Page 83 of Paved in Hate

“Fuck yeah,” I say with a laugh. “I have a feeling she’s already pregnant, but I haven’t sprung the test on her yet.”

“But you’ve already bought one?”

I grin and shoot him a quick look. “Three. I figure she can pee on them all at once, and then we’ll know for sure.”

Danil laughs. “I remember when just the mention of pregnancy would make you go pale. That was what, like a month ago?”

“Stop laughing at me. I’m a changed man.”

“I’m happy for you. Simona and I both really like Katya.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty fucking amazing,” I say, grinning like an idiot. “It’s probably weird to say that I’m looking forward to killing her family, but I totally am.”

“Not weird at all,” Danil assures me. “We all are.”

It’s fully dark by the time we pull up to the guarded gate outside the Lebedev mansion. The men on duty give us a nod and let us through without any issues.

“Security cameras all around the iron fence,” I mutter, running my eyes over everything as we drive through.

“Yeah, and I’m guessing they have enough guns and ammunition strapped to their bodies to stop anyone who tries to come through the front gate.”

“It’s not going to be enough to stop us.”

“No, it won’t be,” Danil agrees.

We both eye the monstrosity in front of us. It’s a house meant to show off and intimidate, but it just looks fucking ugly to me. Even though we have more than enough money now, growing up poor has given me a real dislike of the super rich, especially those who feel like they need to shove it in your goddamn face by dipping everything in gold.

“I can’t believe Alina is in there somewhere,” Danil says while I park near the front walkway.

“I know. The urge to kill them and search the house is very fucking strong.”

“It is, and if I thought we had a chance in hell of succeeding, I’d say we should go for it.”

“But we don’t,” I say, voicing what we both know.

Danil sighs and opens his door. “No, we don’t, so let’s get this the fuck over with so we can come back soon and kill them.”

I couldn’t agree more. We walk up the manicured path and ring the doorbell.

“Jesus Christ,” I groan when a long stream of classical music chimes inside the house. The door is quickly opened by the same woman as last time. Her eyes look even more haunted than the last time I saw her, but I look her over like I couldn’t give the slightest shit and step into the large foyer. “We’re here to see Konstantin,” I tell her.

“Please follow me. He’s waiting in his office.”

We follow her bowed head, both of us noticing her slower movements and the bruises that run up her legs and encircle her wrists, and I know we’re thinking the same goddamn thing. If this is how he treats his staff, then what the hell has he been doing to Alina? The pictures Katya drew tell a horrifying enough story, but I know there are worse things going on that not even she knows about.

The woman leads us down a hall, stopping to knock at the last door on the left. She briefly meets my eyes before turning away and focusing all her attention on the floor. Konstantin yells for her to enter, and we follow her into the office. He’s sitting behind a large desk that’s designed to intimidate, but he’s going to be disappointed if he thinks that shit will work on us. I scan the room, noticing the gaudy artwork, the bookshelves that are filled with leather-bound classics that I’d be willing to bet good money he’s never read, and the two leather chairs that are facing his desk.

Konstantin doesn’t look too happy when he waves his hand at the chairs while staying seated. Before the woman can leave, he beckons her closer. I see her whole body stiffen for just a second before she walks over to him. He reaches out and slides his hand under the black skirt of her ridiculously short uniform. She winces but keeps quiet.

“Natalya has an exquisite cunt if you’d like to try her out.”

For a second, I’m too stunned to speak. I’m married to his sister, and he’s offering to let me rape his maid while he watches. I’m so sick and tired of having to pretend I’m some fucked-up bastard who’s perfectly fine with trafficking women. Instead of pulling my gun out and shooting the jackass like I really want to, I smile and give a soft laugh.

“No thanks,” I tell him, trying to keep the rage and hate out of my voice.

He laughs and does something with his fingers to make her wince again. “I’m glad to see my sister is keeping you so satisfied.” He turns to look at Danil. “How about you? She’ll happily take it in the pussy or ass.”

I look at the woman’s terrified face, and it’s painfully obvious that she won’t be happily doing anything.

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