Page 74 of Devious Kingpin
“And you got married in the mile high club,” I remarked dryly. “You should add that to your resume.”
It wasn’t too long ago, four months ago to be exact, when Illias Konstantin kidnapped his bride and had a priest perform their ceremony while on their way out of the country. The old man had nothing to preach to me about.
He chuckled. “That I did,” he replied. “Best fucking day of my life.”
I rolled my eyes. I didn’t want to hear about his happy ending and shit like that. Guilt gnawed at me and my methods already. I didn’t kidnap Juliette. I’d done something worse, and I knew if it ever came out, heads would roll. Probably starting with mine.
“So you gonna get your cargo or what?” Illias asked, tilting his chin toward the trunk of my car.
“Are you gonna hang around for the torture or what?” I retorted with my own question.
Konstantin shrugged. “I might,” he said, his tone bored. “But not for long. Tatiana’s cooking dinner.”
I shook my head, then jogged back to the trunk of my car and popped it open. The preppy senator’s son was still unconscious, so I lifted him like a sack of potatoes and threw him over my shoulder.
Making my way back to the building, Konstantin opened the door and motioned with his hand for me to enter.
“I still can’t believe you’d marry one of those crazy Nikolaevs,” I muttered as I passed him.
He chuckled. “I’ll bet you a million bucks your wife is crazier than they are.”
I flipped him off, then stopped. “Lead the way, old man.”
“Freaking know-it-all kids,” Konstantin muttered as he passed me, then made his way down the long hallway and down the stairs into the darkness. Basements weren’t where nightmares happened for most people. For a brief moment, I thought about where Priest’s and my nightmares happened, but I refused to go there. Now wasn’t the time. I pushed those thoughts into a dark corner. There was no room for them and I had a world of pain to dish out at the moment.
“So the ex-senator’s son, huh?” Konstantin asked as we reached our destination. The last door at the end of the basement.
“Yep.”
“What did he do?” Konstantin asked as I dumped Travis’s unconscious body into the only chair in here. He slumped to the side, but didn’t fall over. I kind of wished he had so he’d crack his skull.
“He drugged my wife and then he touched her,” I hissed.
“Apparently, I should have ended the son along with the father,” Konstantin said matter-of-factly, his eyes narrowing on the unconscious man. The fucker who raped my wife.
My eyes darted to Illias. “You killed the fucker?”
He nodded. “Yes, he groped my little sister. Nobody gets away with that shit.”
A groan sounded behind me and we both turned our attention to Travis who was coming to. Dazed, he studied the basement until his eyes reached me. He tried to get up at the same time as I shot his foot, feeling sick satisfaction at his cry of agony.
“What the fuck, man!” he screamed as he fell back into the chair, sweat breaking out over his forehead.
I stalked toward him, closing the distance between us and I grabbed his throat.
“What did you do to my wife?”
His eyes rolled back, before they focused on me. “Man, I don’t even know who the fuck your wife is.”
“Juliette DiLustro,” I roared. “It will be the last name on your mind as I tear you to pieces.”
He slumped forward and I shook him, forcing him back. He’d lost a lot of blood, was losing more with every passing second. He wouldn’t leave this basement alive.
“I don’t know Juliette DiLustro,” he cried as piss trickled down his leg and onto the hard floor. “There was only one Juliette I ever knew.” Then his eyes widened while rage boiled up in me like an unstoppable wave. “The i-ice-skater’s cousin,” he stuttered.
I grinned savagely. “You fucked up, Travis.”
He shook his head, back and forth, probably giving himself whiplash. “It wasn’t my idea.”
