Page 20 of The Bratva's Bounty

Opening my mouth, I was about to ask Nicole about what the fuck was going on but never got a chance. "So, rules are simple: break everything you want in the roombesidesthe walls, windows, ceiling, and floor." Stopping at thedoor, she turned to look at me fully with her excited grin. "Oh, and other people, of course," she added before eagerly throwing the door open.

Warily, I walked into the concrete room behind Nicole. The room was bare except for a wooden desk stacked with various objects like vases, cups, a flat-screen TV, and other little nickknacks. On the floor were stocks of objects as well, all in a random assortment. Then, the walls were sparsely lined with various wall decorations, except one wall would be nearly bare if it weren't for the objects lined against it.

Squealing and clapping happily, Nicole shut the door with her foot and pulled her phone out to put on some… "K-Pop? Really?" I mused with a flat sigh as I watched her go over to the wall lined with various bats, clubs, wrenches, and what have you. "What the hell are we even doing?"

Without looking back at me, Nicole replied while browsing the weapons. "Oh, come on, don't act like you've never been to a rage room."

The fuck?

Approaching her, I grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face me. "I do not have anger issues," I remarked with an offended scowl.

Raising an eyebrow, Nicole studied me with a quizzical look for a moment. "I never said that. What would even make you think that, little lion?" She scoffed with a dry chuckle.

Irritated at her reaction, I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall, trapping her between my arms. "Why else would you take me to arageroom? Obviously, you're trying to tell me something." I sneered, baring my teeth at her when my scowl deepened greatly. "I do not need to get my anger out or any of that shit, so there's no point in taking me here unless it's to tell me I got arealproblem with my temper."

Scoffing, Nicole rolled her eyes at me. "Wow, you are so taking all of this the wrong way," she remarked with a low chuckle, almost sounding like she pitied me. "The only thing I'm trying to tell you is to loosen up. Seriously, you're always so tense and mister macho serious." She chuckled weakly, placing a hand on my chest and stroking the area of the tattoo.

Hooking her other arm around my neck, she pulled herself up close to me. "I just thought this would be a nice way for us to blow off some steam, relax,have fun. I mean, anger issues or not, I don't care as long as you don't direct any of it toward me." Her voice was soft and sincere enough to get my nerves to calm down. "I mean, yeah, you're a little hot-headed, but at least you've got your head on straight in the right direction," she teased with a giggle.

Unable to help it, I let my eyes flutter close with my soft groan when I felt the back of my head being stroked by her fingers. "Stop doing that." I dragged out with a soft sigh. "I'm trying to stay firm with you." I was fucking putty in her hands.

"Aww, but you're so much better being my good boy." She cooed with a deep chuckle. "Don't you want to be my good boy?"

I should be offended right now. She was treating me like some damn dog! But by God, did it make me melt. Something about her rubbing and scratching my head felt amazing, and her saturated voice was lovely. "Nicki… If you don't stop, I'm going to break that table because I fucked you too hard on it." I was somewhat serious.

My cock was straining against my pants right now, and fuck did it hurt. I wanted, no needed, to bury myself into her hot cunt. I wanted to make her come undone on my cock until she wouldn't be able to form a single thought, let alone talk back to me and be in charge.

"Don't threaten me with a good time before the date's even started." Nicole's sultry voice whispered into my ear with a hot sigh. "Finish breaking shit in the room with me first, then maybe I'll let you break the bed with me later." Oh, as if she wasn't being a sly vixen herself.

Giggling, Nicole patted my cheek before picking up a crowbar, giving it a few practice swings before approaching a podium with a vase on top of it. Then, pulling back, she swung at the vase, shattering the thing into two big chunks with a squeal. "Come on, Lev!" She encouraged me with a grin before swinging repeatedly at the wooden podium, chipping away at it.

Hesitantly, I picked up a metal bat and approached Nicole from the side. "Uhh, are you sure about this?" It felt weird to think about smashing things in such a calm and casual manner.

It was one thing to utilize and break objects in a fight, but in a controlled setting? Even for a destructive and violent guy like me, that didn't feel too right.Well, maybe it felt wrong to me because of all the reprimands I got in my life for breaking shit around the house.

"Little lion, it's okay, just take a swing," Nicole assured me with a warm smile and nudge. "This whole place is meant for breaking, so swing, be a destructive little shit."

With a shaky breath, I smacked the bat against my palm a few times to get a feel of it while I looked for my target. I mean, I knew what I wanted to hit, but I was reluctant about it because it felt like the moment I shattered the TV, Nikolai would bust down the door and scold me. Or worse, Nicole would scold me because maybe it was some test that I failed.

After a few nervous flickers of my eyes at Nicole, I took some tentative steps toward the TV on the wooden desk. Then, with one last look at Nicole, I gulped and swung the bat that suddenly weighed a thousand pounds to me. My tense heart exploded with the screen of the TV the moment the bat shattered it, and I held my breath in anticipation of the raised voice that would burst my eardrums.

Yet, it never came.

The only thing that filled my ears was the sound of my heart pounding away in my chest, along with Nicole's cheery giggle.

"There you go! Keep going!" she encouraged me with a soft laugh before the sounds of glass breaking filled the room from her going at more objects.

Well, I started, so might as well finish it.

Plus, not gonna lie, it felt good to break something andnotget in trouble for it.

Unable to hold back my excitement, I let my face break out in a crazed grin as my arms swung freely. From the TV to the desk, the bat took out everything in its path as I let loose. The little trinkets that lined the table either fell to the ground and broke, or they were broken because I brought the bat down on them.

Object after object, anything I set my eyes on became nothing but pieces. Shards of wood and glass flew in every direction with every swing of our weapons, and the sting of cuts kept the rush of excitement alive. I should be alittle more mindful since I didn't put on any safety gear, but what's life without a risk?

Pausing for a second, I looked at Nicole, watching with amazement as she destroyed a small table with a gleeful grin. Her attention slowly went to me after she was done decimating the object. "What? Do I have something in my hair?" she asked with a tilt of her head.

Chuckling, I shook my head softly and waved her over, watching as she scrunched her eyebrows together and approached me warily. Grinning widely, I waited until she was within arm's length before grabbing at her, causing her to squeal.