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“What about security cameras?” Sam asked. “And recordings, it would look weird if he was recorded in the building right before the kerfuffle started, but no record of him leaving.”
“Something tells me that the security recordings are going to be damaged.” Nika watched the drama on the monitor for a moment. “Okay, let’s find the secret exit, then make sure the fight is over before we do or say anything we can’t take back.”
Chapter Thirteen
Yvgeny had had enough. Enough of other people thinking they could walk into his hotel, his home, and do whatever they wanted. Take whoever they wanted. He strode toward the British man, whose injuries had already mostly healed.
He was going to make sure the bastard never bothered Samantha. Ever.
His aunt shook her head. “Stop him.”
Her bully boys moved to get in his way, but Baz caught up to him first, putting a hand on his shoulder and bringing him to a stop. “I know you want to tear him apart, or cut his head off, or maybe his dick—if you can find it,” Baz said. “But I need him for something.”
Yvgeny studied his cousin’s face. He looked almost...happy. In the way a shark is happy when an injured fish swims past it.
“You’ve piqued my curiosity,” he said, relaxing slightly. He waved at the Brit. “Do your worst.”
Baz stepped around Yvgeny, but his aunt’s men didn’t get out of his way.
Baz sighed and looked at his mother. “Move your dogs before I do.”
The British asshole laughed. “This is delightful. I never thought I’d witness the Breznik family go after each other.”
Anna waved at her men and they retreated.
Baz walked over to crouch in front of the asshole. “I want you to take a message back to your family of fuckups.”
Yvgeny had to laugh at how polite and positive Baz sounded.
“Because if another fucking one of you step foot in New York City again,” he said, his voice dropping to a growl. “I will tear your heads off and throw what’s left into the Hudson River for the fishes.”
“Who is this idiot?” the Brit asked Yvgeny. “Just how new is he?” The man looked at Baz and said, “Idle threats are never a good idea.”
“I thought the news would have gotten around already,” Yvgeny said. “This is no new member of the family. This is Bazyli.”
“One of your family members called me Bazyli the Insane,” Baz said. “He’s dead now.” Baz glanced over at the pile of heads. “Sorry, I’m not sure which one of those belonged to him.”
“You’re a myth,” the other man said, staring at Baz. “A piece of fiction.”
Yvgeny watched as a serrated smile cut itself across his cousin’s face. “Surprise.”
The Brit’s gaze darted across Baz’s body, as if cataloging every detail. “They say you drink blood from people who...”
“...are drunk. I do. I’m still atoning for my sins.” He leaned forward. “But you have evil intent, so killing you won’t add to my list.”
“I don’t believe you,” the Brit declared.
Baz stood and shrugged. “Then you have no value to us at all, and I’ll let Yvgeny kill you.”
“I can’t believe your family let you live this long,” Baz’s mother said to the Brit. “Stupidity causes so many problems.”
The vampire gave Baz another quick examination. “He really is...”
“Yes,” Anna said. “Don’t you think I know my son when I see him?”
The speaker crackled then Nika’s voice came out of it. “Baz, wrap this up, will you? Sam wants to kick that British guy in the nuts and I’m starting to think it’s a good idea.”
“Perhaps it’s the city that’s affected you, Bazyli, gave you a reason to care,” his mother said. “You hadn’t killed anyone in years before coming here.”