Page 61 of Dark Bratva Christmas
Motherfucker.
I point my gun and aim it at his leg, pulling the trigger milliseconds before the bullet flies through the air and lodges inhis thigh. He's far enough away that his scream is muffled, but it echoes through the trees.
“Where are you going?” I shout after him, making sure I have plenty of bullets in my gun for what I have planned. I walk over to him, kicking him over. “What's the rush, Boris?”
“You're not as easy to kill as your brother.” He flashes a shit-eating grin at me, and I kick him in the side again.
“You're going to want to choose your next words very carefully,” I warn, kneeling down in the snow beside him, my gun pressed against his chin. “Gde moya zhena(Where is my wife)?”
Boris doesn't say anything. He stares at me in silence before he laughs. I press the gun harder against his chin, cocking the trigger.
“You think this is funny?” I pull the gun away from his chin and shoot his other leg. He cries out from the pain, his eyes squeezed shut.
“You don't know what the fuck you started when you touched her!” I feel myself starting to lose my grip on my anger, tempted to smash his fucking skull in with the heel of my boot.
I want to paint this entire yard red with his blood. I could tear him limb from limb right now.
“You're pathetic,” Boris says through the pain. “How could you think any of that was real? You practically let me use you.”
I grit my teeth and glare down at him. “You're the one who doesn't know what's real. Now tell me where my wife is, and I'll kill you quickly.”
I holster my gun and pull a knife out of my pocket, flicking it open so he can see the full length of the blade. He gulps. I know he's imagining all the stories he's heard of people who have wronged me…
And how he's going to end up as one of them.
“Don't worry, she's here. She's in her room.” He looks back at the knife as if he's expecting me to close it and uphold my end of the bargain.
Why would I do that when he didn't uphold his?
I'm salivating at the idea of torturing him, at making him slowly bleed out here so he can feel helpless and weak, just like I felt when he took Catarina from me.
But before I can slice the blade into his flesh, someone calls my name from the cabin.
“It's all clear! We’ve got her!” they shout.
I turn back to Boris, flicking the knife shut as I look him in his eyes one last time.
“You picked the wrong family to fuck with,” I say, grabbing the gun from the holster and pointing it between his eyes.
“Wait,” a voice calls out, and I recognize it immediately. My heart jumps to my throat as Catarina comes sprinting toward me, her eyes wide.
“You need to go inside,” I choke out, pushing away the emotions of justseeingher again. It’s shocking. And even more shocking when Ilether take the gun from me.
“What… What are you doing?” Boris’s eyes go wide. “Daughter…”
“This is for all the years you controlled me,” she whispers, firing a round into his leg.
He wails with pain as she brings up the gun, directing it at his chest.
“And this is for Mikhail.” She unloads a round into his chest, a tear slipping down her cheek.
“You don’t have to do this.” I reach out, my hand brushing her arm. “You—”
“And this is for Matysh.” She forces out the words, and a single shot rings out, hitting her father right between the eyes. His body goes limp, blood splattered across the snow.
“You…”
“I thought he killed you,” she cries, turning to me and dropping the gun to the ground.
