Page 132 of Whispers in the Dark
She arches a brow.
I tilt my head, side to side.Could be better. Just want to get out of here and rest at home. With you. Preferably naked.
A blush spreads over her cheeks as she peeks over at the doctor and then looks at me.No sex.
I scowl.
You need to give your body a chance to heal properly.
I raise my hands to protest when she signs…
There are other things we can do while we wait.
The corners of my lips curl up.I like the sound of that.Her eyes soften, her body inching forward.But first, there’s something I need to take care of.
“I’m fucking ready for summer,” Vin complains as he pulls his SUV before the warehouse, stopping in front of the large doors.
Stepping out into the cold air, I see my breath transform into a white puff of smoke as I rub my hands together.
This feels like the longest winter on record.
The warehouse doors part, and Alex, Leo, and Eli walk toward us.
“He’s pretty cranky,” Leo tells us, sliding his hands inside his pockets.
“I think after getting your ass kicked, then shot, then getting stitched up so you can await your impending death, all while spending a few days in your enemies’ territory might make you cranky, too,” Eli adds, slightly chuckling.
Alex looks at Vin. “You’re sure this is what you want? Because once we kill one of them, there’s no going back.”
Vin drags his fingers through his hair. “There’s no going forward as long as they’re breathing amongst us. Our family will always be in danger while they’re here.” He jerks his chin at me, gripping my shoulder. “This is all you, big guy.”
Nodding, I step toward the building while fury grows tenfold inside me. I’ve envisioned every single way I plan on bringing pain to Kazimir. Every way to make him pay for hurting my wife.
I don’t want his demise to come fast, but slow. So slow, he begs for mercy, which I will never show him.
I want to see fear in his eyes as I steal his last breath from his lungs.
I want to play God and decide the exact moment to end his miserable life.
I just need to do it before my pain medication wears off.
I lead the way inside, finding Kazimir hanging from chains that dig into his wrists. He looks like shit with his face barely recognizable, covered in bruises and gashes, dried blood plastered to his skin.
He deserves everything coming his way.
Kazimir’s puffy eyes focus on me. “So, I see you survived.” He spits at the ground inches from my feet. “That’s unfortunate.”
I circle him, trying to decide how to start my revenge. A pair of brass knuckles resides in my back pocket, but they don’t feel likeenough. A revolver is in my coat pocket, but a bullet to the head is too quick and painless.
And I want this monster to suffer.
For blackmailing Alina.
For putting his hands on my wife.
For attempting to take her away from me.
For arranging to sell her like a piece of cattle to the highest bidder.
