Page 115 of Scarred (Russian Sinners 2)

Ilya showed up fast, and I moved out of the way. “Make it nice and tight. So he can be comfortable.” Ilya knew exactly what to do.

“Are you alright, malysh?” I turned to Olivia and took her chin to ensure to see the answer in her eyes.

“Yes, now that you are here,” she spoke softly. “I knew you’d come”

“I’ll always come to you,” I vowed, laying gentle kisses on her forehead. I couldn’t help it. Relief at having her safely in my arms was overwhelming. I didn’t care what anyone thought. “You are all that matters to me. You and Tasha.”

She gave me a half-smile, her eyes deep pools of oceans. “Thank you for saving me,” she murmured. “Again.”

“I will always come to save you,” I promised.

Dimitry cleared his throat and I remembered his presence. So did Olivia since she looked over at him.

“Hello, Olivia,” my brother greeted her with a smile. “I’m Dimitry. Anastasia has told me a lot about you.”

She reached out her hand, and he took it with a gentle smile. It must have been Anastasia’s doing because my brother rarely smiled. Until Anastasia.

“Nice to finally meet you, Dimitry,” Olivia murmured softly. “Is Anastasia safe?”

His lips quirked even higher. Olivia had a gun pointed at her head mere seconds before, but she was asking whether her friend was safe.

“Yes, she is safe,” he replied to her.

She exhaled a breath of relief.

“You fucking bitch,” Malcome’s voice had all our eyes turning to him. “You’ll pay for this, you whore. I’ll make you pay, just like I did this filthy bastard’s sister. She was a whore too.” His eyes shifted to me. “You two thought you could outbest me, buying satellite companies that should be mine. But I made you pay, didn’t I? I took your sister’s life, after I was done with her.”

The simmering rage exploded within me. So he knew the connection of Nadia to me. It was his twisted revenge. Truthfully, I couldn’t say that I was surprised. Olivia warned me Malcome did everything with a purpose. He truly was a sneaky, sick bastard. Besides, Vlad, being the traitor he was, probably gave this fucker all the information. The images of my sister’s dead body and Olivia’s drawings fueled my fury, not that I needed any more fuel. The hate and rage burned in the pit of my stomach.

Olivia’s hand brushed my scarred cheek, bringing the focus to her.

“Kill the bastard,” she murmured softly, her eyes on me. “And make it hurt before he’s dead.”

“As you wish,” I pressed my lips against her mouth in a quick kiss. She grounded me. Her taste, her smell... she was my life. “Dimitry, keep an eye on Olivia.”

“You got it, brother.” Dimitry stepped forward, taking his place next to Olivia. I shoved my gun back into the holster then cracked my knuckles.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” I told Malcome, getting into his face. “We’ll see how long your wimp ass lasts. I bet everything I own that Nadia and Olivia are tougher than you.”

“I did it here, in this home,” Malcome taunted me. “Nadia squealed like the bitch that she was.” I saw red and punched him hard, blood spurted out of his mouth along with a tooth or two. Then I did it again and again.

“Nikolai,” Olivia’s soft voice halted me immediately. “Don’t let him taunt you. Make it last.”

My bloodthirsty woman, and she was mine alone. I nodded.

Nobody intervened, this revenge was Olivia’s and mine. If she wanted me to make it last, I would. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.

I pulled out a knife. “You know, you won’t come out of this alive.” It was my turn to taunt him, pressing the knife against the flesh of his inner leg, close to his groin. “And when I’m done, I’ll be sure to dump your body into the river. Except you won’t be found for years to come.”

He screamed as I pushed the knife harder into the flesh.

“When they find your body, there will be nothing left for them to identify you by,” I spat, cutting him again. And another shriek. I was barely getting started and he already looked ready to pass out.

“What’s the matter, Malcome?” I tormented him. “Don’t like to get back what you gave?”

His eyes traveled to Olivia, a sick obsession in them.

“Olivia, I love you.” She scoffed at the words, not dignifying him with an answer. “Tell him you are mine.”

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