Page 107 of Legacy
“So you have footage of my wife’s attack, is that your big secret? What you’ve been hiding?”
I swallow hard.
“No. I also knew she might possibly be a target and I didn’t tell you because then I would have to betray Maksim.”
He laughs bitterly and shakes his head, “Always fucking Korsakov.”
I offer the memory card to him. “Here, take it. Watch it, I know not knowing what happened eats at you. I wanted to help in anyway I could.”
He stares at the drive for a long moment then shakes his head.
“No you wanted to absolve yourself from your sin in this.”
He leans forward. “My wife cries in her sleep. She was terrified of elevators for months. The blood she has on her hands she should haveneverhad. So no I won’t take it. I can’t watch it, I’m always around her and you don’t deserve the peace. You say you care about her? Watch it now. See what you caused.”
He sits back and gestures toward my computer.
My pulse thrums so hard in my ears I can’t think. I know what happened to Piccola was terrible. I saw her in Santos arms after, covered in blood trembling. I watched her pass out I know my part in this.
I plug the memory card in and pull up that day. I fast forward to the night of the attack and press play.
The screen flickers as the elevator doors open,
Vasilisa steps out gun in hand.
The gunIgave her,trainedher with.
Two men approach her, she shoots the first.
Head shot.
Clean.
Pride takes over until I watch the other tackle her she drops her gun, his knife skids across the floor, my heart stops, I glance at Santo, his jaw tight.
She fights, gets him good with her elbow and she slips free, but he’s faster, grabbing her, he takes her to the ground.
No.
The bastard is touching her.
Fucking violating her.
No.
Fuck no.
If she was—
The fury that explodes in my chest nearly blacks me out. If that were Adriana…
I would burn down the fucking world.
My brother hasn’t moved.
But I feel it.
I feel what this is doing to him. Like I’m watching him die beside me, piece by piece, second by fucking second.
