Page 47 of Volatile

Don’t call me a dipshit, you fucking prick.

I swear to fuck this woman is crazy. I’m the crazier one for wanting her and I go back to the most interesting thing here.

My bad, your royal highness

You beautiful woman

Crafted from gold

And built with diamonds in your blood

What did the ugly cunt say to you?

I’m giddy as fuck watching her smile and I never acted like this even when I was a teenager. Her head snaps up as she types and gives her full attention to whatever shit is happening between Inessa and Borya. Switching threads, I tell Vlad to keep his ass seated. If anyone is going to kill the cunt it’s me; he called my girl a whore and I’ll bury his tongue inside the cake, so they all know not to do it again.

My phone buzzes with Stasi still refusing to look at me and my blood roars in my ears as I read.

Better.

The same shit as usual, but now I’m your family’s whore until you and your brothers get rid of me.

Who do you think is going to throw the first punch? V or I?

The rumor is bullshit. We don’t share women, other than Dani who was mine before Val stole her, even then that’s not sexual because she’s just Dani. None of these fucks have anything better to do than discuss our dicks or trying to suck them at every opportunity. Our actual family secrets are more sinister, yet they only focus on any perverted shit they can find. They’d lose their minds if they knew the truth that their assumption that Dani is Viktor’s biological mother is bullshit and she’s actually his aunt.

As soon as Borya walks off I leave Stasi with my family, knowing they’ll keep her safe, and follow the little cunt. He’s not a big enough man to ever intimidate me and he’s allowed being a Vor to dull his reflexes.He walks into the hallway, no doubt to go smoke and bolster his confidence about disrespecting Vlad’s wife, but he stumbles as I slap my hand on his shoulder and push him into his office.

The quick head turn has him losing all color, it should be relief considering everyone looks at my brothers with that same clammy pallor to their skin whereas I’m the easygoing one. They’re the psychos who do the most fucked-up shit and Vlad is going to make his life hell for the way he spoke to Inessa, so I need to get my revenge in before him.

We all have the capability of being crazy, mine only comes out when someone fucks with my family and that’s what he’s done by putting his shit in my Stasi’s life. One thing that Anika taught me was that you don’t speak first because you’ll lose all power. It’s how she would always win, find out shit I didn’t want her to know when we were kids, the silence would force my tongue to move, and I’d spew shit in the hope of ending the anticipation.

It’s exactly what Borya does, and he holds his hands up, backing away and says, “She’s lying, I didn’t touch her.”

All my earlier anger is turned into something more dangerous. He fucking touched her, put his dirty fucking hands on my girl who’s too good for anyone. Kicking the door closed, I take a step closer and whoever speaks from my mouth is hellish.

“So, you didn’t call her a Vartanov whore?”

His answer is there in the way his face shakes. Weak cunt.

I’m the puppy of the family for fuck’s sake, if he can’t fucking handle this he’s going to have a heart attack when Vlad comes to collect his pound of flesh. I force my body to become still, remembering there are cameras in the room.

“You were right, your daughter is my whore. She sucked my cum down like a pro in this very room.”

Some of the color comes back into his cheeks as he takes a seat behind his desk, laughing like a sick fuck.

“We’ve all heard how she likes to spend her time.”

I look around the room bored while he fights his hand to watch like a true pervert. My voice comes out with the same bored quality as I continue, “I might pass her on to my brothers next, she seemed eager enough with just me.”

There’s a photo of the prick’s family on his bookcase, no Stasi in sight. Eight frames and she’s only in one of them with her shoulders hunched forward and her arms wrapped around herself protectively. She looks weird as fuck the with her natural hair color, my mind isn’t used to her features next to the golden strands.

Borya, the pervert, laughs and hums in agreement. “She enjoys teasing people.”

Hisdaughter does. My girl doesn’t give two fucks about people.

“That she does,” I agree. “Although, I think Valentin would break her, you know what he’s like.”

The motherfucker laughs, again, and clucks his tongue. “That’s what someone like her requires, it may teach her the error of being a whore.”

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