Page 56 of Cruel Bratva King
I didn’t take my hands off his flesh, but I didn’t squeeze it either. “Start talking now,” I growled. I was seeing red now, and I was really going to lose my shit if he didn’t start talking.
“Giovanni Pietro,” he squeaked. “He planned all of this.”
I already knew that piece of information. I needed more than that. “What is he planning now?”
He didn’t give me an answer right away until I dug my claws into his flesh again. “I don’t like to repeat myself. What is he planning now?”
“Giovanni is planning an attack on the bratva,” he growled in the voice of a dying man. “And your death.”
“Thank you for the information. Have a safe trip to hell.” I snapped his neck in one swing, and the bastard was dead. Dreadful as I was, I always kept to my word. I didn’t lie to get favors or anything else from anyone else.
I promised him a quick death, and a quick death he got.
“What do we do now?” Nikolai asked. “We can’t wait for the Italians to attack before making a move. We need to stop them.”
“I can invade his territory and take him down tonight if you give me the order,” Vlad offered. “The Italians will be history by morning.”
“No, that’s too dangerous.” After tonight’s attack, Giovanni would be waiting for me to strike back, expecting me to act on ego and rage. I wasn’t going to give one of my brothers as a burnt offering to him.
“What then, sit around until he comes here and fuck us over?”
“Nobody’s fucking us over. Giovanni is a sneaky bastard. We need to think our plans through before we make a move. One mistake, and we’re food for the maggots.”
Silence hung in the air for a couple of seconds before Nikolai broke it. “How isnevestka?”
I placed my bloody hands on either side of my waist and drew in a breath. My mind was overloaded with mental images of Lilianna lying in that bed helplessly, her nightie ripped and her eyes shut as that bastard freed his tiny dick from his pants. The fucker quite literally died with an erection.
A new wave of rage coursed through me, making my blood boil. My eyes darted to the dead Italian in front of me, and I started to regret killing so quickly. My fists were itchy to pound into something, and my gun thirsted for Italian blood.
“She’s sleeping.” Even in the face of torture and death, my wife didn’t shed a tear until she was engulfed in my arms. I was so fucking proud of her.
“We’ll make them pay for what they’ve done. It’s a promise,” Nikolai said. Out of my three brothers, Nikolai was the one with the least taste for bloodshed. He always calculated his next move and preferred to talk things out.
Maxim always called him the softie because, despite his cold look, he had the most heart out of the four of us. That didn’t apply right now, though. His countenance was murky with the need to kill.
“Have the boys ready their weapons. We need to be ready just in case he chooses to strike when we least expect.”
“Will do.”
I turned to Vlad and Maxim. “We’re not taking help from other families, but let them know the Italians are begging for bloodshed.”
They both nodded.
Giovanni wanted to destroy me, but it was he who would end up destroyed. This wasn’t a common rivalry anymore. It was a war that had brewed for twenty fucking years.
One of us was going to die, and it wasn’t me.
Chapter 25 - Lilianna
The sun had risen up by the time I woke up. A few rays of sunlight filtered through the red gauze curtains to caress my skin. I hadn’t cared to take in the décor of this room last night, but it suited Sergey’s personality.
Everything was a shade of white and black, from the walls to the beddings. He didn’t have a lot of furniture in here, either. It was simple and cozy.
I stretched and covered my mouth as I yawned, ignoring the pounding in the back of my head. It wasn’t surprising that I’d woken up with a headache after how much I’d cried last night. My chest was still constricted, and I couldn’t lie; I wasn’t still in shock.
The memories were too fresh for me to quickly forget. Too tormenting that I couldn’t stop thinking of it.
My heart almost exploded in my chest when I looked around and saw Sergey sitting on my recliner at the other end of the room. I hadn’t expected to wake up to him sitting there, and it was even more scary that he had his gaze pinned on me the way he did as if I was going to disappear if he looked away. He had a newspaper in his hand.