Page 45 of Psychological War

I couldn’t help but gag. I wanted to throw up, but I couldn’t. I had to be strong for Dada.

The crack of the knife caused me to stop stabbing. Pulling the blade out, I noticed the tip was missing. It had broken.

It was now embedded in his body.

“What the actual fuck?” someone said above me.

I cringed the moment I looked up at Dimitri standing there on the stairs. He was staring down at me standing above six dead bodies, and Zane who was knocked out. It was not a pretty sight. I could feel the blood dripping down my face. I was completely covered. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I didn’t like the way he looked at me. Zane never looked at me like that.

Like I was a monster.

“Help me get Zane into the car. The house is going to go any minute,” I said, ignoring the pang of guilt. I don’t know why I felt guilty, but it was there. I didn’t want to feel this way. “Now!” I snapped when he hadn’t made a move.

Grabbing the rest of the supplies I saw Zane had down here I followed Dimitri as he carried Zane outside into the waiting car. I didn’t waste time as I opened the passenger side and climbed into it. Killian stared at me like I’d grown another head. I didn’t bother looking behind me where I knew Mila and Tobias sat. I couldn’t face them right now, not when I knew what I was about to do.

“Killian, drive to the third safehouse,” Dimitri demanded the moment he slid into the backseat with Mila. Killian threw the car into reverse, and taking a deep breath I pulled it from my pocket. The moment Killian backed up and threw the car into drive, I had the window open, pulled the pin, and threw the grenade as hard as I could at the house.

“DRIVE!” I yelled. Killian slammed the gas pedal, the car lurching forward.

Closing my eyes, I listened as the house exploded. I listened as Mila let out a small scream. I could imagine she was clutching Tobias to her chest, scared that I just blew their house up. It was either let them die or take care of Luca’s men.

“What the fuck was that?” Dimitri snapped from the back seat. In the hour I’ve known Dimitri, I’ve grown to dislike him.

Quite a bit, too.

Ignoring him, I kept my eyes closed. That was until I felt the cold barrel of the gun pressed to the right side of my head. Dimitri was obviously trying to hide the fact he had a gun in his head from his son.

“Killian, will you please head to the warehouse on Fifth?”

“Don’t listen to her. I am your boss,” Dimitri spat out.

“I suggest you listen to what I say,” I spoke in Russian. “Go to the warehouse and once we switch vehicles, I will explain everything.” I refused to give any more than that. Dimitri would not intimidate me.

I watched the window, zoning everyone out.

I replayed the scene of them beating Zane, and the anger I felt while I watched. My body burned with hatred for Luca even more. It had been a while since I blacked out while fighting. But my body moved as my mind shut off. I could feel the warmth of blood. The blood was drying against my throat, flaking into my lap. My eyes dropped to my hands, that were coated in blood.

“Leave them alone!” Dada yelled somewhere behind us. Lee’s eyes locked onto mine, like they were trying to tell me something. But I didn’t understand. I don’t know what he was trying to tell me.

“Please, you can do whatever you want with us. Just leave the kids alone!” Mama begged. I could hear the tears in her voice. The pain she felt. I could hear it all. I know I was young. I was a child. But I could hear the dragging of something behind me.

“We’re here,” Killian said from beside me. Glancing up, I hadn’t even realized we pulled up to the warehouse. Smirking to myself, I couldn’t help but want to laugh in Dimitri’s face for the simple fact that Killian listened to me instead of his boss.

Yanking the door open, I slammed it shut, making my way to Dimitri’s warehouse. I ignored the shooting pain in my ribs as I flicked the lights on. This warehouse I bought five years ago, stocking it full of guns, daggers, explosives, and three different vehicles. An oversized SUV, a basic car, and a motorcycle. Grabbing the keys for the oversized SUV, I yanked the trunk open. Taking the duffle bag, I began loading up several weapons.

“Start talking,” Dimitri demanded once I finished loading up as much as I could. Stopping directly in front of him, I glared back up at him. I refused to back down from men like this. I promised myself back then that I wouldn’t. Dimitri was just like the others. He may not hurt the innocent like Luca, but he was still a part of that world.

“Luca.”

“Yeah, what about him?”

“Are you working with him?”

“What’s it matter to you?”

God this was infuriating. I should’ve known he was just going to be difficult.

Rolling my eyes I opened my mouth to say something until he cut me off.

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