Page 49 of Sins and Virtue

“Let me go!” I screamed and fought, resisting Kon.

“No, you’ll only get hurt,” he yelled with unexpected force.

But I didn’t care. I needed to save Mauricio.

Reverend Mother and Sisters Alice and Marie ran to my side.

“He’s right, Blair. Think logically. We need to wait for the authorities.” She tried to remain calm, yet she couldn’t fool me with her shaking hands and failing stance.

The rugged-faced bastard gave an ultimatum. “No fucking cops. No negotiation. I don’t want to hurt the kid. I only wanted him.” He pointed the gun straight in front.

I froze, staring back and up at the expressionless Russian behind, who had vengeance in his eyes and bloodshed in his veins. He wasn’t just any man; he was a Made Man forged by Death and cruelty.

His hands dug into my stomach, fingers raving in loose control. “Stay here,kotyonok,” he commanded with a darker, lethal edge.

The look of death alone made me stay put as the heat of his arms fled my body as he walked forward towards danger without any fear. Without any second thought to the value of his life.

Fear held me hostage in my own body as the sisters made a sign of the cross as they began praying.

He strode forward, one arm extended with caution. “Let the kid go and we’ll talk.” He ordered mercilessly.

“No, not yet. This is a guarantee. Now, the brotherhood has come to collect.” He switched to speaking Russian as they violently began to exchange words.

God, what did he want from him?

Suddenly it went from bad to worse as the degenerate pushed the gun further into Mauricio’s neck as he screamed, clawing at his forearm.

This was the nail on the coffin as Kon balled his fist and, without notice, bolted at him; a shot fired as everyone screamed. Dread anticipation lingered as he kept going. The delayed reaction allowed him to slam his fist in the fucker’s face, knocking the assailant's ass to the ground. This was a golden opportunity as Kon helped Mauricio to escape as I opened my arms wide and he ran into them.

Thank God.

Tears wavered in the lines of my eyes as I held his trembling body. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” I rubbed his back, voice shaking.

My eyes snapped back to Konstantin as he watched me, a soft smile conjuring on my lips as, in slow, calculated movements,the assailant on the ground stared up at him and then took the gun and pressed the trigger.

A piercing thud resonated loudly as he hunched over, dropping to his.

“Konstantin!” I screamed from the bottom of my lungs.

The bastard held a smug smirk; however, even on his knees, bleeding, hands on the grass, Konstantin grew stronger. Somehow, he slipped behind him caging him as he brought his arms around the bastard’s head and twisted it. A faint snap as he went limp.

Dead. In his arms.

Konstantin lets him go as his face falls face-first into the dirt grass.

Kon’s chest heaved as he looked back at me, his gaze finding me like he needed to find comfort, but before he could say another word, he collapsed flat on the ground.

Without thinking or breathing, I handed Mauricio over to Marie and ran to him. Hovering over him as I kneeled down, putting his head on my knees as he looked up at me, his eyes hazed. My sight ran down to the red gaping hole in his lower stomach. I lifted his shirt to see the extent of the damage, as I feared the reality.

My heart ran rampant with too many emotions.

“There’s too much blood.” My lips quivered as my hands became soaked in red, the back of my eyes stinging. “Someone help! Call the ambulance!” Yelling again at the nuns, the cops, anyone who could hear.

“Stay with me! Kon, look at me!” I said as his eyes began to close.

Chapter 7

Blair