Page 91 of Til Death Do Us Part (Kornilov Bratva Duet 2)

I can still hear shots coming from the front of the building, but they are happening less often than before. Whatever is happening up there, it is about to wrap up. I hope Seamus and his men come out victorious.

If not, at least I’ll have this victory before Fedor’s men kill me.

“That’s what I thought,” I say, standing over him. “That’s kind of your thing, isn’t it, Fedor? Overpowering those who are weaker than you? Beating people who can’t fight back?”

Fedor’s mouth turns up in a smirk, but the expression doesn’t reach his eyes. His eyes are those of a cornered animal, searching desperately for escape. He keeps checking the building to see if any of his men are coming to save him. “Is this about me kidnapping Molly or when I impregnated her?”

“Raped her,” I correct. “You drugged her and raped her, and I should have known the moment she told me what you did that you were unredeemable, but I thought maybe I could help you.”

“Help me?” He snorts. “Is that what you call keeping my son from me? Is that what you call lying to me and sleeping with the mother of my child? Were you helping me? Well, excuse me for being confused.”

“I was helping them,” I say. “I was keeping them safe from you and hoping that you would turn it around and become a human again. But no matter how hard I tried, you became more and more of a monster, and now, you are irredeemable. There’s nothing else to be done.”

His breathing is growing heavy, and I know that even without a final shot, Fedor will bleed out back here. He will lie in the grass and spill his blood until there is nothing left. It may take a while, but he’ll die.

“Giving up on me so easily?” he gasps. “I thought you would always protect me, Vik.”

His voice is a mix between a sneer and a plea, and I know it is his way of begging for his life. He is trying to appeal to my big-brother heart. He is trying to make me feel something for him, but he is too late.

“I am protecting you,” I say, kneeling down in front of him, looking into his eyes. “I’m protecting you from yourself.”

He opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can, I press my gun to his temple and pull the trigger.

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