Page 117 of Born in Depravity

You fucked up. You shouldn’t have been in her room today, of all days. You should have left her alone.

His frustration practically bled into the text.

I didn’t need him to tell me this. I knew it already.

Of the three of us, I didn’t think Mikhail would be the first to fall. Hell, I never imagined any of us falling. The concept was a foreign one.

But he had fallen, and the scary thing was, I could feel myself coming in close behind him. And now, I might have fucked it up beyond repair.

Fuck.

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Two days passedand I hadn’t been around to see Catalina.

Couldn’t make myself do it.

And we were getting close to our one-week deadline.

I hoped Mikhail knew what he was doing and would succeed in cracking the safe.

We needed that damn list, and I was so fucking thirsty for Alyosha Petrov’s blood, my hand practically ached from the thought.

There was nothing I hated more than a coward, but a traitorous coward was the lowest form of shit on this earth.

I cracked my neck as I walked back inside the house, hating the atmosphere. This wasn’t a place I ever wanted to bring Catalina to, even before, when she had been nothing more than a pawn.

Alyosha came into view as soon as I crossed over the threshold. He had his arms wrapped around Katherine, who was, for all intents and purposes, his mistress.

They looked like they were heading to the front door.

She had long blond hair; clear, intelligent blue eyes; and a tall frame. She also wasn’t wearing a shirt, so she was baring her huge tits, a piercing of some sort in each nipple winking at me in the light. The shorts she was wearing were bordering on panties territory.

I briefly wondered where they were going with her undressed like that.

She was beautiful in a tawdry way.

That was all there was to her.

I took them in with a bored expression.

“What are you doing, walking around alone?” Katherine cooed.

I glanced briefly at her before looking at Alyosha, who laughed, wrapping his arm around her and cupping one tit. He squeezed it, playing with her nipple when he noticed me looking. I kept the bored expression.

“You know, Damien, you are welcome to any of the girls we keep here. You can even take Katherine, if you want. I would be more than happy to share my woman with myPakhan.”

My eyes moved over him, one corner of my lip lifting in the smallest smirk. I wondered when he truly stopped thinking of me as hisPakhan. Every time he called me that felt like a mockery, and that alone should have been enough for me to kill him.

Hell, I fucking killed men for less and yet this little weasel was still breathing.

I brought up the Vasiliev Bratva with my own fucking bare,bloodiedhands. At first, I was nowhere near the power I had now, especially since my brothers joined rank and helped made it stronger, but this organization, this fuckingbusiness,was mine. And he thought he was smart enough to take that away from me?

My smile widened. “How generous of you. But I’ll pass.”

The image of him withering on the ground while my hands wrapped around his neck came to mind.

He couldn’t read my thoughts, but he must have seen something in my eyes, because he took a small step back before he thought better of it and held his ground.

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