Page 125 of Dance of Madness

“But then I found these in his car.”

I walk over to a rickety table in the corner of the basement and hold up a baggie of pills and some zip ties.

Leo starts screaming into his gag, shaking his head frantically.

Okay, cards on the table, Ididn’tfind these in Leo’s car. But Ididfind several instances in his past where girls seemed to have a horrifying habit of waking up in his bed without clothes or memories after having a drink with him.

Girls who were later forced to sign NDAs and take measly sums of cash to shut the fuck up about Vladimir’s son.

So, maybe Leo wasn’t planning on drugging and raping Milena.

But I don’t give a fuck.Just like I don’t give a fuck if he’s decided to be sober now.

He’s a piece of shit, and worse, a piece of shit who landed on my radar for sniffing around and laying his hands onwhat’s mine.

So, that’sprobablywhat he’s bleating on about through his gag.

But fuck him.

“Shut your mouth, asshole,” I snap. I exhale as I turn back to Milena. “This,” I say, indicating the baggie, “is GHB. The date rape drug.” Then I lift the zip ties, and her face goes white. “I think you can guess what his plans were.”

Idofeel guilty for lying to her right now. A lot, actually. But I’m also doing the world a fucking favor by getting rid of this shithead who got away with wrecking lives and hurting other girls for years.

Also, he touched her.

This was coming no matter what his past looked like.

Milena’s mouth is grim, her eyes steely as she turns to stare at Leo.

“He was also ordering drinks with booze in them. Needless to say, he’snotfucking sober.”

Leo starts wailing and screaming into his gag again. This time, I let him carry on like a whiny little bitch.

“Oh—and there’s no deal with Vladimir.”

Yep. Barring a wedding between Leo and Milena—which, obviously, isnotfucking happening—there’s no arrangement between the Kalishnik and Debolsky families, not if Vladimir has anything to say about it.

“None of it was real, Milena,” I say quietly.

She stares at the man tied to the chair, bleeding, sobbing into his gag and soaked in his own urine.

“It was all just to fuck you,” I grunt. “He wanted to see you. Touch you. Put his tiny little dick inside you.” I look at her, my lips curling a little as I beckon. “Come here, princess.”

She swallows, biting her lip and walking over to me.

“I’m going to help him dooneof those.”

Before she can open her mouth, she’s gasping sharply as I spin her around, pushing her hips against the table.

“Nero—”

She gasps again as I bend her over it, a hand on the small of her back.

“What the fuck?—”

She squirms, then starts to thrash as I gently slide my hand under her skirt.

“What thefuckare you—oh?—”

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