Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
The time to talk about any of this was over.
I could see Dmitry nodding in my peripheral vision, but I didn’t say a thing.
“Let's go, brat,” he told me, and I shifted the car into gear.
The drive back to Butcher and Son was a blur, and the low hum of the engine barely registered in my chaotic brain through the rush of my blood pounding in my ears. I knew Gio was still fighting. It had been hours since we left, but he’d signed up for several more fights that were set for well after the heartfelt breakdown in the locker room.
When we arrived, the rundown building loomed ahead of us. There was this dark and angry atmosphere that surrounded it.
Great. It matched the black rage simmering inside the both of us.
“Let’s get this fucking shit over with.”
Once inside, we made our way to the locker room. We pushed through the doors, and the second we stepped inside, the sound of the shower running and the steam billowing out of the short hallway told us where Gio was.
The dim light cast long, ghostly shadows on the broken tiles and cracked cement. Dmitry was right behind me, his presence a solid, unwavering force. But as the seconds passed, I knew something was off.
The humid air hung heavy in the confines of the small space. But there was… something else—something that made the hair on my arms stand on end. I took another step toward the shower, but when I heard a gruff male groan, followed by a feminine gasp, I saw red.
I was moving before I even realized it, and when I rounded the corner, that’s when I stumbled upon a scene that made my blood turn cold and my vision red.
Gio was naked and stood under the spray of water… and had my goddamn sister pressed up against the tiled wall. He shifted, and all I saw for a second was tattooed skin, but when he moved to the side once more, Tatiana’s small form came back into view. Her hair and clothes were soaked from the shower, and she had this dazed look in her eyes as she stared, softly smiling, up at Gio.
He said something low and indistinguishable in Italian, and then he leaned down to kiss her.
It all seemed to happen in slow motion, taking hours, but I knew only seconds had probably passed. My stomach twisted with rage. Her hands were in his hair, gripping him as if she never wanted to let go. And him—he was so wrapped up in her that he didn’t even notice us enter.
“Cock-sucking motherfucker,” Dmitry growled under his breath.
I couldn’t move. The sight of them like that sent a shock of anger through me.
My sister with fucking Gio.
My sister with fucking any man.
Gio should have known better. He should have known Tati was forever off-limits.
I hoped he lived it up because he was about to fucking regret every single choice that led him to this moment.
The fucker still hadn’t noticed we were just feet from him, but as if I’d spoken out loud, Gio pulled back from my sister and looked over his shoulder at us.
There was no shock. No remorse. In fact, the motherfucker turned to face us, totally fucking naked with a massive hard-on, and grinned like the bastard he was.
“Cукин сын.” Son of a bitch. Dmitry hissed the insult.
“Мудак.” Asshole. I grinned back at Gio and undid my cuffs, then loosened my tie and unfastened the first couple of buttons of my shirt. “This has been a long time coming, douchebag,” I snarled, my voice low and laced with fury.
“Oh God,” Tatiana said and, a second later, shut off the shower before stepping out from behind Gio. Her eyes were wide, and I narrowed my eyes as I took off my jacket and tossed it to her. Tatiana’s eyes met mine, and although there was shock and horror, the longer the seconds passed, the more I saw her defiance rise.
“You’re gonna regret this, motherfucker.”
Gio took a step closer, his grin spreading.
“You took something from us that wasn’t yours,” I hissed, meaning more than one thing. We’d come here to confront him about taking out Tati’s assailant. And now we found out he’d been seeing our sister.
And probably fucking her. I didn’t know for sure, since we hadn’t caught them in that intimate act—thank fucking Christ—but they’d looked way too comfortable in that moment with each other to not have been together in that way.
I was shaking with rage and sensed Dmitry was too, so it was through gritted teeth that I pointed out, “You made a move in our world without our permission.”
Not only in our world but with our sister, too.
The surrounding air thickened until it was suffocating. Violence was inevitable, and I felt my anticipation and the hum of pleasure it always brought me coursing through my veins.