Page 112 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

“I don’t think so.” Irina put a knife against my throat. I’d have to talk to Sergei about his previous taste in women. This woman was a lunatic.

“You even scratch her, and you will regret ever walking this earth.”

Irina laughed maniacally. Yes, the woman was totally crazy. I wished he’d just shoot her and be done with it.

Her knife pressed against my throat and I felt warm liquid trickle down my throat.

“You got yourself a prissy little princess here, Sergei,” she taunted him. “You and I were good together… you and I could rule the world.”

I wanted to bite her, scratch her. She had her chance to have Sergei; she didn’t want him. He was mine now.

Sergei scoffed. “There was never you and I,” he mocked her. “You were a fake. The woman I thought you were, never truly existed.”

“Slash her throat, daughter,” the old man that she called earlier ordered.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Vlad,” another man’s voice growled. How many people were in here exactly? “You think people call Sergei the Mad Russian Sinner for naught? You hurt that woman, and you’ll see just how mad he is. And I’ll enjoy watching him tear you and your daughter to pieces, limb by fucking limb.”

“Be reasonable, Vlad,” Sergei tried to keep his voice cool but I knew him well enough by now to read his rage signs. “Scarlett is the only daughter of the Boston head. He’s here. If you hurt her, he and his family will hunt you down.”

“And you won’t?”

“You should have thought about that before you started this.” Sergei was unapologetic and he was right. Vlad and Irina brought this upon themselves. “You almost cost me my brothers and sisters. My woman and our child. You will die. It is up to you how you die.”

Long and painful. Make him hurt.I wanted to scream but the damn cloth was still stuck in my mouth.

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