Page 275 of Hate to Love You
“Hello Pol…” I growl, looking up at her.
She screams, and her new little fuck toy Teddy goes to pull his gun from his pants but from the shadows behind the door my brother Lev emerges, cracking Teddy in the face with his rifle. The blow is so hard that Teddy’s head whips around violently before crashing to the floor. Foolishly he again reaches for his gun, but Lev is faster, pulling his and aiming it directly at Teddy’s head.
“I’ve already proven I’m faster than you twice, fuckface,” Lev smirks darkly. “I wouldn’t try a third time. Or do. I don’t really care either way.”
Teddy throws his hands above his head, breathing heavily as his broken nose drips blood on the floor.
Silently, Polina appraises the sight in front of her.
I sit at the table, steadily holding my gun on her, Lev has incapacitated her shithead boyfriend, and Nikolai stands in the corner, in front of the half-naked, terrified girl we found here, who is now wrapped in his jacket.
“Roman,” my sister says cautiously, finding her words and smiling at me as she tries to take a step toward me. “What are you—”
I fire, hitting her hand.
Even with my silencer, the reverberations of the gunshot echo around the cold room. But the bullet hits its mark, shattering the bones within her hand, and sending blood spraying all over the floor.
“Oh my God!” She screams. “Fuck!”
Kicking the chair backwards, I storm toward her, and grab her by the throat.
“Where is Abigail, Polina,” I ask viciously. “And believe me, I don’t need you alive to figure it out.”
“Boss, we’ve got company!”
Cal’s voice in my ear combined with the gunfire erupting in the hallway momentarily distracts me. Polina takes the opportunity to knee me in the crotch, sending me stumbling backwards.
“You took away my justice!” She croaks at me. “That bitch killed my husband!”
“You never gave a shit about your whore of a husband!”
“I gave a shit about the business we were starting, and that slut nearly ruined it!”
“A business that was never sanctioned by me!” I roar. “I’ve already told you, we don’t fuck with the sex trade Pol! You already know the reasons.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the reasons!” She snaps back, cradling her bleeding hand. “It was ours! And we were making money!”
“On the backs of slaves!” I snap, pointing to the cowering woman in the corner.
“That’s rich coming from you, Roman!” She spits, tears streaming down her face. “Everyone is a slave to you! And I wanted to be free of all of you!”
“Then you wanted the impossible,” I snarl darkly. “You never get to be free of me, and we don’t fuck with the sex trade! It could jeopardize our relations with other contacts in this business!”
She laughs, collapsing into the chair on the opposite side of the table.
“If you’re referring to Jaxon Pace, then fuck you, and fuck him too.”
“It’s not my fault he didn’t want to marry you,” I hiss venomously. “But none of this matters. This little business venture of yours is done. You’re going to release all of these captives, and you’re going to tell me where the fuck my goddamn girlfriend is.”
“They aren’t captives,” she snarls. “They are my property. I bought them. Fair and square. Just like I bought your little girlfriend from her husband.”
The fuck did she just say?!
All I see is red.
Grabbing her long blonde hair, I yank her out of the chair and throw her hard into the concrete wall. Her head slams back hard, and she screws her eyes shut, the impact causing her knees to buckle.
I catch her by the shoulders, lifting her and slamming her down hard on the table, denting it down the middle. I grab her throat as she scratches and claws at me, her long acrylic nails slicing into my skin, and smearing blood all over my arm.