Page 62 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
“Clint!” the other guy cries out and starts to take a step toward his friend, but I intercept him, my already shitty mood getting worse because I’ve once again been denied the opportunity to let out some anger on a man. Clint might’ve just killed himself.
I grab the other man by the front of his shirt, yanking him closer until my face is only inches from his. I can see that his eyes are dilated. The fucker’s probably high out of his mind. There’s no way either of these guys are the dealer I’m after. They’re just here to snort coke and play video games. There are always leeches like this hanging around dealers.
“Where is he?” I demand.
“Who?”
“The bastard selling in my territory.”
He licks his lips nervously. “You mean Viper?”
I scowl.What kind of stupid fucking nickname is that?
Before I can say anything, a voice roars from the hallway. “Fuck you!”
A man barrels toward me, shirtless, his long hair a mess.
“Did we interrupt nap time?” I ask dryly.
He glowers and tries to take a swing at me, which I easily avoid.
“Who the fuck are you?” he hisses.
“That’s my question. And don’t tell me your little ‘badass’ nickname. I want to know who I’m dealing with.”
“Get out of my house!”
Luca is standing off to the side, watching as I take a swing at the guy. He’s not nearly as fast as I am, so he can’t dodge it and my fist connects with his cheek. He lets out a grunt and tries to hit me back, but the swing goes wide, and he’s thrown off balance.
“You work for the Bratva?” I ask, already knowing that he’s connected to them.
“Yeah,” he says with a thick voice. His face is already swelling from the hit I landed, but there’s suddenly a smugness in his eyes. “And you just fucked up. They’ll come after you for this.”
My cold laughter cuts through the air. “You simple idiot. Do you not realize who you’re fucking with? You’re in Andretti territory,and you’re not getting away with selling your shit here. The Bratva set you up to be killed when they sent you here.”
I hit him again, in the kidney this time, and he cries out in pain.
“No!” he shouts, backing away from me. “I’m not some low level lackey. I’m Andrey Kozlov. If you kill me, there will be consequences.”
I pause as his words sink in. Is the Pakhan really that stupid? He sent a family member here?
“You’re related to the Pakhan?”
“He’s my uncle.”
The smile that creeps across my face must show my malicious intent because Andrey goes pale.
“You think you’re safe because you’re a part of the family?” I ask mockingly. “You’re wrong about that. No member of the Bratva is safe after they tried to kill my woman.”
With that, I grab a fistful of the man’s hair and pull him right out the broken front door. Andrey tries to fight me, but he can’t even get his feet under him as I drag him down the porch steps. When we reach the lawn, I release him, and he falls to his knees in the grass.
Grabbing the back of his head, I bring my knee up, and there’s a sickening crunch as my knee makes contact with his nose. He falls backward, and I land on top of him, raining blows on his face and ribs. His attempts to fight back are futile, and I can feel eyes on me as I let out all of my pent-up anger.
It doesn’t take long for his face to become a bloody mess. His body jerks and he manages to let out pathetic whimpers of pain.I want to keep going until he’s dead, but it’s better if he lives to deliver a message.
I get off of him while he’s still conscious. The man is hurting, and I take a twisted pleasure in knowing that as I haul him back to his feet. Luca opens the back of the SUV, and I shove the man inside. He looks up at me, and I can tell he’s about to black out.
“Listen here, Viper,” I say with a mocking sneer. “You tell your Pakhan that the Andrettis aren’t going to let disrespect slide. We’re prepared to go into battle, and we’re prepared to win.”
