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I grasped a chicken drumstick and smacked Dimitri across the face with it.
Being a cunt didn’t make him any less attractive, unfortunately.
How cute. A threat from the Bratva Butcher himself.
“No way. No. Way! The Bratva Butcher’s favorite colour is yellow? I don’t believe it.”
“Ultimately, though, love…is death. Because to love someone—and I mean truly, truly love someone—your heart…your soul…are tethered to theirs. So, when they die, you die too.
Autumn had a hell of a lot of nerve talking to me about prisoner etiquette. Bitch never shut the fuck up.
“It all worked out for the best, though, didn’t it? Your children seem lovely.” He snorted. “My children are demons.”
Lukyan’s face turned red. Any minute now. Any minute— “Aleksandr got married!” I whipped back in shock. What? Nikolai slapped his palm against his forehead. Aleksandr growled. “You’re such a tattletale!” he barked, thumping his fists against the cell bars.
If you do anything to hurt him, I’ll gut you from throat to pelvis and let rats eat you from the inside out. We clear?”
I’m thinking we go, kidnap him, torture Talon’s location from him, then finish the night with some Chinese food. Sound like a plan?”
People play the damn Jaws theme song when you walk down the hall.”
A king needed a queen, and anyone with half a brain knew the queen was the one who held all the power.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up,” I mouthed to him, enunciating every word slowly so there would be no mistaking what it was I was saying. He pointed a finger at me. “You shut up,” he mouthed back.
But then, of course, he had to go and ruin it by opening up his big, dumb mouth.
He wasn’t hard to find. The sound of furniture being smashed, of glass breaking, came from a few doors up and to the right.
“Stop throwing shit at me!” “Stop saying stupid shit!”
What the hell is it that you want?!” “You!” he snarled, full of anger and fire. “Then fucking take me!”
“What if I can make it worth your while? Say, $100,000?” I gave him a deadpan stare. “Don’t insult me, Allistair. I have that much hiding in the cushions of my couch.”
“I don’t kill people who hurt my children, Talon. I take them home.”
What the fuck was going on? Who was this man? Because he certainly wasn’t the Dimitri I knew. First, he admitted point-blank that he missed me. Then, he got down on his fucking knees. And finally, he said he was sorry. Dimitri Volkov. Said he was sorry. S-O-R-R-Y.
“You fuck with me again, and believe me when I say, they’ll never find your fucking body, Butcher.”
“Why weren’t you in bed?” “I heard a noise downstairs, so I went to check it out.” “Why didn’t you wake me?” I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not sure I like your tone.” “Fuck my tone, Autumn!” he growled. “A group of assassins just broke into our house and tried to kill us.”
“You need someone to watch your back.” “You misunderstand me. I don’t need one because I already have one.” I looked at Autumn. She wiggled her fingers through the air.
