I open the door, unsure what I plan to do once I’m inside,
Her eyes swim with emotion as she looks up at me, the ruthless cunt I’ve come to know gone. In her place is the little sister I once loved. The sister who fucking left me after I gave everything to her.
“Dmitri.” Her voice is so soft I barely hear it, but the name sends a jolt of emotion through me. An unwelcome jolt.
“Galina.”
“You came back.”
The corner of her mouth turns up, causing her split lip to crack farther and a small line of blood to dribble down. Despite myself, I feel my cock twitch and have the overwhelming urge to wipe it away, bring her to me.
She’d always been my weakness, so I spent decades training myself so that was no longer true.
Somehow, the little bitch still gets under my skin.
“I told you he was going to fuck you over,” I tell her needlessly, and she gives a wry smile, nodding.
“You did. I didn’t listen.”
I frown, not liking this timid woman in front of me. Stalking forward, I grab her chin and force her face up to look at mine. I can’t help but think of when we were in opposite roles only a day ago.
“What happened to you?” she asks, curiosity, not malice, in her voice. That she doesn’t ask me to free her speaks volumes. That she first asks what happened…. I shove it from my mind.
“I told you already,” I reply. “I was found and raised by someone not so fucking nice, but at least the fucker taught me how to be a real man, unlike that piece of shit Vasily.”
Her eyes gaze up at me, imploring.
“I should leave you here to rot,” I tell her.Like you left me, is the part I don’t say. The psychotic bitch actually smiles.
“It’s what I would have done to you. Are you going to kill me now? That’s why you’re here, right?”
I’m about to open my mouth when there’s a small buzz at my belt. The tracking app.
My nostrils flare as I lean down, lifting her chin to look at me.
“Him I expected it from. But you, little flower,you never came back. I laid in that dirt for hours bleeding out before I was found. And not by you.”
A tear spills over from her eye, my chest tightening as I stand. I’m almost at the door before she speaks again.
“I’m sorry, Dmitri. I love you,” she says in Russian.
I don’t turn back before shutting the door, plunging her back into the dark.
Chapter 37
Ginger
My nose throbs,and I keep forgetting about my cracked lip, splitting it farther. Ignoring the blood on my chin, I shift in my chains to get more comfortable.
It’s ironic, I suppose, that I’m down here in the place I kept Sin not long ago. I wonder how he managed to get out, but it hardly matters now. It grates on me a bit that he handled captivity so much better than me.
I think back to the other time in my life spent as a captive.
I mean, there was the first sixteen years of my life being captive in my own home, but then I was with my brothers. Despite the abuse Father put us all through, we had each other. Until one by one, we were deemed not good enough.
Galina, Dmitri, Artur, Alexei, Viktor, Maxim, Krystof….
Seven children born to a man who never should have had one. Our blood is tainted, I’m sure of this now. Even having only half of the blood of my brothers in my veins didn’t seem to stem the evil I've become capable of.