Page 95 of Savage Desires

"Greed. My uncle wants more power. Having alliances with both families will strengthen his hold on the city. They are imbeciles. Yuri will manipulate every move they make. If they prove useless, he'll just take them out and replace them with someone more amendable."

"Where are they?" Kisten asks.

Oleg hesitates. I hit the clamp, making him cry out.

"Just because my man is asking the questions doesn't mean you're not still my rabynya. I own you, Oleg," I say coldly.

"Yuri's compound. Everyone that wasn't at the mansion or Mecca are protecting the compound. Damon and Larissa are with him."

"Who is Larissa, and why is she important?" Kisten asks.

"She's Yuri's illegitimate daughter. She's in charge of Mecca."

"Madame," I say the name like a curse.

Oleg nods.

"Is there anything else we should know?" Kisten asks.

"Nothing…"

"Are you sure? Your response will determine if you die quickly or screaming for mercy," Kisten says.

"I told you everything I know. I have no reason to lie. I'm already dead."

"Not quite yet, rabynya." I smile at his confused expression, and he blanches when he realizes I'm not done with him yet.

"Just kill me! I told you everything!" he says desperately.

"Too bad you're a slave, and what happens to you isn't your choice. It's mine," I say coldly.

I reach for the clamp, and Oleg starts shaking his head, repeating 'no' over and over. I grab the clamp and yank. His flesh tears away like paper. Oleg makes an ungodly sound before passing out. When I drop the clamp, his dick is in shreds, part of it still in the jaws of the clamp.

Kisten stares at me with a mixture of pride and horror if there is such a thing. I stand on my tippy toes and kiss his cheek. "Finish him for me, my love."

Hera skips up to me, clapping. "Excellent show! I'm so proud. You'll make the most prolific serial killers list in no time!"

A single gunshot sounds behind me, and seconds later, Kisten wraps his arms around me. I relax back into him.

"Now what?" I ask.

"I hear the Russians are throwing a party tonight. We should crash." Hera says, then heads to the stairs. "Oh! Don't forget your trophy!"

"Jesus fucking Christ," Cutter mutters.

"You're not taking a shredded dick home with you," Kisten says.

"There's only one dick I want at home," I reply.

I should probably walk away without taking anything of Olegs. It feels sort of like the line that will make my serial killer dreams a reality, but I also kind of want a reminder of what I did here tonight. I feel powerful. I'm not the rabynya anymore. I'm free. I own myself now, and I can do whatever the fuck I want to do.

Oleg wears a ring. It hurt like hell when he backhanded you with that on. I approach Oleg's body and grab his hand. I hesitate momentarily before sliding the ring off his finger and sticking it in my pocket. It's not a finger with a mustache tattooed to it, but this is a memorable trophy just the same.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

KISTEN

It takes less than an hour to arrange for Gunner’s and Shawn’s men to meet us at the Russian compound. Thanks to a call from Hera, T.J. is bringing a small arsenal. The plan is pretty straightforward: gain access to the compound and kill everyone.