Page 115 of Destined for the Devil
"You fucking tell me, cocksucker!” I exploded, my own voice startling me. “Where the fuck is she?!" I turned to him, the violence begging to get out of me.
Sergei stared back, wide-eyed and stunned. "Who? Fucking Christ, what the fuck?!" He thrashed in the chair trying to break free, but it was no use.
"Isla!” I lunged at him, gripping the collar of his shirt. “What the fuck did you do, Seryoga?! I will fucking murder everyone you love if you don't tell me!" I was losing it, ready to rip him apart with my teeth, but Kirill remained motionless on the couch, watching our every move.
To my absolute disappointment, Sergei’s eyes stared back at me with confusion and alarm, genuine surprise written all over his face. Another one of my fears was coming true—he had no fucking clue what I was talking about.
"I…I don't have Isla, Roma. What the fuck?!” he questioned, astounded at the accusation. “She's in New York, I'm here! Did you think Ikidnappedyour fucking girlfriend? Are you fucking mental?!" he shouted back, and I knew this was it—I’d have to pummel the information out of him.
And I did. I released all my rage, all my fury—onto Sergei’s face and body. My fists landed without mercy, over and over, dismantling his face, breaking his ribs, and ripping his skin. He drooled blood, his cut lips and crooked nose not enough to satisfy me.
I pulled back only when my knuckles were raw and he could no longer open his eyes, his head slumped on his chest, quietly begging me to stop.
"Roma...” he pleaded weakly. "I swear…IswearI didn't take her...” He choked on his own bloody spit, barely able to take a breath in.
I staggered back, soaked in blood and tears, and turned to Kirill in pure shock and disbelief, having no clue how to continue. What to do. Howto live.
Kirill shook his head slightly and grabbed a nearby chair to sit closer to Sergei, always as serene as lake water.
I was descending into the deepest pit of hell. Isla was gone, I had no idea where to search for her, and Sergei sounded like he was telling the truth. I took quick strides back and forth, itching to finish off Sergei, but Kirill looked him over as if preparing for a business negotiation.
"Serezha." Kirill spoke Russian, his voice cutting between us like a fucking blade—calm and deadly, his authority unquestionable. "Roma is very angry right now. Because you threatened his girl in the past, and now...she's gone—"
"I didn't take her, I swear!” Sergei interrupted in a panic, barely able to speak. “I swear, IswearI don't know where she is!" he pleaded, sniffling loudly.
Kirill didn’t flinch.
"Okay.” Kirill nodded patiently. “Then tell me…what are we going to do now, hm?" He posed a question while Sergei whimpered from his injuries and huffed, no longer struggling against his restraints.
"You have to believe me." Sergei began lightly crying. "I swear toGod, I didn't take her!"
Kirill leaned in, his next question making me trip over my feet. Voice gentle and caring, he dropped the bomb. "Did you take Natasha?"
We all stilled. Sergei stared at Kirill, his shaky breathing turning into quiet sobs. Kirill waited and then used that tone again, like he was scolding a small child for lying. "Remember. You can leave here tonight with your life…or in a body bag. It depends on how truthful you are. There’s no more fucking around."
Out of nowhere, a dagger appeared in Kirill’s hand, and without any hesitation or warning, he rammed it into Sergei’s thigh, plunging it in with all his inhumane strength.
Sergeiscreamed. Raw and desperate, the sound turned into a loud wail as he tried to breathe through the pain. Kirill leaned back on the chair, giving Sergei the time he needed.
"I'll talk!" Sergei shouted, his words shattering my heart. "God, I'll tell you everything, just don't kill me!Please! I'll help find Isla! Please just don't kill me!" he begged Kirill with his eyes closed, yelling into the void.
"I promise, Serezha.” Kirill tilted his head, his composure never breaking. “If you tell me the truth, I won't kill you.” He reassured him like a doting father.
I stood back, frozen, a spectator to the unfolding horror and nightmare.
Sergei broke down completely. His tears couldn’t be controlled; he couldn’t catch his breath or hold his head up. Blood splattered all over him and the floor as he sobbed, wailed,wept.
"I didn't take Isla, I swear! IswearI don't know where she is, brother!Believe me!” Sergei assured us again, but Kirill’s patience was running out. He spoke louder.
"Tell us about Natasha first." Kirill twisted the dagger lodged in Sergei’s thigh, the blade cutting deeper. Sergei’s scream was sharper than before, but Kirill lifted up his hand, palm out toward me, indicating I should stay back.
I remained in the same spot. Lost.
Sergei was shaking uncontrollably, choking on his own spit and tears. I thought he might pass out, but then…
He said it.
"I killed her!"
