Valon: What Once Was (Volkov Bratva Novella)(24)

“The girl that Valon has, where is she?”

Strom already had wide, almost bulbous eyes, so whenever he was surprised, it only emphasized this feature. “In his room, no? He doesn’t let her leave.”

For good reason, thought Fatos. Even he knew the kinds of men who walked in and out of this place, and if not for fear of what Valon was capable of, many might have ignored his rule of entering his room and taken the girl themselves. After all, she was one of only three who had stayed in this place for more than a few weeks…and the only one not addicted to heroin or whatever else Bastian forced into their bodies to make them more pliable.

That was how he had gotten the girl here, but Bastian should have known that Valon was not like the rest of them. He didn’t get off on hurting women, and before being put in the Pit, he didn’t get off on hurting anyone.

“I wanted to give her something, but I wanted to make sure that we were uninterrupted. You know how Valon can be about his things…and that dog of his.”

Of course, Fatos had known where the girl was—who didn’t?—but it was his worry about that damned beast of a dog that he’d needed to deal with. He was in no mood to be bitten, and seeing the way Valon had trained it, Fatos had a pretty good idea its orders were to attack first.

“Right, right. I’ll get it.”

Strom got to his feet, tossing the bag he held on the table as he led the way to Valon’s bedroom. Fatos stood back, watching Strom as he boldly opened the door, nearly laughing at his hesitation when the dog’s growling could be heard even at his distance.

“Let’s go, you mangy—”

Strom yelped in pain as the dog opened wide then latched onto his arm. He did, however, take it in stride, dragging the dog out of the room with very little argument.

When Fatos stepped into the doorway, his gaze was immediately drawn to the girl, frowning as he noted that she was wearing Valon’s clothes. Looking at her, he didn’t know what Valon saw in her. There was nothing particularly striking about her, none that Fatos preferred anyway. Besides, they were all whores, her more than others. She only sought to use Valon, but he wasn’t going to let that go on.

There had been fear in her eyes when Fatos entered, but that had dimmed when she saw him, as if she thought Strom was the bigger threat.

“Fatos?” she asked hesitantly. “I think Valon called you that?”

He frowned, not liking the sound of his name coming from her mouth. Did she think them equals? But it did pride him to know that Valon spoke of him.

“Valon is a dear friend of mine.” He turned to look at her, making sure she understood the gravity of that statement. “And I can’t let someone like you destroy that. You understand, don’t you?”

“I’m not—”

“I didn’t ask you to speak!” His voice raised at the end, scaring her as she visibly flinched away from him. He took a breath, calming himself. “He is not yours. Bastian brought you here, not just as a gift to Valon, but as a gift to us all. In fact, I urged him to do this, but not so you would think you have some kind of power over him. So, if you want to remain here, then it is time you show your appreciation.”

Fatos stepped further into the room, closing the door at his back. He placed the bottle on the bedside table, motioning with his hand for her to come closer. Whether out of fear or some other varying emotion, she did as commanded, her face lowered as she carefully moved toward him.

He might not have found her attractive, but her show of weakness, her meekness, called to him a way that nothing else did, and made his dick hard. Maybe, if she acted appropriately, and as a good whore should, he wouldn’t need to hurt her…as much.

Her hands were in tight fists when she was finally seated on the edge, still looking down instead of at him.

Reaching for his zipper, he tugged it down, the sound of it impossibly loud in the silence of the room. Fatos only had so long before Valon returned.

He smiled, reaching to pet her hair as he pulled his semi-erect penis out of his boxers. She just held it for several moments, making his anger ignite, but as he was about to slap some sense into her, she twisted her wrist with strength he didn’t know she possessed, making him see stars as he yelled with pain.

Scrambling away from him, she’d almost made it to and out the door when he spun around and grabbed the length of her hair, yanking her back with strength she didn’t know he possessed.

She screamed, fighting for all that she was worth, but she had mistaken his kindness, and now, she would get what she deserved.

“You f*cking bitch!”

He forced her onto the bed, straddling her chest. As she struggled, he used one gloved hand to smash the side of her face into the bed as he reached for the bottle, struggling to take the top off with one hand, but he managed it.

Some of the ammonia spilled on the floor as she jostled him, but he was in his element now. He didn’t bother with pretty words to explain why she deserved this. They both knew the truth.

She was nothing, would never amount to anything, and more importantly, he wanted to make sure that she understood exactly what they all thought of her.

Flipping the bottle upside down, he poured it onto her face, laughing as she screamed as her skin immediately started reacting to the chemical.

He was a decent man. He didn’t want it to damage both sides, just one.