Page 3 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

“I have to tell you something,” Michail whispered under his breath.

“I don’t think now is the right time for confessions,” I muttered back.

“I texted Dimitry and Nikolai on the way here.”

If we survived the Polish by some miracle, I wasn’t sure that we would survive Dimitry and Nikolai. They’d beat our ass and we couldn’t fight those two. First, because they were my brothers and second… well, because those two were the ones that taught me all my fighting skills.

“Shit.” I added a few more curses.

“Are you enjoying the party?” Some fucker that stunk like a distillery stood in front of me. I couldn’t see his face, but his huge belly was way too close to me. I might get blinded by it. His English was bad, his accent even worse. “I’m Bartek, the head of the Polish mob.”

What? Was he serious? Before I could even process anything else, I started laughing like the mad sinner they called me.

“You?” I barely got the words out.

A punch followed, although not by that stinky fellow who became Irina’s husband. I still couldn’t stop laughing. “I bet Irina enjoys her wedding night,” I spat out.

A rain of punches came down on me but I refused to stop grinning. Oh, the vengeance was sweet. I tasted blood in my mouth and trickling down my face but I didn’t give a shit.

“No wonder they call you Mad Russian Sinner,” Bartek snickered.

“Put me down and I’ll show you why they call me that.”

He wouldn’t do that. Of course, he wouldn’t! He was a coward, through and through.

“Beat the other one too,” he commanded his minion. It was hard to tell how many of them were in the room. “After all, we believe in equality. Poland is a democracy.”

Moron didn’t know what democracy meant.

I heard grunting behind me but Michail wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. It was the reason I liked him as my backup man. He always had my back, and I always had his back.

“You are a coward,” I growled. “You should untie us and then let’s see how tough your tongue is… Before I cut it off.”

There was a kick to my head. The guy was too stupid. He neared his head to mine to check out what damage he had done. I took advantage and headbutted him. A yelp left him, and he backed out like I burned him.

“Where are you going?” I raged. “Come back. I was barely getting started.” I felt the blade cut my flesh but the adrenaline was raging through my veins, making me oblivious to the pain. “Come here, fucker! I’ll show you how I can beat your ass with my hands tied and hanging upside down. You miserable, piece of shit.”

Another rain of punches fell over me, but I held my mouth shut, the only sounds in the room, Michail’s and my grunting, and fists hitting our bodies.

Commotion and yelling sounded outside. I didn’t give a shit. My only goal was giving another punch to these motherfucking assholes before I died.

The door slammed open with a loud thud, sounds of guns blasting in the distance echoed through the room. Or was it above us?

“Now, now, Bartek,” Dimitry’s voice reached me. “You aren’t trying to hurt my little brother, are you now?” My oldest brother’s voice dripped with rage and simmering hate. Dimitry terrified people whether he tried to or not. But when he tried, they shit themselves.

I grinned and was sure my teeth were bloody and gruesome.

“They crashed my wedding.” Okay, as far as the excuses went, Bartek’s wasn’t that bad.

“Should have sent them on their way,” Nikolai said. I would bet Bartek was pissing himself looking at Nikolai right now. “Now you have extra dead guests upstairs. All your associates from drug trafficking.” He let the silence linger. “Oh, and your guards are dead too. You are just left with those two here that are torturing my brother and his friend.”

“What do you want?” Bartek wasn’t very bright.

“You will untie my brother and his friend,” Dimitry barked the order. “And they better not get another scratch. Otherwise, I will give you one in return. That will mark you for life.”

Bartek issued the order to his men in Polish. I knew enough just to understand he told them to ensure we didn’t get hurt.Not so brave anymore, are you?

The moment we were lowered, Dimitry was by my side while Nikolai was by Michail’s.

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