Page 5 of Violent Love: Viktor

Pulled out the second syringe—Ania’s contingency. She’d planned for unforeseen complications. She always did.

When the girl whimpered like the animal she would become, I rewarded her—pressed the cold barrel deeper into her mouth.

My phone vibrated. Mission.

The reminder cut through the heat like a scalpel.

I’d nearly lost myself in her fear. In the way she trembled. Whimpered. It would’ve been so easy to keep going. Just a little more pressure, a little more obedience. But this wasn’t the time. Not yet.

I had a fucking politician to bag

“Sleep,suka,” I said, pulling the cap and sticking the needle in her neck.

She swayed. I withdrew the gun and caught her before she hit the floor. I recapped the needle and tossed it into the bath.

Clean-up would come later.

I opened the door as Abrasha arrived with the trolley.

“What took so long?” he asked.

“Complication. Get Petrov in. We’ve got a second body in the bathroom.”

He blinked.“What? Who? Didn’t the Pakhan’s wife say he was travelling alone?”

“She did. It’s a maid,” I muttered, scanning the room for the first cap until I found it under the bed.

It was almost funny—laying the piss-soaked maid on top of Petrov. She was smaller, easier to conceal. We pulled extra bedding to cover them both. Abrasha swapped his jacket for a porter’s and took the service lift. I used the front.

By the time we zip-tied them in the van, I was already rewriting my plans.

Not for Petrov. His fate was sealed.

For her.

Mysuka.

All the pain. All the humiliation. It would be hers.

I pulled out my phone as Sergei drove, sent the all-clear to Ania, and then opened a browser to start compiling the list of tools I’d need to make my new dog feel at home.

The Pakhan had his Bunny.

Why shouldn’t I have a bitch?

Sergei drove faster.

I smiled.

Chapter 3

Viktor

The restless energy in me wanted to get to work, but I needed to speak to the Pakhan first. The Bratva always came first. I waited until theKrolikleft and cleared my throat. The Pakhan looked away from the papers in his hand.

“There was a small problem last night,” I said.

“I heard,” the Pakhan replied, though his expression was unreadable.