Page 4 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

Dimitry had me leaning on him, while with his other hand pointed the gun at Bartek.

“Now, you and your men walk in front of us,” he ordered him.

He obeyed without a word. Dimitry was tense and furious. I didn’t blame him. He was a much better man than I was. I heard a few of Michail’s grunts behind me.

“You got that right,” Nikolai muttered under his breath to Michail. “You two together are idiots,” he spoke low so nobody else would hear.

When we got to the top, Irina waited for her husband. She didn’t run to him, her eyes didn’t even glance his way to ensure he was alright. Yeah, that was going to be a great marriage right there. She didn’t look that great. Her hair was disheveled, her wedding dress had smudges of dirt or blood on it, and her runny makeup made her look like a prostitute.

“You lunatic,” she screamed at me. “You ruined my wedding. Nobody would ever want to be with a mad, crazy nobody like you.”

“You watch yourself, Irina,” Dimitry gritted. “If you weren’t sleeping around while stringing my brother along, this would have never happened.”

Irina immediately shut up. That was what usually happened when Dimitry talked.

“Enjoy having that stench of a husband fucking you tonight,” I snickered, never sparing her another glance as Dimitry headed us to his vehicle. Once we were in his car, he dismissed Bartek’s guards by shooting them each in the foot.

“Insurance you won’t come after us,” Dimitry announced and drove off.

Michail and I sat bruised up in the backseat. Now that we were safe and the adrenaline wore off, I could feel the aches but kept my mouth shut. I fully expected Dimitry to start berating me any second now. It was coming. He was simmering, the steam practically coming off of him in waves. Actually, there might have been some steam coming out of his ears and nose too.

Nikolai, on the other hand, sat relaxed like he just had another great, relaxing day. Sometimes I wondered how the three of us succeeded in not killing ourselves. Probably because Nikolai always kept his cool.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Dimitry’s voice bellowed in the car. I knew he couldn’t internalize his rage very long. With everyone else, yes. But with me, he usually lost his cool. “Because if that is your goal, let me know, and a bullet in your skull is an easier way to go.”

His grey eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. I pressed my lips together, refusing to get into an argument with him.

“If Michail wouldn’t have sent us a message of your plans,” he continued his rage, “you two would have been dead.” Another heartbeat of silence. “We didn’t survive into our adulthood to throw it all away, Sergei. Now, we make everything we ever wanted happen. Not throw it away for a damn woman that doesn’t even know how to keep her legs closed.”

“Okay, let’s all calm down,” Nikolai chimed in, his head leaned against the headrest of his seat. “Sergei and Michail got enough beating for one day. Probably for a whole damn month.”

Dimitry grunted something under his breath but Nikolai didn’t let it deter his cool demeanor. He turned his head back to Michail and me, and then continued. “Sergei, my brother. Next time you get an urge to crash an event and kill ninety percent of the country's mafia population… call Dimitry and I beforehand. So we can do it properly and with reinforcements.”

Michail and I shared a look. It wasn’t exactly what I expected but I’d take it.

“Hmmm?” Nikolai waited for my response.

“I’ll try.” And I would, but sometimes the rage cursed through me, making me impulsive and mad like my own father. Neither Dimitry nor Nikolai knew that I learned the true identity of my parentage.

Fuck, I didn’t want to be like him. If I turned into him, it would not bode well for my future.

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