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The consequent explosion erupted in the water. Gushes of water sprouted up into the air, raining down on the two of us, bloodied and bruised, with a harsh beating.
I coughed, spluttering out remnants of sea water that I choked on. The bastard before me did the same, stumbling down towards the ground with a loud c***k.
His heavy head forced itself up and in its wake, a sickening smile grew upon his scarred face. My eyes caught the glint of sliver flashing within his hand.
The way his fingers curled around the handle like a snake, told me everything. His orders were to kill me. Nothing more than that.
Mikhail was done with playing, he wanted vendetta to be completed and so it would, with the bodies of myself, Kiara and Anastasia. His cruelty knew no limits.
