When I saw other mothers shower their kids with love and affection, I wondered why I didn’t have one of them.
Now, I don’t give a f**k.
“What Mom said,” Konstantin supplies. “I’ll be the Morozov leader as soon as the old man is gone.”
“How about no?” I guard my cool façade and even smirk. “I don’t know what type of plan you two have, but I’m tempted to tear it to pieces and bathe in its blood. I’ll make sure to watch you flounder and die as slowly as possible.”
The slap reverberates in the air before I feel it. Soon after, the burning starts where Yulia’s hand connected with my cheek.
“Insolent,” she spits out.
“So you keep telling me, Mother. I’m glad to live up to your expectations.”
She raises her hand again, but this time, it’s gripped tightly before it connects with my face.
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