Page 118 of All Your Hate
Wynter sighs and looks at me. I come around to her side of the table and kiss her forehead.
“What about the girls at Lakeview?” Luka asks. “Did you have to work there?”
How the fuck does he know about Lakeview?
“Y-yes. Volkov paid me to help him out with anything medical when he needed it.”
“Dmitri Volkov?” Wynter’s voice is now brimming with hope.
“Yes. You must understand why I can’t say no to him.” Edward looks straight at me and my stomach drops.
“What do you mean?” Wynter asks.
“You don’t know? Your boyfriend works for the man as well.” There’s a smugness on Edward’s clammy face as he thinks he’s got one over on me.
“No, he doesn’t. Noah. Why would he say that?”
“I don’t—” I start to say.
“I—I saw you there. One of his girls needed treatment. I saw you talking by the pool.”
He was spying?
“Let me go and I can help you take him down. I know who his boss is. You can go directly to him yourself. Make a deal and get rid of Dmitri.”
“Noah, what the hell is he saying?” Wynter’s voice shakes and I take her hand pulling her to the side.
As I look her in the eye, I realize I can’t lie to her anymore. Not about this anyway. “I had to, Wynter. Dmitri threatened you and my father. I had to say yes.”
I’m worried I’ll lose her and we’ll be back to square one, but her frown softens and she wraps her arms around me. “You should have told me. We could have figured it out together,” she says softly.
“You’re not mad?” I don’t understand it. I’ve kept the one man that she’s determined to kill from her. I’ve been doing his fucking bidding because I’m too scared to lose her.
“Oh, I am pissed. But I get it. No more hiding stuff from me though. You know I’m more than capable of handling it all.” She holds the bloodied scalpel that’s still in her hand up to my eye level and I groan. My cock hardening.
Grabbing her waist, I spin her so her hips hit the table in front of us and I start to pull her dress up.
“Not in here! You absolute heathens. Go find your own place to fuck in,” Luka bellows out.
“Oops,” Wynter giggles and pushes me away. “Sorry doc.”
“I’ll tell you the name if you let me go,” Edward says so slowly I can barely understand what he’s saying.
“Not happening,” Wynter says. “You’ve hurt a lot of girls in more ways than one. You don’t deserve to walk out of here. Luka, I know you want to kill him, but there’s something I need to do first.”
“As long as he can still speak after, do whatever you like.” Luka leans against the counter next to the sink and watches her curiously as he tries to figure her out.
She takes a breath before holding the edge of the scalpel against Edward’s finger right above the knuckle. “I’m going to leave here a very happy woman knowing that every finger that has touched me and all the other girls youexaminedwill be gone.” She leans down on the scalpel and Edward screams as it slices through. It stops as it hits the bone. “This is harder than I thought it would be,” she says with frustration. Standing behind her I place my hands over hers and help her to remove each of his fingers.
Luka cauterizes each one with a blow torch so Edward doesn’t bleed out before he can have his own fun.
By the time we’re done my cock is painful, the head sore from constantly rubbing against my pants and Wynter's ass.
Luka stares at us strangely. “Jealous?” I smirk and he rolls his eyes.
“If you’re done I need to get my own answers before he bleeds out.”
“What about the name of who’s in charge of Dmitri?” Wynter asks. “We might still be able to get it out of him.”