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The head rolled towards Anastasia’s feet.
Silence fell.
Then, Anastasia screamed. Loud. Unrestrained. Thrashing hard.
“Oh my god! oh my god! what have you done. Why did you—“ tears blurred her vision as alexei came into view. “You’re a vile monster I hate you!”
Alexei gripped her chin, hard. “Who gave you the phone Anastasia? Or so help me God I will hunt down your dmitri and serve his head to you in a box.”
“That’s enough boss.” Xander came forward, a hand on Alexei’s shoulder. But he wasn’t having it.
He gripped her chin, harder.
Anastasia swallowed. “The old man! The old man gave it to me.”
“What old—“
“Ambrose boss.” Xander interrupted quickly. “She’s talking about Ambrose.”
Alexei released his grip on Anastasia and faced the other way. Silent.
Then.
“Get him down here.”
“No! You won’t hurt him! You mustn't." Anastasia cried out. “Please, I beg you.”
Alexei studied her for a moment, Then, he leaned in.
“You belong to me Anastasia. Remember that!”
“My father will get me back!” She spat.
He chuckled.“Oh yeah? When? After his illness finally kills him?”
“You’re dispicable!”
“And you’re disobedient!”
“Boss!” Xander called, louder this time. “I think she gets it.”
But Anastasia couldn’t see past the blur of tears clouding her vision. Her hands were shaking. The basement heavy with the metallic smell of blood. She turned and threw up, next to alexei’s shoe.
Two guards came in, dressed in black to clear the body. Anastasia tried to look away but alexei forced her gaze back.
“You’ll watch.” He said simply.
And she did. Every gruesome moment of the body being picked together like chunks of meat and put in a body bag.
Alexei made her watch, branding her with the smell of death. And the knowledge that he was not to be messed with. He didn’t have to say it with words. But his actions proved it. She was his. And she was doomed.
The more Alexia watched Anastasia’s slumed shaking figure, the more his anger ebbed.
His jaw clenched at the thought of ilya. A f*****g rat that had been sending information to his rivals. He’d only killed him in front of Anastasia to drill fear into her.
That was the only way he knew how to get his way.
For some reason, he felt like he'd done too much. He had tried to be nice. Charming even. Hoping that somehow, she would let him sleep with her. That was the reason he got her for Godsake.
Now he was one hundred percent sure she would never let him touch her. And he wasn’t the type to force himself on anyone.
The rational part of his brain was telling him to send her back to her father, but the greedy part, his eyes roamed the exposed skin of her chest.
His breath caught.
No, he couldn't let her go.
Besides, she had already seen too much.
When he carried her out of the basement to the bedroom, Anastasia didn't protest, just continued sobbing as he dropped her on the bed, her shopping bags lying on the ground.
He moved to the bathroom, but then her voice—Cold and devoid of emotion—stopped him in place.
“Four years ago, I received news that my father's car had been bashed into. he'd almost lost his life Then came the news that the Siberian wolf did it”, her eyes met his, red-rimmed. Feral. “Was it worth it? Trying to kill my father?”
That wasn't a question Alexei had to think too much about.
“Yes,” he answered. “It was worth every effort.” A beat. “But I only did that because he bashed into mine first. Oh, but that didn't make the headlines, did it?”
Anasisha stared for a bit, then looked at her shoes.
“I'm glad.”
“You are glad?”
“Yes” She nodded. “I'm glad he tried. More people should come together to rid monsters like you off the face of this planet.”
Alexa stared, fist clenched. “Shower and come down for dinner, if you like.”’ He turned and headed out before he gave in to the temptation and ravaged her in her current state. Her words were only making his c**k hard.
“Send Ambrose to my study. And if he doesn’t come? He might as well kiss his job as my personal butler goodbye.” Alexei said to Xander who was standing outside of Anastasia’s room on his way out.
In his office, he placed a call to Patrick, his manager.
“Patrick” he growled, not pausing for casualties.
“I want you to remove all the shares we have with the Mirovs. promptly, efficiently.”
“But, but, but why, sir?” Patrick’s voice came back breathless, like he was on the road, running from a cop or something.
“Their stupid son crossed the line.” Alexei said simply.
He hung up, slumped on the chair, downing a glass of vodka.
Pulling his laptop, he watched Anastasia pacing the room. She had showered now, naked.
His d**k twitched at the sight of her curves.
Eyes lingering on the lovely red bush between her legs.
He groaned and slammed the laptop shut.
Just then, his phone rang.
He already knew who it was, even before he raised it up to his ear. He wasn't ecstatic about the call.
“Hello?”
“Hello Kegan.” Came a dark gravel, the kind that would send a dog running.
Emilio Rozanov.
“My clients haven’t heard from you.”
Alexei pressed a hand to his forehead. Can his day get any worse?
“I'm sure your head isn't under some woman's t**s for you not to know that my mine has been bombed?” He thundered. “I'll be in Siberia and we'll talk about—“
“No, no, that won't be necessary.” Emilio cut him off.
“What do you mean?”
“Yes, well, you see, I might not be in Tver but I have eyes and ears around. I heard you've got yourself a new toy. Not just any new toy, but Maximo's child.”
Alexei froze.
Emilio continued.
“I don't want the guns, Kegan. I want the Sokolov girl.”
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