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Adrik
“Why can't you control your woman?”
Viktor grumbled as we walked to the outbuilding.
“You shouldn't have bashed her around. I mean threatening to stick a needle in her eye. That was cold, Viktor,”
I said with a smirk that turned into a grin when he stopped walking. I didn't.
He caught up with me. “Pakhan, I always do everything you request of me. How did you get away with all the shit you pulled with her?”
“I didn't. She torments me in ways you will never comprehend,”
I said with a dark smile.
He grunted, but his eyes were curious. “Will you marry her?”
I frowned as we reached the door. There was no need for rituals with what we had, but the question niggled at me. I’d made many enemies over the last twenty years. Díma was the perfect example of an inside job that posed a threat to Ania. The thought of anyone laying a finger on her made me clench my fists. She would always be a target while she was associated with me, but as my wife, she would have some clout within the brotherhood.
“I mean, it took you enough time to realise—”
“Idi na khuy,”
I snapped to him. Go to the dick.
When he chuckled and held the door open for me, I decided Ania did the right thing by ordering him a dildo. He could go fuck himself with it like I just told him to.
“No wonder the Krolik survived,”
he said grimly as we approached the operating room.
An image of my beautiful broken Bunny breaking down in my office flashed through my mind. Those gut-wrenching deep sobs that pierced my black heart reminded me of a time when I sat bleeding in the corner of the room, terrified to sleep on the bed. My Bunny’s blood had dried in their home and that vile shed. I was violated by relative strangers in comparison to Bunny’s abusers. Her own flesh and blood violated the natural laws of humanity.
“Did you burn it all down?” I asked.
“I started from the shed and worked my way to the house, Batushka,”
he said quietly.
I nodded because I did the same with the documents Viktor collated. Considering she was a hacker, she never delved into her past or erased any part of the girl who once existed. Rurik Abrosimov was absolved from his interference, and as a token of my gratitude, I had a bottle of vodka hand-delivered to him. It didn't sound like much, but a man like him would recognise that the bottle was worth almost $1.7 million.
Viktor pushed the door open, and I stepped inside the room. The light was dim, and the tubes buzzed and flickered. Vadik stood with his back to us as he checked the tools laid out before him like a surgeon. He glanced at us over his shoulder before he switched the bright lights on for his operation.
“Welcome, Pakhan. I have quite the show for you today,”
he said with a wicked smile.
Pasha began to struggle against the straps holding him on the surgical bed. While Olya was tied to the hand trolley so she would witness her husband's torture, but it wasn't enough for the evil old bitch. Their mouths were gagged for now, but it wouldn't be long until their screams filled the room.
“Vadik use the eye speculums on Olya. I don't want her to miss anything,”
I said to him before turning to Viktor. “Make sure her eyes don't dry out.”
“A marvellous idea, Pakhan,”
Vadik said, snapping his gloves on with relish, the excitement ringing in his voice.
He scurried to the far side of the room, rummaging in the shadows until he returned with his tools. He wasn't gentle, but when she began to shake her head, Viktor intervened and grabbed her hair with both hands, holding her still as the doctor did his job.
I smiled coldly at their combined muffled screams of terror. My fingers itching to begin recording their demise, but it was too early for that yet. Once they were finished securing Olya’s eyes, I walked toward them, standing between the husband and wife, who were unwittingly clueless as to why they were tangled in Bratva business.
“I am Adrik Ilyin, the Pakhan of the Brotherhood. Do you remember Ania?”
I asked, staring into Pasha’s wide, dark eyes, watching the flicker of recognition before the fear swallowed it up.
When I looked at Olya, she was staring at her husband. I smiled. She might not need the eye speculum after all. The accusatory look and brief glimmer of anger spoke volumes. I enjoyed seeing how the sadistic doctor had spread the speculum to their maximum capacity.
“You took something that didn't belong to you, old man. You touched someone you never should have laid a finger on. Both of you tortured an orphan child,”
I said as the anger within me began to burn my insides at the word orphan. My Bunny was me, and I was her. “Well, today is judgment day for your sins,”
I said, finishing off coldly.
I glanced at Vadik, who held the tiny scalpel that glinted under the bright light, before nodding to him. “Begin,”
I said, reaching over to pull the dirty rag from Pasha’s mouth.
Viktor removed Olya’s, and I handed him the rag I held, not wanting to get any part of Pasha’s DNA on me. As the doctor made the first incision close to Pasha’s shoulder, I pulled my phone out to record the audio in the room. Vadik was swift and precise with his incisions. The scalpel sliced down to his belly, with blood pooling and dripping down Pasha’s body.
Oh, but the screams and pleas. Those beautiful screams drowned out the memory of my Bunny’s heartbreaking sobs.
“I tried to stop him, I—”
Olya wailed.
I swivelled around and slapped her face so hard that I thought the speculum would come out, but it remained in place.
“Liar, you starved a child and treated her worse than an animal,”
I roared, unleashing my fury, leaving her to whimper as I turned away from her to see Vadik peeling away Pasha’s skin, opening him up like a pair of curtains.
Viktor went to stand beside the doctor, peering at the exposed ribs and organs. The doctor put the scalpel down and lifted the rib cutter while I watched Pasha’s terror. The wet crunching sounds joined the screams as Vadik cut through the ribcage. Within mere minutes, he carefully lifted the sternum and ribs as if they were a crown.
I stared at the culprits, my heart pounding as hard as Pasha’s exposed one. This was for Bunny. I was her fucking monster for as long as our hearts beat. My eyes narrowed on Pasha as his shock set in.
“Vadik, do whatever is necessary but keep him awake,”
I said to him, but a delayed scream filled the room, and my concern faded away as the pleasure of watching them suffer returned.
Viktor remained silent, but his eyes blazed as he watched the doctor work. He glanced up at me and shook his head, which would appear to be admonishment, but his slow smile was one of admiration.
The live autopsy had only just begun.