Page 50 of Cruel Bratva King
“W-What?”
He stepped forward with his hands dug into the pocket of his jeans; his heavy footsteps bounced off the walls of the room.
“You are shaking like a leaf, and you haven’t even gotten to the good part.”
There is a good part?
Not wanting to be enveloped by the darkness hovering around the spot close to the door, I followed Sergey and stepped into the light.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, but all he did was leer.
“Look closely, Lilianna. There is always something more beneath the surprise.”
Skeptically, I paid close attention to the body curled up on the floor, and that was when I saw who it was.
Messy, but now bloodied, dark hair, and the same simple clothes from the clinic. It could only be him, though barely unrecognizable given his current state.
My eyes widened, and my blood ran cold. Nausea swept me, and I had the overpowering urge to vomit everything I ate in one week.
“Derrick?” My voice was nothing but a whisper.
Despite the raging emotions I experienced, I couldn’t shout or move from the spot. It also appeared, neither could Derrick. He was so severely beaten up he didn’t even flinch or react when I called his name.
He appeared dead.
Hot tears welled up in my eyes, and I looked up at Sergey.
“How could you do this?” A tear slipped out of my eye and rolled down my cheek. “How could you be so cruel and inhumane?”
That upset Sergey even more. “If he was just a friend, you wouldn’t care so much.”
What?
“Sergey, what are you talking about? I wouldn’t even wish this for an enemy. My goodness, what is wrong with you? How could you look into this man’s eyes and not feel a sliver of empathy?”
His jaw tightened. “Do I look like I give a shit about empathy, Lilianna? If I did, I would not have gotten this far; if I did, my body would have already been rotting with the worms underground. So, fuck empathy, Lilianna. That shit is not for the best of us. However, this was merely a warning…”
I glanced at Derrick with a hand over my mouth, still not able to process the sight in front of me.
“…this is exactly what will happen to any man who dares to touch even a hair on your body, do you understand? I will cut off their filthy fingers and toss them to wild dogs to feed on. Trust me, Lilianna. That is not a threat but the fate of any bastard that dares to lay a single finger on you. You belong to me.”
It happened so fast; I could barely register.
One minute I stood in front of Sergey, and the next, I was bent over at a corner, reaching my gut out. I heaved so badly that tears poured out of my eyes at the same time.
By the time I raised my head, Sergey was at my side, and I noticed the flames die out of his eyes as he tried to assist me.
How could the same man be fire and ice?
“Are you okay?” He reached out for me, but I slapped his hands away.
“Don’t you dare touch me!” I screeched. “Get away from me!”
“Lilianna,” he tried again, his voice softer. But he could tell I was panicking.
“Get away from me, Sergey,” I snapped. “How can you stand there and pretend to care for me while an injured man lies there on the ground.”
“Why the fuck do you care so much for that asshole, huh?”