Page 17 of The Cute Psycho

Theoretically, it's not a bad arrangement, since we work pretty well together. But she's also an immature brat and her carelessness sometimes endangers our missions.

My wound bandaged and ready to go, I put on some clothes and head to the gym, thinking I'd spend what time I have left before the next mission training.

I start humming a soft melody, still forcing myself to tune everything out.

But as I cross the backyard to get to the gym, I hear my brother's leering voice.

"Come on, Lenochka, drop the towel," he says, and I turn my head slightly, noting they are all by the pool.

Misha is sitting by the pool, leaning on his elbows as he looks suggestively at Elena.

Both Katya and Elena are sitting timidly in a corner, their hands tightly gripping the towels covering their bodies.

They look a little apprehensive as they spot Misha, and I can see Elena's eyes darting between the pool and the house.

They're almost teenagers now, and while my father keeps Misha under control, there's no denying the lascivious way he looks upon our sisters, especially Elena.

I'd mentioned this obsession of his to Father and he'd grunted,assuring me Misha would never overstep his boundaries. But I have to wonder. Does Father not see the pest he has in his own house? Is he so blinded by the fact that Misha is his eldest that he's willing to overlook his cowardly behavior and decidedly dishonorable reputation?

Elena takes a step back, cowering behind Katya. Born only a year apart, Katya's always been the stronger of the two. Sometimes their relationship reminds me of Vanya and me...

Shaking myself from that line of thought, I turn to leave.

Misha chooses that exact moment to be the asshole he is, rising from the pool and going to where the girls are. I watch from the corner of my eye how his fingers circle Elena's wrist, jerking her toward him.

"Let her go," Katya's voice booms, but even that isn't enough to stop Misha as he rips the towel off Elena's body.

"Look at you, Lenochka," he whistles, his eyes roving down her body with interest, "who knew you were packing a punch," he continues, one hand going for her breast.

I don't know exactly when I move, but before Misha can touch Elena, I wrap my hand around his neck, squeezing painfully.

We might be years apart in age, but I've long surpassed him, both in height and body mass.

His feet aren't touching the ground as I tighten my hold, looking him in the eyes and enjoying the fear reflected. His lids move rapidly, and he tries to blink away the terror I know is coursing through his body.

"What have I said about those wandering hands, Misha?" I ask him, as I lean in, my face millimeters away from his. "Don't tell me you don't remember what I told you?"

I watch the emotions play on his face—terror, outrage, arrogance. Even with my fingers suffocating the life out of him, he dares to have a smug expression on his face.

"Fuck you, freak," he spits, his saliva hitting my cheek.

I close my eyes for a second, willing myself to calm down. I'm not surprised at his pathetic attempts. After all, when has Misha done anything noteworthy?

Bringing my other hand up, I wipe my face with the back of it.

"You seem to have forgotten. Don't worry, I have not." I give himmy most brilliant smile as my finger traces his features, settling just above his eye.

"Freak," he scoffs, fake bravado on his face, "you can't do anything to me. Father will kill you before he lets you harm a..."

He trails off, his words becoming a scream as my fingers dig into his eye socket. I grasp his eye and I pull. It doesn't take long for it to pop right out of the orbit.

The girls are screaming in horror behind me, scurrying away.

I only have eyes for my dear brother. Pun intended. My lips quirk up as I pull on his eyeball. I push forward, my fingers curling inside his orbit, digging in, his screams music to my ears.

I'd done this plenty of times before, so I know what to expect when my fingertips meet bone. I just have to break the sphenoid and I'll have easy access to his brain.

Just as I'm about to give him what he deserves, I hear another screech in my ear. I do my best to ignore it, but her voice breaks through my defenses.

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