Page 118 of Sinful Wrath

I turn around to face Maxim. “That’s none of your fucking business.”

“Oh, I beg to differ, Koslov.” His lips pull back in a sneer. “You should be fucking thanking me, by the way.”

“Why the fuck would I thank you?” I step toward him.

“Because I shaped her into the woman she is today.” Maxim smirks. “She likes it rough, huh?”

It takes a second for me to register what he’s talking about.

“It was you? You’re the one who locked her up in that room and fucking threatened to rape her?” I want to end this fucker.

Anton steps slightly in front of me, but I won’t let anything get in my way now I know that Maxim Ivanov is the reason for Lucia’s nightmares.

“She’s still talking about me?” Maxim has on a sly grin that has me seeing red.

“Mikhail!” Anton yells, but I barely hear him over the roaring in my head.

Before he has a chance to stop me, my fist smashes into Maxim’s jaw.

He cries out in pain as a bone cracks with the impact, but that is just the beginning.

I land a few more punches to his face, splitting the skin over my knuckles before Anton locks his arms around me and tries to pull me away, but I fight him off.

“He fucking touched her.” I slam my fist into Maxim’s nose.

“We need him alive.”

I’m barely listening.

Reaching for my knife, I slice through the ropes binding his ankles and wrists and haul Maxim to his feet.

“Mikhail—” Anton starts, but I ignore him as I start to drag Maxim back outside toward the SUV. “Mikhail!”

I throw Maxim to the ground before opening up the trunk.

“Where the fuck are you taking him?” Anton yells.

“Straight to Alexei. The sooner I can put a bullet through his head the better.”

The sound of a gun safety clicking off catches my attention.

I whirl around to find Maxim pointing my gun straight at my head.

The fucker must have pulled it free when my back was turned, and I was too lost in my own rage to notice.

“Mikhail!” Anton yells.

I lunge for Maxim, grabbing hold of his wrists to try and dislodge his aim, but he’s strong despite his injuries.

Sending a knee into his abdomen, I get Maxim to stumble forward, and I glance down to find the gun now aimed straight for my chest.

A shot is fired, and I brace for the pain.

But it never comes.

Maxim’s body jolts, and then falls to the floor with a thump, revealing a panting Anton lowering his gun.

I stare down into the unseeing eyes of Maxim Ivanov. “What the fuck are we supposed to do now?”