Page 83 of The Games of Madmen

“I didn’t,” he replies casually, glancing back at me. “He found me. He thought I would give him information. That was a fatal error on his part.” A smirk forms on the corner of his lips.

“You’ve killed him already?” I ask, disappointment deflating my excitement from moments before.

Chuckling, he leans toward me, placing his hands on my shoulders. His tone drops an octave as his smile turns into a predatory, vicious grin, much like mine. “And deny you the honors?”

A thrill surges through my body, and I nod toward the container. “Let’s play.”

Sergei is strapped to a chair in the middle of the container that has a bed situated toward the back end, a bunch of video monitors pointed toward it.

“Do we want to know?” I ask, raising a brow at the bed.

“Other business, not yours.” He juts his chin at Sergei. “He’syours.”

“Still being a disappointment to your father all the way across the pond.” Sergei spits, the white, foamy fluid lands at Viktor’s feet. “Predatel.”Traitor.

“Traitor?” Viktor sneers incredulously. “I owe no loyalty to you or Yuri.Poshel na khuy.”Go fuck yourself.

Blood oozes from a cut on Sergei’s lip, a bruise blossoming over his right eye. Viktor must have had to get handsy to get him here. To look at Viktor’s clean appearance, you wouldn’t think it.

“Where’s your brother?” Rodion asks, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off, folding it and placing it on the ground near the door away from Sergei. Both Viktor and I observe with appreciation the planes of creamy deliciousness he’s put on display.

“You killed him.” Sergei narrows his eyes in disgust. We exchange confused looks, and Sergei tips his head back. “No fucking way your bitch did it.” He roars against the restraints, almost knocking the chair over while trying to escape, but he fails.

Dumdumdumdumdum.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Rodion slaps him across the face. Not a punch, a fucking slap, and the man’s pupils expand like a rising tide swallowing everything else.

“Where is my niece?” Sergei demands, sweat running down his bald head, his muscles tensing against the restraints.

“Tell us what we want to know, and we’ll tell you where she is,” I offer, rolling my neck over my shoulders.

“Is she fucking dead?” he growls, squinting his dull grey eyes at me.

“No,” I lie, dropping my bag and bending down to unzip it. His eyes track my movements, straining when I remove a pair of pliers, a hacksaw, and a few daggers.

Viktor sits on the bed, crossing his feet at the ankles and splaying his hands beside him. "Make him bleed," he purrs, a feline sound escaping his lips. "I enjoy the color red."

This is why I always liked Viktor so much. He embodied death and carnage, never shying away from it. He looked into the darkness within death and the darkness looked back at him. Became part of him.Just like me.

Choosing to believe the lie, Sergei begins talking, “Alexey was told to find you. He did. He called me and said the bitch was with you.”

Slapping him across the face again, Rodion warns him, “Call her a bitch again.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re not my type. Now when was this?” Rodion demands, snatching a push dagger from my hand and jamming it straight into Sergei’s kneecap using all his strength to tear through the bone and cartilage. Blood splatter sprays Rodion’s bare chest and the sight exhilarates me.

Beautiful.

“He looks like a painting.” Viktor grins at me, also enjoying the artistic show.

Sergei’s howl reverberates off the metal walls and sends a pulse straight to my dick.

Holding up a second dagger, Rodion waves it in front of Sergei’s face as a threat. “When?”

“A couple of years ago,” he gasps, his breath coming in harsh, painful bursts as he winces. “I didn’t want him to take on the job by himself. Your reputation precedes you, and I was worried for his safety.”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere.” I flash my teeth, gripping the dagger still lodged in his knee and twisting, making blood spurt out when I yank it free. His screams fill the space. AndViktor gives me a round of applause when I shove it back in through the same hole.