Heart of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #3)(13)

They’re some form of aristocrats who, apparently, have always had deals with the governments in Russia and went as far as putting them in power. Until the current ruler of the Kremlin, who’s been out to annihilate them ever since he got into office.

I doubted Sasha knew any of that. Her sole purpose seemed to be revenge for her family’s murder.

However, no matter which angle I look at the tale from, there are still too many plot holes. One, I haven’t dealt with any Ivanovs in my lifetime. The only incident involving them that comes to mind is when Konstantin was kidnapped and tortured by someone who I presume was one of them.

Their whole existence is still blurry.

Everything is.

Even Yuri disappeared off the face of the fucking earth. Which makes me paranoid as fuck.

Losing not only Sasha but also Maksim and Yuri is like walking around with gaping wounds.

It’s been three days since I buried her in the family cemetery and ordered a tombstone with Aleksandra Morozova engraved on it.

It’s been two days since we started searching for leads for whoever could’ve ordered that hit on her.

It’s been one day since we located the most probable suspects—the Albanians.

I pull out my gun and stare at an old building on the outskirts of an ancient industrialized area in Boston.

The sun sets in the distance, casting an orange hue that will turn into red with the blood of those fuckers.

“We’re ready,” Viktor says from beside me.

Dark circles surround his eyes from how much I’ve overworked him this week. He’s barely slept, and when he has, I’ve called him to my office to dig into any information I’ve gathered.

He doesn’t complain, but he does bitch about how I need some rest and that I might drop dead.

Might as well.

I haven’t been in my room since I saw that body. Every corner is full of her presence, natural scent, and soft smiles.

It’s full of her care, her countless attempts to put me to sleep. It’s full of her tangible concern about my well-being and safety.

Every inch of me revolts at the idea of being there when she isn’t.

The thought of closing my eyes without her around terrifies the fuck out of me.

“We’re taking a left, yeah?” Damien’s eyes shine in the dark like a madman's. He’s been my companion in my mission to wipe out everyone I suspect.

This time, we expanded our options to Boston because the leader of the Albanians here, Roel, is the cousin of the motherfucker we killed a few months ago in New York.

As the new Pakhan of the New York Bratva, the most reckless thing to do is starting wars or stepping on other factions’ toes. There was an inauguration ceremony two days ago that the whole organized crime world attended, but I barely showed my face.

I don’t give a fuck about the position.

I’m only using the power it gave me to figure out who’s behind that bombing, and I need to know exactly why it happened.

“Do whatever the fuck you want. Just don’t get in my way.” I don’t wait for Damien’s reply as I walk toward the building.

Viktor advised me to cover my tracks, but fuck that. I want them to see me coming and scramble like rats. My guard curses low from behind me, then runs to cover me as the men inside filter out like ants.

All I see are people who need to be dead. Every last fucking one of them. I won’t stop until they’re all buried six feet under like she is.

I raise my gun and shoot anyone who comes into view. My movements appear collected, but they follow no rhyme or rhythm.

A bullet grazes my bicep, sending my arm flying sideways. I switch the gun to my other hand and continue firing away. My jacket saturates with blood before it drips on the concrete, but I don’t feel the pain.

I feel nothing but fucking rage now.

If Sasha were here, she’d kill anyone who attempted to hurt me. If she were to see this wound, she’d fawn over me with affection and concern. For the first time in my life, I felt like my well-being mattered and that I meant the world to someone else.

And now, that someone who made me the center of her world has disappeared, turning mine into an abyss.

Damien laughs like a maniac as he kills everyone in his path, their blood soaking him in no time since he likes to do it up close and personal.

A car revs behind us, and I spin around and shoot all four tires. It swerves and hits the side of the building, and then it’s a full-on shoot-out. My men cover me and manage to kill the ones in the car except for the one we’re here for.

Viktor pushes a bulky man with a buzz cut to his knees in front of me. Damien’s guards and my other ones are busy eliminating the rest of the Albanians, but I couldn’t give a fuck about them now.

The only one who matters is this motherfucker right here. His name is Roel and he’s a dead man, but not before he tells me what I need to know.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he spits out in a heavy accent. “We have allies who will come after you and the whole fucking brotherhood, Morozov. You don’t have any idea how much fucking chaos you’re starting.”

“Apparently, you don’t either or you wouldn’t have fucked with me.” I retrieve my phone, then scroll to a picture that I’ve been staring at whenever I need something to ground me.

It’s Sasha during my last birthday party. Maksim took countless photos that night and sent them to everyone. In this one, she’s laughing with Yuri. I cut him out and only kept her.