Blood streams down his neck from where I smashed him, but it only makes him look crazier, more violent. He forces me onto the couch and puts his gun to my temple.
“God, I wish I could do this right now. I wish I could end you. But I know Matvei will come looking for you. You deserve nothing less, you little bitch. He’s probably headed this way as we speak. Just like he tried to save his brother. When it comes to the ones he loves, Matvei Morozov will do everything in his power to save them. And when he gets here, I’ll make him watch me kill you before I put a bullet in his brain.”
He uses the barrel of the gun to shove my head, before stalking away to the front door. A moment later, I hear the click of the lock.
Matvei isn’t coming to save me. I know that much. He’s made it more than clear to me that, in his eyes, we don’t have a relationship. We’re just two people that have been forced into close proximity by necessity. We’ve slept together, but outside of that, Matvei isn’t capable of loving anyone other than his own kin.
Turns out that might be a blessing in disguise.
As long as Rogers thinks that Matvei is coming, he’s not going to kill me. His big plan is to make a Morozov watch him take away a lover the same way Dmitry took away Brianne. He won’t kill me without Matvei being here to see it.
I clench my jaw and set my eyes on him, watching as he absently paces back and forth. I’ve never been in a fight like this, but I know that if I ever want to see my father or Nikolas and Matvei again, I’m going to have to do something to make sure I leave this place alive.
I refuse to die in this house.