A Kitty in the Lion's Den(36)

“Ah, Kettah, my dear.” He took another step toward her. “You evaded me far longer than I gave you credit for.” He looked over at Maverick who was making small, deep noises, as if he were trying to talk. “And, Marick, I thought you were dead. You’re a smart bastard, I’ll give you that, but it seems that your luck has finally run out.” Viktor smoothed his hands down his chest, and then clasped his hands in front of him.

Her father never liked to get his hands dirty, but apparently this was a special occasion for him. He stopped in front of her, and in a move far quicker than she anticipated, he had his hand wrapped around her throat and had her hauled up. The tips of her toes barely touched the ground, and she clawed the iron-tight clasp he had on her throat, cutting off her oxygen. “It’s truly a shame, Kettah. I wish things didn’t have to come to this, but everyone knows that once you fuck over a Milokov then that is the end.” He brought his arm up, and through the pounding of her pulse she heard the low groan come from Maverick. That had energy pouring into her, and she brought one of her legs back and kneed her father right between the legs. He howled in pain, loosening his hold slightly, but still he didn’t let go enough for her to escape him. How could she hope to save Maverick when it was clear she couldn’t even do that for herself? Her father slammed his fist into the side of her face, and pain exploded along her temple. She went flying through the air, hit the wall, slid down it, and tried to stay conscious, but the darkness was too much of a temptation, and she wasn’t strong enough to fight it.





Chapter Fourteen



Maverick’s lion rose up, pushing through the haze the drugs inside of him, and trying to gather all of his strength. His mate’s pain slammed into him as forcefully as if it were his own, and the sight of Viktor hitting her had rage burning so brightly inside of him it would have blinded the whole fucking town. Someone kicked him in the ribs, but he couldn’t feel anything aside from his mate’s pain and his own anger and hatred. Someone rolled him over, and as his vision cleared, his lion continuing to push through the drugs, he saw the male that he loathed, the one whom he should have killed six years ago.

“Marick, it has been a long time, old friend. Oh, wait, you’re not going by that name anymore, right?” He turned and looked at Konstantine, another motherfucker that was just as vile as his father, and would die by his hands tonight, too. “Son, what does the great lion go by now?”

“Maverick Storm.” There was a hiss in Konstantine’s voice.

“Yes, Maverick.” Viktor looked at him again and smirked. “I like it, but too bad you won’t be around much longer to continue using it.” Another swift kick to his side had Maverick groaning. “Ah, there we go. Coming around I see.” Viktor stared at him for a long few seconds, but Maverick needed every bit of time for his lion to continue to wade through the drugs and come forth. He needed his animal more than ever right now, because he had four assholes he needed to take down. “Konstantine, I want the lion here to see what happens when they fuck over a Milokov, and this should make it even sweeter seeing as my dear daughter has mated with the asshole that thought he could get away from the business.” Konstantine chuckled, but Viktor cut a nasty glare to his son, shutting the cat up instantly. “Go to your sister and make sure she screams.”

Maverick tried to move, tried to go to Kettah, but whatever they had shot into him made his human body sluggish. It was like moving through tar, but his lion was making progress. It was just too slow for Maverick’s comfort. Viktor grabbed him by the hair and lifted his upper body up so he could see Konstantine walk up to Kettah. His mate was slouched against the wall, her eyes closed but her heart still pounding fierce and strong. His lion growled and clawed to get free and go to his mate, protect her and tear these fuckers apart until there was only blood and shredded body parts left. But there was commotion behind him, and the sound of grunts of pain, curses, and flesh meeting flesh sounded loudly.

“What the fuck?” Martin, Sevastian, what the hell?” Viktor shifted his body so he could see what was happening, and the two fuckers that had fought him downstairs were currently grappling for supremacy.

“Shoot him,” the one named Martin grunted out, but the other one, a bear shifter, slammed his fist over and over again in the side of Martin’s head.

“Sevastian, stop.” Konstantine lifted his hand, and the sight of his silver gun gleamed under the ceiling light.

“Konstantine, worry about taking care of Kettah. I’ll shoot these fuckers myself.” Viktor dropped Maverick to the ground, and Maverick saw Konstantine move over to Kettah again.