commanded.
She shook her head.
“You promised I would be set free.”
“My promises mean
nothing unless I swear on my sister’s life, so either sit down or I’ll have my
guards nail you to the fucking chair.” He flashed his teeth at her, his smile
sinister. “And I promise that on my sister’s life.”
Still shaking, she
headed for the table, slipping into her seat. She looked down at the gun as though
it was a King Cobra snake, primed and ready to attack her at any moment. Not
feeling the same way, Sasha reached for the revolver. Instead, he felt nothing
but comfort as his fingers wrapped around the grip. He lifted it up and aimed
it at the window, knowing the thick glass was bulletproof, but still wanting
the pleasure of pointing a gun at the Black Russian.
“It’s not meant to be
aimed at me, my beautiful Sasha,” the Black Russian replied. “It’s meant to be
aimed at your damaged mind.”
Sasha moved the gun
to his temple. “So, you want me to kill myself so no blood stains your hands?”
The Black Russian
shook his head. “I’m giving you a choice.”
“Why? You’ve never
given me one before,” Sasha spat. “All I am to you is an animal. You order me to
sit and stand, to fetch and kill, like the other guards. But you can’t make me
do what you want anymore. My baby brother is dead, which means you have nothing
to blackmail me with.”
“Yuri is alive and
well,” the Black Russian replied. “He’s in my bed, waiting for me.”
“Yuri is not alive,
I saw him murdered before my eyes. Whoever you have in your bed isn’t my
brother.”
The Black Russian’s
face turned vicious. “It is him!”
“You’re delusional. And
if he did return from Heaven, he’d choose to burn in Hell rather than see you
again.”
The Black Russian
slammed his hands against the window. “I want my sweet boy back, not this
spiteful savage before my eyes.”
“I’m not your
boy, never was and never will be.”
“Never say never,
Sasha. You of all people should know that. I’ve broken the strongest and lifted
up the weakest. I can mold anyone I please into whatever I want, like I’m going
to do with you.”
“You won’t be able to
if I blow my brains out.”
“I predict you
won’t.”
“Oh, so now you can
predict the future?”
“ Da , and yours
looks very grim if you don’t relent to me.”
Sasha sneered at him.
“I would rather shoot myself than do that.”
“You will relent.” The Black Russian’s gaze moved to Andriena. “And I’ll do it through
her.”
“I don’t care about
Andriena, so you have no hold over me.”
“You’re lying, Sasha,
otherwise you wouldn’t have given her your food or kissed her. And the way you
ground against her... It was full of desire and need.”
“I don’t need
anyone!”
“You do, like I need my
sister.”
“You’re wrong, you
incestuous freak.”
The Black Russian
smiled wickedly. “Incest is a game the whole family can play.”
“You’re a sick fuck.”
“So true, but sex is
such a gift; one my sister loves receiving from me.”
Sasha screwed up his
face. “Because she’s sick like you.”
“No, she’s sicker,
but in a charming, sexy way. No one compares to her. She’s the most incredible
person I’ve ever known, a pure joy—”
“I don’t want to hear
about her. Just tell me the rules of the damn game.”
“Watch how you speak
to me, Sasha. Again, you can only push so far before something snaps.”
“These might be my
last words, so I won’t waste them on talking about someone I hate even more
than you.”
The Black Russian
shook his head. “For the first time I wish it was you who died instead of
Yuri.”
Sasha closed his eyes
for a moment, the grief of losing his baby brother still searing his soul. “I
wish that too.”
The Black Russian
frowned. “He didn’t deserve to be shot down like that. You were supposed to
protect him.”
Sasha exhaled slowly,
willing himself not to show how much the Black
She shook her head.
“You promised I would be set free.”
“My promises mean
nothing unless I swear on my sister’s life, so either sit down or I’ll have my
guards nail you to the fucking chair.” He flashed his teeth at her, his smile
sinister. “And I promise that on my sister’s life.”
Still shaking, she
headed for the table, slipping into her seat. She looked down at the gun as though
it was a King Cobra snake, primed and ready to attack her at any moment. Not
feeling the same way, Sasha reached for the revolver. Instead, he felt nothing
but comfort as his fingers wrapped around the grip. He lifted it up and aimed
it at the window, knowing the thick glass was bulletproof, but still wanting
the pleasure of pointing a gun at the Black Russian.
“It’s not meant to be
aimed at me, my beautiful Sasha,” the Black Russian replied. “It’s meant to be
aimed at your damaged mind.”
Sasha moved the gun
to his temple. “So, you want me to kill myself so no blood stains your hands?”
The Black Russian
shook his head. “I’m giving you a choice.”
“Why? You’ve never
given me one before,” Sasha spat. “All I am to you is an animal. You order me to
sit and stand, to fetch and kill, like the other guards. But you can’t make me
do what you want anymore. My baby brother is dead, which means you have nothing
to blackmail me with.”
“Yuri is alive and
well,” the Black Russian replied. “He’s in my bed, waiting for me.”
“Yuri is not alive,
I saw him murdered before my eyes. Whoever you have in your bed isn’t my
brother.”
The Black Russian’s
face turned vicious. “It is him!”
“You’re delusional. And
if he did return from Heaven, he’d choose to burn in Hell rather than see you
again.”
The Black Russian
slammed his hands against the window. “I want my sweet boy back, not this
spiteful savage before my eyes.”
“I’m not your
boy, never was and never will be.”
“Never say never,
Sasha. You of all people should know that. I’ve broken the strongest and lifted
up the weakest. I can mold anyone I please into whatever I want, like I’m going
to do with you.”
“You won’t be able to
if I blow my brains out.”
“I predict you
won’t.”
“Oh, so now you can
predict the future?”
“ Da , and yours
looks very grim if you don’t relent to me.”
Sasha sneered at him.
“I would rather shoot myself than do that.”
“You will relent.” The Black Russian’s gaze moved to Andriena. “And I’ll do it through
her.”
“I don’t care about
Andriena, so you have no hold over me.”
“You’re lying, Sasha,
otherwise you wouldn’t have given her your food or kissed her. And the way you
ground against her... It was full of desire and need.”
“I don’t need
anyone!”
“You do, like I need my
sister.”
“You’re wrong, you
incestuous freak.”
The Black Russian
smiled wickedly. “Incest is a game the whole family can play.”
“You’re a sick fuck.”
“So true, but sex is
such a gift; one my sister loves receiving from me.”
Sasha screwed up his
face. “Because she’s sick like you.”
“No, she’s sicker,
but in a charming, sexy way. No one compares to her. She’s the most incredible
person I’ve ever known, a pure joy—”
“I don’t want to hear
about her. Just tell me the rules of the damn game.”
“Watch how you speak
to me, Sasha. Again, you can only push so far before something snaps.”
“These might be my
last words, so I won’t waste them on talking about someone I hate even more
than you.”
The Black Russian
shook his head. “For the first time I wish it was you who died instead of
Yuri.”
Sasha closed his eyes
for a moment, the grief of losing his baby brother still searing his soul. “I
wish that too.”
The Black Russian
frowned. “He didn’t deserve to be shot down like that. You were supposed to
protect him.”
Sasha exhaled slowly,
willing himself not to show how much the Black
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