dead was they needed some kind of information.
“Ah, yes. A true barbarian,” I hissed.
His eyes flashed from anger. He shook his head, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “It’s my understanding that the Federovs eat their next of kin for breakfast, Sacha.”
I resisted laughing, but I kept the crooked smile on my face.
“Well, given you fucked up my timetable,” he hissed, his anger surfacing, “let’s get this over with.”
I was surprised he was speaking in English. Perhaps he believed I’d forgotten about my country as well as my duties to my family. He was wrong. I remained silent, stretching my hands without a single one of them noticing. The chains were tight, but they’d been rushed in their actions.
“What do you want?” I asked, more to keep the conversation going. Chloe didn’t appear to be close. Was she upstairs or had they already… I couldn’t allow the thoughts to enter my mind. If they’d hurt her, they would all die.
“A location,” Dimitri said casually. When I didn’t respond, he chuckled. “Of your brother.”
I couldn’t have been more surprised; perhaps Dimitri thought he could kill two birds with one stone. He’d been sent to kill the remaining empire. Where the hell had my brother gone? “I do not know, nor do I care.” I kept my answer succinct, although I realized they wouldn’t appreciate it.
Dimitri issued a volley of hard punches himself, stopping short then running his fingers through his hair.
The pain was almost blinding, but I refused to react.
He laughed as he rubbed his jaw, but it was easy to send his growing frustration. “Chertovski bespoleznaya svin’ya.”
Fucking worthless pig. The words meant nothing to me.
“While I do not doubt your hatred of your brother, there is no way you do not know his whereabouts.”
I found it more difficult to breathe, every muscle in my body aching. There was no doubt my ribs were cracked. There was nothing for me to say. Mentioning Chloe would only put her in further danger. I had to get the fuck out of the chains.
“Especially given the fact he was the one who killed your father.” He allowed the words to linger, his eyes twinkling.
What the hell was the fucker getting at? I’d learned a long time ago never to react, including to words meant to pull me out of my training. Today was no different, but my mind was already searching for any signs what the bastard had told me was the truth. I kept a grin on my face, laughing softly even as the agony rolled in waves.
He seemed perplexed that I said nothing, shaking his head before glaring at me. “I will say, the images of your father’s crucified body were thrilling, especially to my father. It was good to have your brother under our thumb.”
Whether or not I showed any kind of reaction didn’t seem to matter to the brutal man.
“What?” he asked, laughing gregariously after issuing the single word. “Did you not think your brother was capable of such a heinous deed? What he told me over several drinks was all about how much he loathed his father. I think slitting your father’s neck with a hunting knife created a great satisfaction. Of course, he underestimated just how powerful you’d become.” He inched closer, giving me another disapproving gaze. “Then you ran off like a scared little puppy.”
“Then what the fuck do you care about him?”
“Because my father doesn’t want anyone left from your family.”
His words did little but piss me off, but they offered a glimpse into the reason behind the hunt on American soil. The Petrovs were terrified I’d resume control. I offered a wry grin in replacement of acknowledging his bullshit remarks. I doubted this was about my brother at all. Dimitri just wanted to enjoy torturing me.
Dimitri took a deep breath, then motioned to his men. “Do what’s necessary.”
As they approached, at least two of them with metal pipes, I shifted my mind into another location, using the training my father had insisted on to block out a portion of the pain.
But the memories that surfaced were ones better left in the darkness.
One in particular I’d locked inside a black box until now.
Until the pain became too much to bear.
“You allowed that bastard child to come into our home, Father. He’s not worthy to bear our name,” Michail snarled as he confronted our father.
I stood on the outside of the door, listening to the conversation. I’d been made aware of certain rumors, some indicating Michail had