Page 33 of Marked (Russian Sinners 1)

Just the thought of him hurting her and attempting to extinguish those beautiful eyes had me unleashing my wrath into every punch I gave him.

“Let’s try that again.”

He spat on the floor, trying to seem tough. I had no patience for this. My fist connected with his nose next and he groaned hard. A gurgle sound left his mouth but I wasn’t done yet. Then Nikolai and Sergei took turns throwing punches, and I waited for the man’s breaking point. It would come, no doubt about it.

We have been interrogating this guy for the last few hours and the asshole refused to talk. But there was no doubt in my mind he would talk… eventually.

I spat at the guard to bring me the hose. I pointed it at the man in front of me; the man that dared to go after a woman under my protection.

“Turn it on,” I ordered in Russian. Sergei turned it all the way up to allow for full impact. I glanced at Nikolai and he nodded. He knew how this went; we’ve done it plenty of times.

He took the captive’s head between his hands and forcefully held it still.

The sound of plumbing, probably as old as this country, and water rushing through the hose came spurting out in a fast rush and splashed at his face. He couldn’t move his head away due to Nikolai’s grip.

A gargling sound came from him but I didn’t give a fuck. Let him choke on it. Images of Anastasia almost getting raped and her bruised body flashed through my mind feeding the rage inside me.

Nikolai ordered Sergei to turn off the water although I wasn’t done. But it was for the best, I would probably kill him before he divulged any more information that we needed.

The water forced its way out of the man as he leaned forward in the chair, choking down air as the water emptied from him. This time he lifted his face and looked at me with a true fear in his expression.

“What do you want?” His voice shook with fear.

“Who ordered the hit on the girl and why?”

“Boris wants the girl.” He spit the blood on the floor. “When he gets out, he wants her.”

I realized he saidwhen Boris gets out, but I had to understand why he was after her first.

“Why?”

He paused and I was ready to punch him again but he quickly started talking.

“He’s been hunting her for years. She is the only one that got away. He wants her for his whore.”

He smiled, his blood-coated teeth looking disgustingly gruesome, and rage shot through my veins. I pulled out my knife and taunted him with the sound of the switchblade swishing through the air as I flipped it back and forth. Then it ceased as I brought the blade to his throat, ready to kill the scum.

“What do you mean, she got away?” Nikolai asked, before I slid the knife through the fatty flesh he called a neck.

“He kidnapped her mother and the girl fifteen years ago. He had a number done on her mother,” he laughed maniacally. “She didn’t get away. But Anastasia Manciatti got away. He doesn’t like to lose his women. This time, he wants to be the one to make her pay.”

What the fuck? Boris killed Anastasia’s mother? He kidnapped her when she was a kid. How did I not know that? How did the world not know that?

Sergei narrowed his eyes. “Boris is locked up, on death row.”

He coughed up some blood. “Not for long. And he’s coming for his prize.”

I pulled out my gun and pointed it at him.

“I heard of you. The Russian Sinners, and you are the biggest one of them,” his voice shook with fear. He should have been afraid enough to keep away, damn idiot.

Then fucking asshole had the nerve to beg. “Don’t kill me. I’ll tell you everything.”

I shot him between the eyes without an ounce of hesitation or emotion. And that death was better than he deserved.

The chill went down my spine. If Boris had been obsessing over Anastasia for the last fifteen years, nothing would stop him until he got her or he was dead.

A loud gasp behind me had all of us turning. Anastasia stood at the entrance, pale as a ghost.

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