“I pushed my staying in America as far as I could, but eventually, I knew I needed to return to Russia. Therefore, I set up the accident to fake my own death and give me free passage back. Davey and Pete were collateral damage. I thought your mother would be fine. She had you after all. When I heard of her death, it ruined me. Maybe you will know how that feels one day, maybe today,” he states casually as he gets up from his seat.
“What do you want?” I ask, squeezing onto Kalie.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he answers smugly. “I want you. I need you on my team. I know how lethal you are Son, and I want you with me. Come back to your roots.”
“Fuck my roots, my roots are here.”
“Then I have no other choice, Son,” he says, smiling at me.
I look down to Kalie before looking back up to him. “Where’s Alaina?”
At the mention of Alaina’s name, I feel Kalie’s body go stiff under my grasp. I look down to her and stare deep into her eyes. She’s different. When I look into her eyes now, I see nothing but emptiness.
I whisper against her lips, “What did they do to you, baby? They won’t hurt you again. You need to trust me, okay? Do you trust me?”
She looks at me, a single tear dropping from her eye as her face goes dead straight. “No,” she says sternly with absolutely no emotion whatsoever.
“Fuck,” I mumble, placing her onto the ground.
I need to get away from her, I don’t want anything that is about to go down anywhere near her. I push her hair behind her ear and kiss her lightly on the curve of her ear.
“I need you to stay against that wall, baby. Don’t move. I will earn you back, I promise you. I love you Kalie-Rose, I fucking love you so much, baby. Please, trust me on this,” I whisper.
When I bring my head back from her ear, I look down into her eyes and see they are pouring with tears. She nods and moves against the wall.
“Good girl,” I whisper before standing back up.
“I’ll come with you, on one condition,” I say, pulling my shoulders straight, “you bring Alaina out here and let the girls and my men walk.”
He nods his head, looking over to one of the men in the corner.
“Go, get the blonde.”
The man walks out and a few moments later walks back in with Alaina draped over his shoulders. My heart slumps into my chest again as he drops her onto the ground next to Kalie. She murmurs and stirs and I see Kalie pull her up into her, brushing her hair away from her forehead. If I thought Kalie looked bad, Alaina looks like death. I look at her with worried eyes, the same worry a brother would look at his sister. When she opens her eyes slightly, she sees me and gasps.
“Ade? Ade, is that you? No. No. I’m dreaming again. It can’t be…” she whispers off, coming in and out of oblivion.
They’re both unrecognizable. These two sweet girls have now been exposed to such corruption that I don’t think they’ll ever be the same again. “Done, let’s fucking go,” I say to my father.
I look to Kalie, as everyone begins walking out. “I love you, baby. I’ll be back for you. I promise.” She turns her head away from me, obvious pain in her stare.
I look to Alaina. “Zane’s outside, firecracker.”
Glancing up to Chad I give him a small smile and a head nod, before following out the door.
We’re walking back down the corridor and I begin to count how many men there are. In front of me is my father, in front of him is five other men, and I don’t know if there are any others outside. I can take them, I fucking know I can, but not while they’re carrying their weapons. When we reach the steps, we start to make our way up. Once the first man reaches the deck, a single gunshot rings out and the man drops to the ground. I look at my father and elbow him square in the face, making him stumble back. Pulling on the legs of the man that’s in front of him, he smashes his face on the steps, and I stomp down on the back of his head, cracking open his jaw and teeth on the step. I spin back around and see my father’s gun raised on me.
“Boys, now unless you want to be a valuable man down, I would let us out peacefully,” he yells out to Zane.
Zane walks in front of the entrance, pulls up his gun and shoots the man standing in front of him square in the head.
“Zane…” Frank, or should I say ‘Kazimir’ warns.
“Don’t give a fuck what you say, Frank. I’ll kill you all.”
I look sideways at the gun raised to my temple, and in a split second I whip it out of his hands, flipping it around and shooting him in the leg. Turning around, and pointing the gun to the face of the fat fuck I remember from the video and drop it.