Page 56 of Unholy Matrimony

“I …I don’t know. One man shoved me in here and said, Shoot anything that comes in. I am guessing they would head to your father’s home?” His voice shakes with fear.

That is probably where Oleg and Ilya are protecting my father. Even if they hate him as much as I do, they are loyal as fuck.

“Khorosho3, let's go,” I motioned for him to follow me. He stands there, frozen.

“Don’t make me drag you, Yarik!” He refuses to move. I draw my weapon up. The gun he was holding clatters onto the floor. I make my way around the table and yank him by his collar. I take notice he isn’t even in a vest.

“Let me give you a little tip, Yarik. Don’t come to a gunfight without a vest.” I start for the back door of the compound, dragging the little shit the whole way.

Yarik is terrified. He stinks, he's shit himself. “Leonid, please. I don’t want to die. Just…just let me go and,” I cut him off before he can even finish. “And what? Your father will just come back another time? Take over what’s mine. Net4! We end this now.”

There are no men in sight as we cross the grounds. Once the back of the house comes into view, I slow our pace. The double doors leading into the house are wide open. “Get behind me,” I tell him. I don’t need his death on my conscious tonight.

Bodies lie all over the main floor. Some men I recognize and some I don’t. “Christ,” I mutter under my breath. I hear movement upstairs and I take my other gun out before heading up the stairs. “Two guns, that’s smart,” Yarik states.

I can’t tell if he is trying to be sarcastic or just fucking annoying on purpose. “Zatknis’5!” Annoyed, I turned to him. “If you don’t stop talking, I will shoot you myself. Now follow me.” The second story has fewer bodies strewn across the hall. “Eel?” I whisper through the hall.

Muffled voices come from behind the Library door. I pull Yarik against the wall for cover. The door cracks open and I am relieved to hear the voice of Ilya. “Lenya? Brat, eto ty6?” I grab Yarik and pull him into the open door, and Ilya shuts it quietly.

I pat him on the shoulder and scan the room. My father is sitting on the chair near the fireplace. His head is bleeding, and Oleg is cleaning him up. There are a few men scattered around the room. My father gets up, shouting, “Kill that little shit!” He points to Yarik.

“Brat7, that little shit brought Yuri’s men in here, guns blazing. Then hid like the little suka8 he is.” Oleg is fuming.

Two men walk over, take hold of Yarik, and drag him over to my father. Yarik is dragging on his feet. Fighting to get away. I stand there and shake my head. “Leonid, kill him,” my father pushes the boy down to his knees. “Pozhaluysta, ne nado! My mozhem eto reshit.9” He begs.

My father motions for me to come forward. Reluctantly, I stand behind him. “Yarik, the world isn’t a nice place. You fucked with the wrong family.” A single shot reverberates off the walls of the library as the bullet splits through his skull.

A chunk of his skull is on my father’s shoe, brain matter is on his pants. Oleg sits there with a grimace on his face, shaking his head. My black sweatshirt conceals the blood that has splattered on me. I pull it over my head and toss it aside.

“Is there anyone else downstairs?” I ask Ilya. “We are pretty sure all that is down there is dead. Or close to dead. They brought a shit ton of men, and that little suka10,” he says, kicking Yarik’s body. “Came in spouting some shit about this is retribution for killing the men in Tver. The problem was Yuri’s men are shit compared to our guys.”

No wonder most of the dead are not our guys. Our guys are heading to the Volkov compound to cause some serious damage. Hopefully, they will bring Yuri in.

My mind wanders to Lina and how she is probably freaking out at home. I take out my phone, but before I can even hit the call button, my father smacks my shoulder. “Come, we need to discuss what this is going to mean for you.”

I brush his hand away. “Tomorrow. Let’s get through the night, alive. Then we can discuss the changes.” He is annoyed but doesn’t stop me as I motion for the twins to come with me. We leave the library and head back to the compound.

Once we were back at my motorcycle, “Where is your car? You can follow me back to the house.” Oleg points out his car, nodding in agreement. I throw my jacket on, and gloves, and once my helmet is on, I wait.

I start the bike and motion for the guys to follow. We make our way back to my house. I rolled up to the garage, feeling nervous. I have a feeling my tsvetok is going to be very upset. I mentally prepare myself for what’s about to come.

1. Fuck

2. Come out

3. Okay

4. No

5. Shut up!

6. Brother, is that you?

7. Brother

8. bitch

9. Please don't. We can solve this.

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