Page 55 of Viparious

“I love you, and I’ll never forget.”

Twenty years or two hundred, I’ll never forget her. She’ll always be my Vanya, the one light I had no matter the short amount of time I had with her.

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I’ve feltdeath without dying multiple times in my life, every instance was before thirteen. But this is different, there’s a heaviness to the soul I never knew I possessed as I walk into the house and hear Inessa. She’s happy and sat with the others as she discusses baby shit while I lurk around the corner, creeping on my own fucking family.There’s blood stuck to my hands after removing that cunt who thought he couldgo for a drinkwith my wife.

Len’s call comes through, giving me an excuse to walk away and finally making his life have purpose. Waiting until the last ring for no other reason than to prolong my proximity, I answer and listen to his bullshit.

“Did you exchange yourself for your fucking wife?”

Walking silently to my office so no one hears me, my tone comes out deadly as soon as I’m shut away.

“Watch your fucking mouth when you speak to me, chuski2.”

Whatever bullshit he’s heard has him forgetting his position and the rage is evident across the thousands of miles between us.

“You are weak, just like before. You’ve let some suka bring you to your knees.”

His insult against the only people who matter has my voice turning into a roar.

“Ya ubyu tebya v sleduyushchiy raz, kogda, blyad, uvizhu tebya3.” I drop my voice so I don’t get anyone else’s attention when the sounds of chatter abruptly come to a stop, and there’s a smile on my face at the thought of what I’ll do to him. “I kept you alive all those years ago, don’t think it was due to you being my father. Ty gryaznaya yebanaya pizda4, you’re not worth shit and if you insult my wife again, I’ll make the last fucking massacre look like a birthday party compared to what I do to you.”

He splutters and I know his face is red with rage without him being in front of me. I’m about to end the call as I pour myself a drink when his tone darkens in threat.

“We know where you go.”

The decanter slips from my fingers, the crystal breaking off in chips as it slams against the marble bar cart top and topples to its side. I don’t notice the whisky flowing over the edge and hitting my shoes as I feel myself become death.

“And where do you think that is?”

He can’t know where she is. I hid her. If he finds out where Vanya is, he’ll take her away from me. No. Fuck, no. She’s all I have.

But he answers smugly about something I don’t give a fuck about.

“You think I would be as brainless as you and those fucking weak brothers of yours to hide what you did to Denis in that house?”

I relax at his incorrect assumption that I’m searching for the proof of me killing Dmitri’s brother. I don’t give a fuck anymore and shrug as I pick up the vodka decanter now that whisky is off the menu.

“Do it. We both know you’ll die long before I do. As a Vor, I’m aware of what my punishment will be, as a shestyorka5, what respect do you think you’ll be shown?”

He has always had a false sense of entitlement and power and I lift the tumbler to my lips, knowing it’s fucking eating him alive that I have become the one thing he will never be able to.

Without an answer, he reverts back to old insults.

“You are weak. Pedik6.”

He ends the call before I can react, and I’m ten years old again with his knee in my fucking back. That dumb fuck kid is screaming inside of me. My back burns, and my fist tightens around the phone, rendering it fucking useless as the glass splinters and then cracks. I was a fucking child. I had no control, and it was his fucking wife drugging me, so I didn’t fight back. My throat closes up, and the tumbler in my hand meets the wall.

The only fucker who would run back to that cunt and give him the information about the MC is Leno. I should have fucking killed him when I first met him. Opening my door, my bark pierces the tense silence, but I don’t give two fucks.

“Valentin, office. Now.”

He’ll be pissed, but his son clearly isn’t incentive enough to get off his fucking ass and find the cunt. Maybe enraging him will light a fucking fire up his ass, and then I can work systematically, killing every fucker who knows anything about that ten-year-old child.

1 I give you my word, darling.

2 Untouchable, derogatory.

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