Page 34 of Fall into Savagery

“We’ll come back soon,” Nikolay said, echoing what Mikhail had said moments before.

Then he closed the door. I watched as he and Mikhail climbed in the car and drove off, leaving me to stare from a distance. I looked away. The sight just reminded me so much of when Damien was taken from me, I wanted to hurl all over the car.

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DAMIEN

I lookedup when the door opened, and Leo walked in.

I hadn’t used the key to free myself, and Luca, the careless, stupid fucker, still hadn’t realized I took it from him, otherwise, there would have been men coming in to look for it.

It was currently hidden in the pile of hay beneath me, and I knew I couldn’t use it with Leo. Not with the state I was in.

They hadn’t come for me in a day or so, but I knew they were far from done.

I still didn’t know why they hadn't killed me yet.

My eyes tracked his movement as he walked further into the room with a bottle of Scotch in his hand.

He took a long sip before sitting on the floor and placing the bottle beside him.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I didn’t say anything.

And neither did he, for one long moment.

Then, “Do you know what day it is?”

My eyes narrowed on him. I didn’t even fucking know how many days had passed since I was jumped.

He smiled at me.

There was nothing happy about that smile.

“Today is July 12th. Do you know what July 12th is?”

I didn’t say anything as I took him in. I didn't know what that expression on his face meant, but I thought I saw anger and pain in there.

How … interesting.

Today was July 12th.

I knew why this date was important to me, but why should it matter to him?

It shouldn’t be the same reason it was important to me.

“Before the Vasiliev Bratva recruited me, I worked as a soldier for the Solntsevskaya Bratva.”

My eyes narrowed on him. He should have never been able to leave Russia. Not when he was in. The Solntsevskaya Bratva didn’t let people leave.

“I worked mainly in the Solntsevo District on recruitment.”

That was where I had grown up, where my father had been most of his life until I killed him … where my baby sister, Inessa, had died.

I didn’t show any reaction to that.

He laughed, the sound hollow and bitter.

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