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The killing, the cleaning and fixing for the Ruin, for the Bratva, did help satiate all the heinous shit I felt deep down Having soility, the saive it back tenfold, was a whole different kind of fight

It was the hits to my body, that pain wrapped up in brutality, thatother than the brokenness that shaped the man I was today

And it was in this sphere where the bloodthirsty anger of what rowing until it threatened to s you whole And then you unleashed it within thethat blood and flesh cover your chest and soak the ground, a visual that you were strong, that you were here, that no one and nothing could take you down

It meant you were real

I sat on a se and focused onas I flexed the that darkness creep up on me

But ever since that all-consu to unravel, to fray around the edges as it spread outward until I’d be nothing but tatters on the ground

The need to possess her had started to control iven any part of myself to another person, never allowed anyone to have that kind of control over me

So this hat I needed, to brutally destroy, to feel pain… to allow soive it to me

And thenbeast ent by the Russian nalish A killer for the Bratva, a man as darker and deadlier than evenhi as dark as he wanted

And he was exactly the ht He’d be as violent toward me as I would be toward him

And right now I needed that

He stepped in close, the lifelike wolf head tattoo covering the entire front part of his chest and other Bratva insignia inked on his big body