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But I wasn't like most of the world I’d never submit to any man

Leonid Petrov was dangerous and violent He was a sociopath who killed simply because it was Sunday or he’d just finished a family meal And his two sons, Dmitry and Nikolai, followed perfectly in his footsteps Baby psychopaths in the fucking

“He’s in his office, waiting for you,” the soldier said in Russian

I headed toward Leonid’s office, passing closed doors that led to private roo off to the side beside Leonid’s office He gaveto open the door for me

I stepped inside and instantly took in the surroundings You had to know the layout of any place to be prepared I saw D on the couch in front of the fire Dmitry, eldest son to Leonid and heir to the Desolation Bratva underworld elint in his eyes I kneas reflected back from mine I’d heard the stories of Dhtered five men with brutal clarity and force that had even momentarily impressed me He’d be the perfect Pakhan one day, no doubt, a leader who made Satan cower in the dark

Nikolai, Petrov’s youngest son, let a slow, sardonic grin spread across his face He hter” of the two in ter attitude and what othersbut a twisted facade of a er- and toenails of a poor bastard who’d cut him off in traffic

Nikolai didn’t bother with the glass for his alcohol and instead held up the whiskey bottle and tipped it in ht it to his lips and took a long drink

Leonid was in the middle of a conversation on his cell phone My shoulders tensed andin the same room with the bastard

Once he was off the phone, he leaned back and clasped his hands to rest theavebut pleasant The fucker didn’t know happiness, not if it didn’t involve slitting so in their blood

Dmitry and Nikolai started a conversation with each other, the Russian too low for me to hear Leonid rose and walked around his desk before leaning against the edge and staring ateyes

“I wanted to personally thank you for handling the… little issue we had the other night with Maksi Although I kepttoward him before they flanked their father Their expressions were the same stony composure as the leader of the Bratva

“No thanks needed,” I said, focusing on Leonid The other two little shits not so I was afraid of “It’s what I do”

Leonid inclined his head in agreement “You can’t understand how hard it was for me not to just dispose of that trash myself” He took his hands out of his pocket and smoothed them over his tie, one that was silk and colored bloodred, the same shade that seeped out of the hundred different wounds on the ood for me in our business We don’t deal with that rinned and held his hands out “Bad for business, you understand We need to keep up appearances”

I wasn’t sure why he was tellingers had been cut off and part of his scalp torn from his skull Not tohis body Orfrohteen-year-old daughter His precious Tatiana

Although Leonid and his sons could’ve been called psychotic, and that would’ve been an understatement, I was pretty sure the fucker who had his life ended pretty damn violently had probably done more than just looked

The kind of death the ression toward her, an insult whispered in her direction, or even an obscene look The fucker probably hit on Tatiana

His dick had still been intact—or so I’d unfortunately noticed, since he’d been naked when I’d been dispatched to get rid of the body—so I knew he hadn’t actually touched Tatiana If the poor bastard had, they would’ve cut his cock off and shoved it in his mouth to make a point