VLAD (The V Games #1)(54)

“Where are we going?” she murmurs, hugging her bag to her chest.

Ignoring her, I weave through the snow-covered streets. I didn’t even bother with a coat. My anger has heated my flesh to unhealthy degrees. Until I have my Irina back in my arms, I won’t calm or settle. I know Father is losing his mind over the scene we caused, but I can’t even bring myself to care right now.

All I care about his her.

Sweet Irina.

I need her.

I fucking need her.

“Are you going to kill me?” she asks, swallowing. She lifts her chin bravely and looks my way. I’ve debated it. But Irina’s sorrow would haunt me.

“Nope,” I spit out.

She sags. “I’m sorry if I hurt you—”

“You. Did. Not. Hurt. Me.” I jerk my head her way and spit out my words. “You made a fucking fool out of me in front of everyone.” At least if she were fucking Veniamin, it would have been with a respectable man. I would still need retribution, but Anton? He was nothing more than a servant. An old, dead fucking servant.

She starts to cry again. “Vlad, please…” She swipes her nose with her coat and sniffles. “I’ll do whatever I can to make it right. I promise.”

“You’re done,” I hiss out. “I don’t ever want to see your face again.”

“N-No, I can f-fix this,” she chatters, sobs cluttering her throat. She reaches my way and grabs my cock. “We can have sex. I can be a good wife. Please, Vlad. I can fix this. Let me fix this.”

I grab her wrist hard enough to have her crying out and jerking it away from me. “I’m fucking your sister.”

Her sadness melts away as intense fury overcomes her. “What? No! I don’t believe you.”

“She cries so good when I come inside her,” I taunt as I pull into the driveway of my location. “I like ruining her for any men. Kind of like how Anton ruined you. You’re a whore, and I’ll be damned if I’ll marry a used-up tramp.”

“You and I were friends first,” she tries. “Have mercy.”

“This is mercy, and not for you,” I seethe. “It’s for Irina.”

She bows her head as her shoulders quake with her sobs. “Tell me you’re lying about you and her.”

“Unlike you, Diana, she was a virgin.” I pause and smile evilly at her. “But I use the term lightly because I’ve fucked her nine ways from Sunday since then.”

“Ublyudox.” Bastard.

She starts rummaging through her bag and pulls out a gun. I’m already out of the car and stalking around the vehicle. Sleet mixed with snow pelts my face, but it does nothing to cool the anger bubbling inside me. I yank her door open and jerk the gun from her. She squeezes out a shot that echoes loudly around us, but I wrench it from her and toss it into the snow. Then I grab her by the hair in one hand and snatch up her bag in the other as I haul her to the massive estate nearly surrounded by thick woods. When I make it to the front door, it opens, and Ruslan stares at me in shock.

“What are you doing here?”

“Where’s Yegor?” I roar, pushing past him.

“Please,” Diana begs. “Don’t bring me here. Vlad.”

Her words do nothing to calm me. Instead, I drag her through the dark home until I find Yegor’s office. Inside, he sits at his desk, his fat belly out in front of him. Ven stands near him. As soon as Ven sees me, he pulls a gun and points it at me. Vika and Rus enter behind us and sidle up next to Yegor, a show of strength. Laughable.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ven demands, his glare vicious and evil. It gives me satisfaction to see his eye is turning black and his bottom lip is split.

“You already have one cunt going to wear the Vetrov last name. What’s one more? You seem to be pretty into her, Veniamin,” I bellow. The control I normally have such a tight leash on is gone. Completely fucking gone.

Ven steps forward, but I stop his movements by shoving Diana hard into him. He catches her and keeps her from hitting the floor. I pull out my hooked knife crusted with Anton’s blood and rip apart her bag.

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen,” Vika snorts at Diana. The sound of the back of Yegor’s hand hitting Vika resonates around the room, and she hits the floor like a stone being dropped into the ocean. Another sign of power. It’s weak, and little does he know, I don’t give a fuck about Vika. Neither do his sons by the looks of it. Veniamin is too busy eyeballing me and comforting Diana. Pathetic.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Ven snaps, hugging Diana to him. She trembles and sobs and it makes me fucking mental with rage.

“Begin training her,” I tell Ven icily as I shred everything in her bag. “Father wants a Volkov to prove their name in The Games. I think she’s earned that honor.” I toss the bag to the floor and pin her with a glare. “Have fun in hell.”





“I’m fine,” I say for the tenth time in the last five minutes.

Vas narrows his eyes at me and gives a clipped nod. He’s pretty much an asshole, but he was helpful in getting me away from the madness of what happened tonight.

Anton.

Dead.

I’m trying to tap into the feelings that allow me to feel sorry for him, but I can’t. He deserved it. He was a predator. But what kills me are the screams of horror that continue to haunt me—screams that came from my sister as she watched the one she loved be brutally murdered in front of everyone.