Page 374 of Vicious Saint
“Too bad, so fucking sad.”
“Eh. Not too, too bad. Your aim sucks. All you managed was a nick to sweet Boris’ arm.”
Knowing my attempt to avenge Carlo was all for nothing has me brimming with a vicious fury—because now I’m most likely going to die, which makes it that much harder to try again.
“Oh, I can promise you I won’t be making that mistake a second time.”
“Talking a lot of shit for someone dangling from a basement ceiling.”
“Dirty ass basement, by the way.”
Shit, I already spotted two mice crawling on the floor.
“Sorry if our torture chamber doesn’t live up to your expectations. I’ll be sure to tell Boris to spruce it up with your blood.”
A knock comes from the door, and a moment later, it’s opening, revealing a huge shirtless bald guy with a bandaged arm holding a toolbox.
Fucking fantastic, squared.
“Ready for fun?” Leerie smiles devilishly.
“That depends…is your boy here to do some magic tricks?”
Boris grumbles some Russian under his breath, smacking the toolbox onto a nearby wooden table.
“If magic includes removing fingers, sure.”
“I think I’ve seen a trick or two like that.”
Leerie’s eyes sparkle with something ugly, and I’m hit with another slap to the face. “Why aren’t you scared? You should be scared!”
A really good question, and if I had to guess the answer, it’d have something to do with rage.
“Because that would involve entertainment on your end. I prefer to make your trip from Mother Russia just as useless as my trip here.”
“Go ahead…keep making things worse for yourself.”
“Didn’t quite need your permission, but thanks.”
Leerie huffs. “My sister mentioned you’d be a tough nut to crack.”
Ah, yes, her cunt bubble younger sister Alexis who disappeared from Riverside last year. “Skank should know, she sucked the majority of them in Riverside.”
“You know what they say...takes a skank to know a skank.”
“Good comeback, bruh. Why don’t you untie me so I can give you a fist bump?”
“Ha-ha.” Leerie mocks me. “Nice try.”
Eh. Mediocre at best.
“Anywho, Hendrix Montgomery. I’m going to let Boris here get to work. I’ll come back after you’re humbled a bit.”
Snarling, I respond, “Mark my words…you will be the one to die tonight, Leerie. Youandyour precious papa.”
Leerie winks, then, without another word, exits the room, leaving me to face the ogre shadowing my body holding a knife.
Lifting it to the collar of my hoodie, Boris mutters, “I prefer easier access.”
