Page 6 of Violent Love: Viktor
“Batushka, I want to keep her as my pet. I’ll make sure she never poses a risk to our Brotherhood,” I said, standing up, referring to him as a father from the priesthood.
“You know the rules, my friend,” he volleyed back.
“Do you doubt that I can break her, Pakhan?” I asked, curious, as his lips twitched for a second.
“Like I broke my Bunny?” he asked, sarcastic—because we both knew she was the Queen and she ruled like one, even over her King.
“TheKrolikis an anomaly. The maid I have is terrified. She’s nothing like your wife, Pakhan,” I said solemnly.
His face softened a touch.“Yes, my Bunny is one of a kind,” he said, a small smile curving his lips as pride filled his voice.“Unbreakable.”
“I want—need—to do this. I vow she will not be a threat to our family,Batushka,” I said, lifting my chin in determination.
He sighed heavily and put the papers down. His fingers tapped the table, and I ground my teeth together at the soft sound. The longer I waited, the tighter my fists clenched, digging into my palms until he finally spoke.
“You have until the baby is born. I expect her complete loyalty and obedience to you, Viktor. You have the compound at your disposal. Once the more intense training begins, take her to the Borki property. The basement will suit your needs. If Bunny finds out—” he said, lowering his voice in warning.
“Da, Batushka. Spasibo,” I said with a nod.Yes, Father. Thank you.
TheKrolikmight be testy with her pregnancy hormones and throw a spanner in my work, but the terms were more than generous. The Pakhan was silently rooting for me, giving me time and the amenities I needed for every chance at success—three whole months.
First, she needed to see a fraction of what I was capable of.
“If you are unsuccessful, then you know what has to be done, Viktor,” he added, cutting through my thoughts.
I thought of her wide, tear-filled eyes, how she pissed all over herself.
“Trust me, Pakhan. I will break her,” I said, fully aware that failure was not an option.
If she didn't break, she would meet the soldier of death.
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I sat with Vadik, and he showed me how to make the incisions to peel the skin away from the testicles while keeping them intact. It was not as exciting practising on the balls of a bull, but I followed the doctor’s instructions and managed not to cut too deep.
“You make this look so easy,” I muttered.
“It’s my job. I couldn’t be out there running around like you do. I prefer science and an operating room,” he said, peeling back the skin to reveal a perfect testicle.“Look here. Do you see this? That’s the spermatic cord. One small nick and it releases the rest of the testicle.”
I leaned down and mimicked him. A gun would have been easier, but I kept that thought to myself—he still held the scalpel.
“Remember, on a live subject, there’ll be blood. Makes it trickier to grip.”
I stifled a sigh and reminded myself why Petrov deserved this.
“How did you end up working for the Pakhan?” I asked.
There were always rumours, but the Pakhan never spoke of Vadik’s past.
Vadik side-eyed me before he pulled the testicle free from the scrotum and placed it in a metal bowl.
“I was due to testify against someone. They burned down my house. My family was inside it,” he said, his tone as clinical as his hands.
My lips parted, but I said nothing.
“The Pakhan offered me a job. And revenge. It won’t bring my wife or son back, but I got what I needed,” he said, cold as ever.
“I’m sorry, Vadik. I didn’t know.”
