Page 97 of Mafie Trials

“Make him bleed, Ghost.” He kisses me on the cheek before walking over to the table of torture devices, the only thing that makes this room look like an actual dungeon.

“Where did you learn to suspend people like that?” I whisper to Damien as I study the intricate way the chains wrap around the man's body.

“Let’s just say there’s a right way to tie people up and a wrong way. He earned the wrong way.”

I snort in response. This man and his obsession with bondage has so many advantages. The three of us watch as Lev heats up the end of a crowbar. Well, damn. My ghost doesn’t play around.

When he approaches the man, he rips out the gag and pinches his cheeks so hard I think he may break the guy's jaw.

“Being a part of the Sun’s Bratva is aprivilege.” He brings the hot flat end of the bar and presses it to the back of the man's ear.

Screams ring out all around us and that’s when I realize where I’d seen the mark before. I move over to Damien and see the sun symbol behind his ear. Alexi notices and pulls his hair out of the way, showing me the same mark but with a crown at the center.

“We all have them. Some cover theirs to be discreet. You can also opt for a UV mark in case you’re a member who is tasked with secrecy, or their involvement needs to be kept to a minimum. Only we know that though.”

As the traitor's screams fade away, we watch Lev go back to the table and switch out the crowbar for some brass knuckles.

“Wait, I was sent here by them. I swear it.” The man screams in agony, but his words are clear. We all pause, taking the time to look at one another.

“By who?” Alexi steps up, walking to the man while Lev hangs back.

“I…” He sniffles. What the fuck is up with these weak ass traitors? If you’re going to go against the fucking Russian Mafia, you need to have a backbone.Fucking idiots. “My Boyevik instructed me and a small team to come here.” Another pathetic choked sob. “We were told to extract the boy and the girl.”

So his higher command is the real rat here.

“What is his name?” Alexi asks, barely contained rage simmering off of him. Carefully I approach him, threading my fingers with his and squeezing. The man’s eyes widen seeing us together. I have a feeling the man’s eyesight is worse for wear.

“I didn’t know,” he sputters. “I didn’t know she was yours.”

“His name.” The deadly calm in Alexi’s voice makes the man pale even worse than before.

“Victor Tamm. I’ve been his for six years now. None of us knew. I vow to you, none of us…”

The shot that rings through the room startles me. I never even saw Alexi remove the gun from the holster, much less aim and pull the trigger.

“What the fuck, bro?” Damien says running over. “I was just starting to have a little bit of fun!”

“He was useless. We have the name we need now. He did not deserve to suffer if he did not know. However, I simply cannot let him live after touching what’s mine, so I ended it.”

“That wasn’t your decision to make alone,” Lev says, stepping up to us. “We do this as a team or not at all.”

I can see the tension in Lev and Damien’s body grow, and I think I get it. We have been adrenaline junkies from the moment I got here, throwing ourselves into running or training hard at the gym. Since I got hurt, we haven’t gotten back into a routine. They need to get their anger out.

I kiss Alexi on the cheek before stepping back to take Lev’s hand and nodding to Damien.

“Come with me?” I don’t care that Damien is still covered in blood and shirtless, or that Lev smells like burnt flesh. I planned to meet with the girls for training after my jog; they can come now too.

I let go of Lev’s hand as I walk out of the room, and they follow me back up to the gym. Laney and Nessa are already there, warming up and stretching.

“You know you’re covered in blood, right?” Laney asks Damien with her arms crossed in front of her.

“Does it turn you on?” he asks her, waggling his eyebrows.

Nope, nope, no. A million times no.

I elbow him in the gut before Laney can respond. “Flirt like that with my bestie again, and it’ll be your balls I aim for next.”

He bends over coughing from my surprise attack and when he smiles at me, he actually looks excited about me hitting him in the balls.Fucking masochist.

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