“Batushkathought you might need a carrot to nibble on while you are in his room,” he said as he walked toward the kitchen.
I cursed a plague on all his electronic devices before I smiled when I had a better idea. For now, I raided the kitchen. I made a quick sandwich, grabbed some fruit and a couple of bottles of water. He took the bottles of water from me and I was about to complain when I realised he was helping me.
“A crayfish must be whistling on the mountain,” I muttered to him as we went upstairs.
“Rabbits shouldn't be allowed to talk,” he said continuing up the stairs.
He couldn't be married or have a partner. He was a miserable bastard. When we reached the Master’s room, he opened the door for me, waiting until I stepped inside to hand me the bottles.
“Do not leave the room. This is for your safety,” he said narrowing his eyes on me.
I took the water and swung my hip on the door to shut him and his miserable face out.
Fucking Bratva.
After checking my back. I left the food on the ottoman to explore Master’s closet. It was expansive inside, and the man had countless suits and shoes. Everything was pristine. I opened another set of doors and found floor-to-ceiling shelving full of shoes. Who needed that many shoes?
When I reached another door, I knew it was the one because it had so many rabbit outfits, tails, ears and masks. Most of them still had the tags on them. That’s when I saw the chains; there were whips and a square paddle on the shelves. I lifted a weird metal clamp and paled when I realised he’d been taking it easy on me with the smaller clamps. I leaned down to open a drawer full of lingerie holding up the skimpiest thing I’d ever seen.
Someone suddenly kicked me, and I flew across the floor, banging my head on the open door. Before I could get up, someone was on top of me, choking the life out of me. I clawed his face, aiming for his eyes, before I stuck my thumb into his eye socket. He drew his hand back to punch me when Viktor appeared out of nowhere and grabbed him by his neck.
“Krolik,meetLissa,” he said with an evil smile.
“The Fox,” I whispered, staring at the man with only one eye open.
“Díma, you made this far too easy,” Master said, stepping forward to hold his hand out for me.
“Pakhan, I can explain—”
“Silence!” Master snapped at him, cutting him off.
I placed my hand in his and he glanced at the lingerie on the floor. “Naughty, Bunny.”
My cheeks flushed as he pulled me up before looking me up and down. “Keep my bed warm. I will see to you when I get back,” he said with the dark promise in his eyes.
Between the whipped back, tattoo and the recent attack, I was done for the day. I glanced at the man with sandy blonde hair and Viktor. I’d been the bait. They set me up. I followed them out of the closet and watched them leave.
“Get him in the cell and put Sergei on as a guard,” Master said as the door closed, his voice cold and deadly. I will be there shortly.”
I remembered the disgusting cell and cringed. At least it wasn’t me in there this time.
Chapter 19
Adrik
“It’s a pity the rabbit didn't gauge his eye out,” I said to Viktor as we reached the final step.
“I should have gotten there faster,” Viktor growled before punching Díma in the gut. He began to bend over, but Viktor pulled Díma’s gun from his waistband and pointed it to his head. “Move.”
I let them leave but agreed with his sentiment. We both should have been there before he touched her. With Bunny rummaging through my closet, it might have saved her life because it took Díma a little longer to find her.
Viktor made sure she was seen and heard when he called her rabbit. We watched and waited with the cameras set up, using Ania as our bait. Díma hadn’t been able to resist—his one chance to eliminate the one person who might have identified him.
The meeting was kept brief, and Gavriil was shocked by the news of Díma’s deceit. Pyotr and the rest were solemn but silent. I stared at the faces of the men before I spoke.
“As a child recruit, I know the hell Yuri put some of us through. There is a reason why there is an age limit for any new members. I increased the pay through the ranking to ensure equality. Being part of the Bratva is sacred. If you don't like how I run shit, join another organisation.
Gavriil stood up. “Yuri Velichko was a traitor to the brotherhood. I am always with you,Batushka,” he said, slapping his right hand over his chest.