to. Giving him one word that holds more, there’s no emotion in my voice despite it coursing through me.

“Yes.”

Inessa won’t be anyone else’s, she’s mine and without my death sentence looming, I can keep her. Ending the call after agreeing to his bullshit family dinner, I’m stopped from forcing the truth out of my stubborn wife.

Dima is even more miserable than usual as he comes into the office and pours a heavy hand from the decanter like he needs it to function. Looking at me for help, he takes a big gulp, the uncivilized fuck. I met him when he was fifteen and an angry teenager, but he didn’t look as lost as he does now.

“Ana needs to go back under Val, I’m going to kill her or fuck her. Either way, I’m choking the bitch.”

I sit back and shrug, enjoying his misery.

“He’s a Vor now, I can’t tell him what to do with his own group.”

I could, easily, but there’s no fun in it. Watching Dima turn red is better.

If he kills her, it makes my life easier, and the pipsqueak will stop showing up in my house and eating all the fucking cereal then leaving the crumbs on the counter. It’s like having another child when she argues with Vitali and Viktor plays referee.I have a bad feeling that Inessa is going to get attached to her and force me to protect the little psycho.

Shaking his head, he looks up, asking the heavens for help when we’re in hell. It seems to be the day I’m popular for people’s tantrums and he pinches the bridge of his nose as he starts bitching.

“She doesn’t fucking listen to a word I say and she’s more bloodthirsty than you, for fuck’s sake.”

The only positive about the kid is her ability to fight, she’s twisted as fuck and her mind is full of barbaric torture. I stay silent and wait for him to leave so I can finally go to Inessa.

It doesn’t take long when I stand, and he gets the message to leave. The house is filled with noise, people talking shit with each other and laughter. Actual laughter in a Vartanov home that has children in it. I knew it would happen, but I always thought it would be after my death. There’s a hollowness in my chest, knowing I’ve broken my promise to Vanya. That she’s alone. I take the stairs up to my floor to force my heart to beat.

Inessa is lying in the middle of the bed with her phone in her hand when I walk into our room. Verena isn’t in her crib, and my queen puts me at ease straight away without looking up from her phone.

“Val wouldn’t give her back, and Viktor wanted a sleepover, so she’s on their floor.”

I hope she shits on him in the middle of the night as payback for his constant tantrums. Looking up from her phone with a soft smile, she shows that she knows me more than anyone else.

“You’ll sneak her back up, won’t you?”

I nod and she relaxes like the alternative would fuck with her head as much as mine.

But she continues to examine me and gives me a soft smile. “Come here, lapachka.”

I sit beside her, and she gives me her full attention as she drops her phone on the bed and rests her head on my shoulder. Her voice is soft and missing all of her previous ire as she asks, “Are you okay?”

Pressing my lips to her temple, I massage her scalp and soften my voice. “I’m fine. Go to sleep.”

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