Page 91 of Voracious

“I’m not a boy now, old man, and I’m not a woman so you’re cowardly suka ass won’t fucking touch me.”

He’s vibrating with rage, his entire body tensing, waiting for the first punch.It’s a dumb psychological thing, you don’t want to be the first one to strike because you know once it’s begun it will be over. The fight isn’t about your physical exertion but feeling the other person’s will to survive and crushing it, overcoming it, resorting them to nothing because that’s how they made you feel.

Dumb cunt speaks, making it worse.

“I never hurt your mama, I loved her.”

Dima isn’t a liar. He doesn’t talk about his mom, but he loves her, and he kept her rosary. Val and Tali take deep breaths then stop breathing as a roar leaves the nicest person I’ve ever met. My lips lift seeing Dima get his vengeance, justice for his mom, Katya, and himself.

Picking his father up by his collar, the bloodied face has me choking back a laugh. There’s no fight in him, he’s weak. No one tries to stop Dima from taking however many pounds of flesh he wants until the doors open behind us and three pairs of footsteps move closer. I turn to see Katya and she has tears in her eyes, the tip of her nose is red as though she’s already cried before coming in but they’re back again. She blinks the tears away as she marches past us with Vlad and Mischa joining the audience.

I’ve never seen her fight. I know she can with being initiated but she usually hides out in the city lying about school. Dima relaxes slightly when his sister is by his side, and she squeezes his arm to let their father go. The dumb fuck keeps speaking around his bloody mouth and nose.

“Katya?”

He hasn’t begged for his life. He’s just repeating the same shit as though his sperm meeting an egg entitles him to be free of any consequences.

I can’t stop my laugh coming out and someone else joins me when she spits out at him physically and verbally. “Fuck you.”

A glob of saliva clings to his cheek and she turns to her brother, looking up at him and snarls, “He’s not worth it, leave him to fucking rot, like nothing with nothing.”

Their father tries to argue but she shuts him down and her force is one that I admire.

“Try and fucking touch me, you’ll see I’m not my mother’s daughter, I’ll put you in the fucking ground.”

Finally getting the message, he limps away, and the doors slam closed while everyone remains fixed in place.

The sound is like a gavel, allowing Katya to break down and she hugs Dima like a little girl. Fucking prick, she might not want the blood to be on his hands, but I can do it. He doesn’t get to hurt nice people, both Katya and Dima are nice. Katya always gave me food and she would let me sleep in her apartment.

My smile comes out, seeing a baseball bat, as I slip away from the audience. I’ve never used one before and I swipe it as I leave the gym, tucking it under my sleeve in case there are normal people stood outside.

Dickhead hasn’t made it very far and he doesn’t have any sense of someone following him. I’m not fortunate enough to have that issue and stop dead in my tracks until the person behind me reveals themselves.

“Keep going, pipsqueak.”

Why couldn’t it be anyone else but Vlad? He’s annoying as fuck, and he’ll take my kill from me. If he kicks me again, I’m killing him and blaming it on Dima’s father.

Restarting my stalking, I keep anticipating his foot flying out. He hasn’t done it since the DNA test, but it’s been years of him hitting my ankle like he’s a toddler. Old fuck.

Reaching a dimly lit passageway, I quicken my steps with excitement. He won’t be able to hurt Dima or Katya again, they’llnever have to see him or hear his name. It’s that thought that propels my arm and the wood splinters on impact with his head.

Oh.

It’s not very satisfying.

I always thought hitting someone with a bat would be fun, it’s boring and he goes down straight away. I didn’t have a plan, but Vlad clearly did because Mischa pulls up and pops the trunk. No one says anything, I don’t know what their reason behind wanting him dead is, but I go along with it and get in the car. I wonder if Tali’s jokes are true, and Dima was married to Vlad. Inessa and Dani said it wasn’t but he’s an asshole so he wouldn’t kill someone because of a friendship. I don’t think he has friends, if he does then they’re probably even more annoying than he is with his whole ‘look at me, I’m strong’ bullshit.

Mischa doesn’t go to the warehouse, he drives back to the gym and gets out. Once I’m alone with the overgrown annoying asshole, I poke my head through the seats and ask, “Were you and Dima really married?”

I’m halfway through my question when the other part of the couple gets in the driver’s seat and Dima’s brows go up at my question. I don’t think it’s rude to ask but they both smirk, trying not to laugh.

I sit back before Dima can tell me to and we drive in silence until he grumbles, “If I was gay I could get better than Vlad, but we weren’t married.”

I expect the asshole to be offended but he taps away on his phone, and, without looking up, says, “Shouldn’t you have spoken about previous relationships before being claimed?”

I don’t have any relationships so it can’t be directed at me, and I don’t know what claiming is. Dima keeps looking at me through the mirror and doesn’t answer the question.His anger comes back when we reach the warehouse and I like seeing this side of him. It makes his nice, soft, gentle side even better.The brutal contrast of what he’s capable of compared to how he chooses to act, everyone has a capacity for violence, but he doesn’t hand his out without care. He cares too much.

It’s evident as we enter the warehouse and in the way he purposefully beats the shit out of his father without any weapon. He’s recreating the abuse he witnessed and the audience comes back, minus Katya and Mischa.

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