Page 117 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

“What the fuck?” Nikolai retorted with a wide smile. “I thought I was the groom.”

“Stop it you two idiots. I’m the groom,” Dimitry cackled.

“The three of you are idiots,” Michail grinned. “All three of you are getting married today.”

Michail stepped towards the three forms hanging off the ceiling, reached up and quickly tore off the duct tape from each of their mouths. One by one they screamed and swayed.

Their screams delighted me. It might mean I was sick and the Mad Russian Sinner but fuck it. They nearly tore my family from me. Not only my woman and my unborn child, but also my brothers and their women.

Michail’s boots echoed around the warehouse as he moved, circling them like a predator.

“S-Sergei, stop this please,” Irina sobbed. I felt no pity for her. She only cared about herself.

“You know what we need,” I told her. “Give the information.”

She stilled, but pressed her lips together, which told me she refused to spill it. Michail’s fist sailed through the air and her head flung back with the force of his punch. I didn’t blame him for his rage.

“The information,” he snarled. His hand went to her throat and squeezed. He was draining her of oxygen. “I don’t give a fuck who gives it. You, your father, or your husband. Give. Me. The. Information.”

He took duct tape and went to work on her husband. He was the weakest link. More likely to talk. Reaching for the corner of the duct tape, he rolled it over his eyes and then yanked it hard.

He howled as he took half his eyebrow off.

“Nice wax job,” I muttered.

He pushed his body and he swung back and forth, while he screamed with pain.

“Information,” Michail gritted. This was a change of scenery. My brothers and I usually did the torturing. “Now or I’ll start sawing off your fingers… one by one.”

He whimpered.Yep, definitely a weak link!

Michail picked up the large cutters that were probably meant for gardening rather than torturing but hell, you make do, right?

He placed the cutters against his hand while Bartek trembled. He’d probably piss himself any moment. Michail pressed it hard against his flesh and blood started trickling down onto the concrete.

“Ireland,” he screamed. “Look in Ireland. That is all I know.”

Michail didn’t stop, continuing his torture as if Bartek said nothing. I stood up and laid a hand on his shoulder. Michail never lost his cool but shit, he was on the rampage. He cut me a look. I could understand the rage but it wouldn’t do any good. Not with these fuckers.

“They won’t give us anything else,” Nikolai muttered. “Either they don’t know, or they’ll take it to their graves with them.”

I agreed with him. Irina kept staring at me. She hoped to get out of it, thought I’d turn soft. That would never happen. She should have minded her own business and stop meddling into ours and hurt our family.

“Want me to do it?” I offered Michail.

“I got it.” I knew he did, but fuck, I wanted to help. He did so much for me.

Without an ounce of hesitance, he sliced their throats. First Bartek. Then he waited, as Vlad screamed like a baby. Vlad was next. He watched wide-eyed, hoping against all odds someone would come and save him.

No saving here, you fucking traitor!

He left Irina for last. He did that on purpose. She started it all. Her father might have had an idea but she made it happen. Too bad she didn’t know how to use that brain for good things.

“Sergei, I can help,” she tried again, her body shaking. It was finally sinking in. She was a dead woman. “Let me help. I’ll help you all.”

Michail came behind her. “Your help kills people.” Another slice and silence descended. The only sound, the dripping of their blood onto the concrete floor.

No judgement here. But I didn’t want blood on me today. I was getting married for the love of God. I couldn’t help but grin again, despite the gruesome scene.

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