Throne of Vengeance (Throne Duet #2) - Rina Kent Page 0,84
I touch him up the sides and down his chest, feeling him. “Are you not injured anywhere?”
“I’m good as new. Told you bullets can’t kill me.” He grins, motioning behind him at a red-bearded man who seems to be around the same age as Julian. “Ask Flame or Godfather.”
“I told you not to joke about that!” I hit him across the chest, forcing him to release me. “You’re not bulletproof, you idiot. And what’s with the whole suicide mission? Were you really going to take Rolan on your own?”
“I would’ve sniped him down just fine if not for that fucking kid. I’m going to kill him.”
“So now you’re blaming it on a kid?”
“Peter was the one who handed me over.”
“That good-for-nothing?”
“He’s not good for nothing, after all. He was the one who pushed you down the stairs, and I’m going to find him and push him into a grave.”
Oh. So Peter was the perpetrator. I knew his voice sounded familiar back then. I shake my head, not wanting to focus on that.
“Don’t change the subject,” I scold. “This is about how you went on this mission without telling anyone.”
“It’s what I do.”
“I can’t believe you. I really can’t believe you. You will never change, will you? You’ll just continue to do whatever you please and to hell with what everyone else thinks or feels.” My voice breaks at the end and I hate the vulnerability in it.
God damn him.
“Hey, Princess…” He tries to catch me by the arm, but I pull away and stride to the exit.
“Let’s go home, Vlad.”
The latter glares at Kyle as if he wants to kill him on my behalf, then follows after me.
“You’re leaving?” Vlad asks once it’s just the two of us.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I breathe harshly, then whisper, “Is he following?”
“No.”
“Really?” I snap.
Vlad grunts. “If you wanted him to follow you, then maybe you shouldn’t have, I don’t know, rejected him?”
“Screw him.”
If he doesn’t know how to take a hint, I’m not going to do his job for him.
But he will eventually follow.
Right?
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Kyle
“Fuck!”
I kick Rolan’s lifeless body. Even the arsehole’s death doesn’t feel as victorious as I thought it would.
Rai disappeared down the hall with that fucker Vladimir. He’ll have even more of an opening to be beside her now that I’m not there, which has been his purpose all along.
Motherfucker.
“She has you by the balls. I’m disappointed.” Flame leans against the doorframe and places a cigarette in his mouth, but instead of lighting it, he keeps flipping his lighter on and off. His Beware of Fire Hazard tattoo peeks out from underneath his sleeve with the movement.
“Shut the fuck up, Flame. He almost clipped my nails from my sniper hand, Godfather!”
“It didn’t happen.” Flame pauses flipping his lighter.
I narrow my eyes. “You wanted to do it.”
“But I didn’t. And stop moaning to Ghost like a little kid.”
“I’m going to—”
“Enough.” Godfather sighs, staring down at me. “Do you have the time to bicker with Flame right now? Shouldn’t you go after your wife?”
My throat bobs up and down with a swallow. “You saw how mad she got. Besides, I’ve already let her go.”
“Have you?”
“Yes, I have. Aren’t you the one who told me I’m dangerous to those I care about?”
“She didn’t seem to mind your craziness.”
I stare at him, unsure. “Really?”
“She was more worried about saving you, and did everything in her might to have as much manpower as possible. She was trembling when she found out you were taken by Rolan.”
That means…she cares, right?
Hope mounts and explodes in my chest with a force that leaves me breathless for a second. She would probably kick me in the balls if I chased her, though. But would it be worth it? Fuck yes.
Godfather slaps me upside the head, and I groan. “Ow. What was that for?”
“You’re married, already. Stop making people worry about you.”
“You…” I scratch the back of my head. “You don’t have to worry. I’ve changed.”
Flame scoffs from the background. “Changed, my arse.”
“Piss off, Flame. Your job here is done.”
“I think I’ll stick around for some time. Take me with you to the Russians. Heard there’s much more action there.”
“Over my dead body.”
“That won’t be a problem, punk.” He points his lighter at me, then flips it. “I made you.”
“Made me?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Fuck you.” I sigh, then focus back on Godfather. “Anyway, I’m a grown-up.”
“Then act like it.” He flicks my forehead. “And come visit. Elle asks about you.”
“She does?” I whisper my bemusement. “After everything that’s happened?”