Series: Series by Ker Dukey
Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Splitting open the buttons on my shorts, he drops to his knees to yank them down my legs. These animals are accustomed to meek, fragile women who have been reduced to nothing more than compliant slaves, so he feels no hesitation in putting himself in such a vulnerable position. That will be his second mistake. His first one was opening that stupid mouth of his.
A smile curves my lips when his eyes narrow at my panties, or more at the image on them. A one finger salute. When I saw them, I knew I had to own them for this exact moment. Turns out, the panty store made my bodyguard, Jason, uncomfortable, so as soon as I paid, I bolted out the back door.
Yuri is busy laying out torture equipment on his desk and holding the phone to his ear to pay us any attention. Yuri barks at someone on the line to send Darya up here and my heart flitters. Did he really say Darya?
My Darya?
Donkey Dick looks up at me with an incredulous sneer. I mouth, “Shhhh,” and flash my teeth, flicking the rose lid from my ring and dragging the small blade along the fucker’s throat. It’s quick, too quick for him, but I need to take him out as fast as possible so I can focus on my real target.
Blood gushes from the asshole's throat, splashing and tapping against his chest like rain against a windowpane. Yuri hears the gurgling noise and turns abruptly, his beady eyes widening in alarm. A smirk creeps across my face as I lean closer, taunting the dying man, “I thought you liked violence?”
“You little bitch, what did you do?” Yuri fumes.
“Oh really?” I roll my eyes. “Is that all you have for me?”
I waste no time stepping out of my heels and launching them at him. One pings off his chest the other off of his forehead, cutting his papery skin open and seeping a blood path down the side of his cheek. “You cunt!” he bellows. “I’ll cut you into a million pieces and feed you to the other whores.”
He’ll never get that chance.
“You still don’t know who I am, do you?” I laugh bitterly, tearing the wig from my head and dropping it to the carpet, my blonde hair spilling free. I don’t bother removing my brown contact lenses because this ass probably wouldn’t even remember my eyes were blue.
“Alyona Voskoboynikov. One million. Torture. Rape. Kill,” I spit each word, reciting the bounty he put on me in The Games.
Recognition flickers across his face, only to be quickly replaced by an arrogant and patronizing sneer. “It was too much, especially considering someone would have done it for free if only you didn’t use your cunt to ensnare those stupid, fucking abomination twins to get you out.”
“It’s okay for you to get Viktor out, for you to break the rules, but not for them?”
Anger turns his face bright red. He doesn’t like my knowledge of that fact.
“Are they here with you?” he asks, darting his eyes to the door behind me, apprehension tightening his old frame.
“I don’t need them to save me this time,” I punch out every word.
Laughing, he picks up a tool from the kit he’s laid out. Each one looks like something used by a vet to help birth calves, with a variety of knives and dildos thrown in. He palms one of the knives and points in my direction. “You’re a fool for thinking you could walk into my home and play grown-up games. I always knew you’d end up here in the end, under my blade.”
“That’s funny,” I say, with a flicker of amusement mixed with finality, “because I always knew this is how it would end, too.”
With a swift flick of his wrist, he sends the gleaming blade flying toward me, its edge reflecting the light. I’m agile and well trained, so dodging it is second nature. The steel blade embeds itself into a wooden frame behind me, that encases a nauseating painting of Yuri.
With a quick tug, I dislodge the weapon from the frame and flash a grin at him. “Thanks for the weapon.”
He rushes to grab another from the cluttered table, but I dart toward him with determination, completely exposed except for my flimsy “fuck you” panties. Adrenaline surges through me as I kick him hard in the back, following up with a swift punch to the side of his head. He may be aging, but he’s still a formidable opponent, easily three times my size.
Amazingly, he manages to stay on his feet, swinging a blade at me eagerly and slicing into my thigh with a sharp sting. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I lock eyes with him.
“I’m going to break you, and I’ll use Zahkar’s real brother to do it,” he taunts, a cruel sneer twisting his lips. There’s a dark, gleeful glint in his eyes that sends goosebumps rising over my skin.