Page 22 of The Cute Psycho

"Where are the women?"

He stops, raising his eyes to find me. He holds my gaze for a moment before he starts laughing.

"The women?" he asks, his arms wide open in wonder. "No more women," he replies sneakily, and I narrow my eyes at him.

"What did you do, Misha?"

"What did I do?" he repeats, looking unhinged as he continues to pace around. "I'm finally where I belong. At the top."

From the corner of my eye, I see Vanya plant herself in front of Father, an inscrutable expression on her face. Her eyes are downcast, the corners of her mouth sloped downwards. She's... sad.

Turning back to Misha, I'm surprised to see him blabbering on about how he's going to turn the Bratva around and the deal he's already made on Father's behalf.

"You should have stayed gone, freak. Then Father wouldn't have been so against human trafficking. Drugs don't bring in the money they used to, but humans..." he whistles.

Ah, so this was his aim.

"Really? And how are you going to do that?" I keep track of his movements so that his form is lined up with the opening in the window. "You know Agosti has a monopoly on that," I add, curious to see who he's been talking to.

"My contact is even more powerful," he snorts, "and once we join forces, we'll take the city by storm." He continues to prattle on abouthis grand plan, but there are no details about this mysterious partner of his.

"I doubt anyone would ally themselves with you," I start, trying to rile him up into disclosing who he's working with. "Doesn't he know you've got a track record of making dumb decisions?"

He stops for a second, coming closer to me.

"They trust me, brother. Unlike others, they see my potential."

They... Interesting.

I'm about to open my mouth to ask more when I hear a sharp sound and a circle appears on Misha's forehead. Blood leaks out of it, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. And then he falls.

I take advantage of the slight disorientation of the men holding me and I pry my hands loose, immediately going for the blades hidden in my boots.

The men stand no chance as I throw the knives. They lodge deep in their throats, hitting the perfect spot.

And they're down.

I turn toward the window where Bianca is likely still looking at me through her rifle, and I wink at her.

Now...

Vanya is hopping around with glee, looking at Misha's dead body with a delight I hadn't seen in a while.

Shaking my head, I go back to the main living quarters, needing to make sure Katya and Elena are safe.

The hallway is empty, and as I make my way toward the second floor, I get increasingly worried.

I can't hear anything...

I barge inside the girls' room and I blink twice, before averting my eyes. Vanya runs from my side, and I close the door softly.

Elena's naked body is on the floor, an angry cut at her neck. The entire carpet is soaked in her blood.

I take another step, and my worst suspicion is confirmed.

Bruising around her thighs and blood between her legs tells me exactly what happened here. Or who.

I sigh deeply, disappointed at this turn of events. I'd hoped they would be fine...

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