Chapter 31
Vladimir
My blood boiled furiously, threatening to spill over the lid of self control I’d placed on it. As if Mama heard my voice, she muffled. The scoundrel beside me continued to whimper like a baby who was spanked by this father, fortunately they didn’t know who I was and that I was more than capable of spanking.
Still beat with rage, I flung him across the room, marching into the bedroom fast enough to stop his partner from assaulting her. Fury blinded my eyes, spurring me to attack him without thinking. He screamed when my knife dug into his shoulder, blood gushing out like it would from a fountain.
“You fucker, how dare you touch her?” My voice thundered across the room.
If there was any sliver of confidence before, my outright attack had erased it and replaced it wi
