I get to have fun with you for a while before he comes and we have to get back to business. Are you excited? I am.”
Fuck her father to hell.
May he burn there.
Viktoria supposed when Boris wasn’t getting the reactions from her that he wanted with the hood still on her head, that’s when he decided to rip the damn thing off. The tie around the neck choked her as he yanked it off her head, but he didn’t seem to care.
Not surprising.
This man felt nothing.
For the first time in two years, Viktoria came face to face with the man she hated more than anything else in the world. She stared him in the eyes—the same eyes she’d watched light up with glee as she’d begged him to stop and when he’d made her bleed. She sneered at the sight of his cold, evil grin; a smile that he’d used to lure her into a house that was supposed to be the start of their marriage, but was actually a prison where he’d hurt her worse than anyone else ever had.
This man was her monster.
She knew the scars on his face. The slit in his lip from a fight he’d said happened when he was a teenager. The slice through his left eyebrow from a wayward knife at a bar. Where his hands rested on his jean-covered knees, his knuckles were full of white, crisscrossed scars from fights he’d gotten in over the years, and men he’d beaten to death.
Those hands he’d used to hold her down. Those hands he’d beat her with. Fingers that had touched her bad. Touched her wrong.
Boris reached up to touch her face again now that it was visible, but Viktoria wasn’t having that. Not this time around, not when she could see the bastard coming for her. She snapped back away from his touch, but never once looked away from his face.
She wanted to see those eyes. Then, maybe he would know. Yes, she was scared. Yes, he did this.
But yes, she hated him. Yes, she was going to fight.
He could take from her again and hurt her. But no … she was never going to be his. He could take but if she didn’t give, then it wasn’t his.
He was evil.
He was a monster.
That didn’t mean much to her anymore. She was frightened of the things he might do to her, but she was not scared of him. Those were different things.
She knew what he could do to her. He’d already done it. She knew how he could hurt her. She’d lived through it once. Was he going to do it again? Would it be worse?
“Fuck you,” Viktoria spat.
Boris smiled and leaned in close so that his mouth grazed her ear as he spoke. She shuddered as his warm words drifted over her skin like the way his teeth had left their marks on her throat once. “Soon, Viktoria. Very fucking soon.”
“Boris, we need to go over the plan!”
The call from the other room was the only thing that pulled the monster away from her. His cold gaze never left hers as he straightened. It was the first time she took the chance to glance around and see where she was.
In a room.
Obviously.
A house, maybe?
She couldn’t be sure.
Boris winked when she looked back at him. “Don’t go anywhere or make plans, yes? I’ll be back soon.”
Yeah, she bet.
The prick.
18.
“STOP.”
The dark, irritated order drew Pav’s gaze away from the tip of his knife that he’d been spinning against the pad of his fingertip. He’d been so focused on his task that the rest of the passengers on the private jet—compliments of Konstantin, apparently, because who didn’t want to be rich enough to own a fucking jet?—simply drifted away from his immediate thoughts. He had other things to handle, now.
Across the aisle from him, Kolya sat like a brickhouse in another seat. The man’s cold gaze continued surveying him like he was trying to understand what Pav was thinking about. He had news for him—don’t bother, you’ll never know. He’d never tell them, anyway.
It was better for everyone if Pav just stayed tucked away in his mind while they handled this business. They didn’t know the dangerous, horrible things he was considering doing to everyone in his path right now, and they didn’t want to know.
Kolya included.
That, he could promise.
“You’re dripping blood on the seat,” Kolya said. “Konstantin will have a pissy fit. None of us want to listen to him bitch, yeah?”
It was only