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“There,” Dmitri grinned like a maniac, finally letting go of my injury. “Now it’s facing the right way.”
My eyes watered despite my best intentions–an instinctive response–but I refused to let any hint of tears fall. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. He had only done it to cause me pain, not to help me out.
I settled my tongue onto the roof of my mouth, shutting my mouth and remaining silent. It had to have been at least thirty minutes since I’d gotten there.
My team should be there soon, I thought. Any minute now, and they’d burst through those doors and all of this would be over.
I could go home to Olivia, just like I’d promised.
And this bastard would be dead.
I just had to last long enough for them to show up.
“I wonder,” Dmitri hummed as he circled around my chair. “How is that little cousin of yours? Dahlia, was it? I saw her personally. Quite a fiery one, isn’t she?”
My good eye twitched at the sound of Dahlia’s name. I couldn’t stand having her name come out of his filthy mouth. But I kept my face impassive, emotionless, like a piece of stone.
I felt nothing right now as I counted down the minutes in my head, hoping my team would show up soon so I could mess his face up just as much as he’d messed up mine.
“She made quite a fuss with my men,” Dmitri smirked. “I hope you don’t mind how they had to rough her up a bit. Otherwise, how could you learn who you were dealing with?”
I clenched my fists, showcasing nothing on my face as I stared intently at the door across the way. I counted wooden planks, the men surrounding me, and anything I could do to keep from giving him the reaction he craved.
“You did leave quite a bloody mess behind. Not all hers.” He continued on like he was having the time of his life. “I was very sad I couldn’t kill another relative of James’ to return the favor. His daughter would’ve been a perfect revenge considering what your family did to Mikhail.”
“Mikhail got what he deserved,” I said, calmly. “He was a lunatic.”
Dmitri laughed, full-bodied and bright like he was reminiscing. “Oh, yes he was a complete lunatic. I’ll agree with you there. Yet….”
His boots stopped in front of me, his lips curling into a snarl as he glared at me, revealing the deep loathing just under the surface. It was impressive how he’d kept it hidden for so long considering it was deeper than the pits of hell.
“He was family,” Dmitri said darkly, but then he returned to a smile, his emotions going back and forth quicker than a swing blowing in a heavy wind. “So I will do what I must to get justice for my family.”
I glared at him through my half-closed eye, saying nothing as one of the many guards around us wheeled a steel tray around us. On it were a dozen sharp instruments and tools. Dmitri rounded the tray, picking up a sharped rusty screwdriver and twirling it in his hand.
A wide grin spread across his face as he stared at it under the shitty fluorescent lights that kept flickering. Finally, he turned to me, the madness almost gleaming as the sadistic bastard approached, step by step.
“I am going to enjoy every second of this, Giovani,” Dmitri said happily as he ran the tip across my cheek, slicing into it slowly. “I will destroy you inch by inch until you are begging for the sweet release of death, and then, I will grant it to you, but not before I slaughter every member of your organization, of your family, so you know exactly how I felt all those years ago.”
The psychopath in front of me was not delivering a threat; his matter-of-fact tone was too nonchalant. This was a promise.
He was never going to stop until one of us was dead.
“How long will it take for you to break, I wonder?” Dmitri grinned. “Let’s find out.”
Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t the one going down.
An explosion burst from behind him, the force flipping the chair I was tied to onto its side, and I grunted from the pain as my hearing vanished, leaving only a ringing in my ears.
I caught sight of Dmitri screaming out orders and pointing at the door, something I couldn’t make out before I watched as the Russian bastards lit up alcohol filled bottles and threw them at the surrounding areas.
The fire was quick to catch on, spreading fast as it overtook the old warehouse, and the heat was unbearable.
My eyes caught Dmitri’s form.
“Don’t think you’ve won yet!” Dmitri screamed through the flames as it cut off him and a few of his men from mine charging inward. “I will destroy everything you love, Giovani! I will never stop!”
And then he grinned before he backed away into the growing smoke, and I lost sight of him.
A few of the men on his side were continuing to throw Molotov cocktails, burning the place to the ground in order to make a getaway.
All I could do was lay there and wait to see which would catch me first–my men, or the flames.
*Giovani*
Smoke was quickly swallowing up the oxygen within the warehouse, all air being sucked into a vacuum that only helped to spread the flames faster. I could barely see through all black, and my breath was coming in shallower as every inhale filled my lungs with ash.
My chest burned from how much I had already swallowed, and I could taste the cinders on my tongue as it burned dangerously close to me.
Chaos only continued to spread around me with flashes of guns firing and bodies dropping to the floor. I couldn’t tell who was an enemy or ally at this point. I shut my eyes as they burned and watered from the smoke.
I had to rely on my sense of touch as I struggled to pull my hands from the ropes binding them. As I reached out as much as I could, I felt something cold and metal on the tip of my fingers. I pulled it into my hands, wincing as a sudden sharpness sliced into my palm.
I maneuvered the blade into the rope, slicing through them with ease. The ropes loosened, and I felt around for the rope at my legs, cutting through them just as easily.
I coughed into my jacket, removing it from my body to tie it around my head as I searched for a way out.
I forced my eyes open, despite how much they burned, as I moved away from the flames and toward what I thought was the doorway.
But the fire was spreading too quickly, and I’d inhaled too much smoke. I burst into coughs, trying to gain a breath as I fell to one knee, my strength leaving me. My vision blurred around me, and for one horrible second, I thought I was going to die.
Olivia’s pretty smile flashed across my mind, and I struggled to my feet, pushing my body past all the abuse it had taken in the last hour and forcing myself to continue.
I wouldn’t leave her behind… not with our future so close.
“Giovani!” I heard a voice call.
Relief poured over me as I moved the jacket to scream out, “Here!”
I coughed, grabbing onto the nearest wall as I tried to remain upright. The smoke parted as a figure pushed through and something hard was shoved onto my face. I breathed in deeply at the sudden rush of air while the person beside me shoved something cold and metal into my hands.
I knew instinctively it was a handgun, one of my own. I wrapped my hands around it comfortably. With the mask on, I could breathe much better, but I was still feeling the effects of the smoke.
With one hand on my shoulder, I allowed myself to be led out of the burning warehouse. Once we were out, I tore the mask off my face, breathing in the fresh air before coughing once more.
“Here.” Gabriele in full combat gear glared at me as he forced the mask back on my face and led me further away to where our staff doctor was set up just off to the side. I heard the sirens of the firefighters already, heading straight this way.
“I’m fine.” I shoved the mask away from me, turning around to stare at the warehouse, ignoring our doctor. My men were working overtime to put out the fire, hoses of water being poured straight into the flames to extinguish them.
Luckily, the building wasn’t completely destroyed, but I knew instinctively that Dmitri had gotten away. I clenched my jaw, furious that he’d slipped out of our fingers once more.
“Search for survivors!” I demanded once the fire had died down to cinders. “Anyone who is alive, bring them here.”
“Yes, sir!” A few of my men nodded, charging guns up into the warehouse.
