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Chapter Thirty

⚠️Warning ⚠️

Contains graphic content.

Uri's POV

The air surrounding me was becoming stale and bitter as I clenched my teeth down on the butt of my cigarette, inhaling a deep breath before feeling the harsh burn that it gifted my throat.

I blow the nicotine from my lungs, the dense white smoke filling the car, outlining the two figures staggering through the water happily, their hold on each other never wavering as my body began to burn with uncontrollable rage.

That prick always has to be touching her.

The way his eyes betray him though gave me immense pleasure, knowing that I have found a weakness in this so-called king of Israel. A title he has held for far too long.

True, I could go through his family, sister or brother, but they were on the same level as I, trained to torture and kill while doing so with a pleasant smile on their face. His mother, unfortunately, was even more unpredictable than all of them put together.

Dripping in the finest clothes and jewels, a pleasant smile and radiant beauty was all an act to the outside world, because the daughter of Igor Haddad was laying beneath the surface of her well-kept facade, waiting, watching with cunning eyes.

Her father was a fucking killing machine, and she was raised by the most brutal of man to ever walk the steps of the holy land. He would put the fucking boogie man to shame with the ungodly shit he had done to people. And he had taught his only daughter all he knew.

And Satan would be waiting for him with open arms once he passed through the gates of fire. Like greeting an old friend.

So, we had to tread extremely careful with our dealings, even though I knew Yaakov had an idea that I and our family were behind a lot of it.

I didn't need Igor coming out of retirement to fuck it all up, even though it was Sofia I was more worried about.

I know Yaakov is having me tailed, along with my brother, sister and men, but do I give a shit? Nope, not tonight I didn't. I hope his men tell him that I was here, sitting in my car parked on the side of the road, watching his sexy Ava in that white lace outfit that was hugging her magnificent body perfectly.

Her wet hair falling over her slender shoulders, sticking to her sun kissed skin while her breasts struggled to remain in that fucking strapless bra of hers.

My dick had been hard the moment she removed herself out of that sun dress, and I would be lying if I hadn't already given myself a tug or two on my throbbing cock.

I was only human after all.

But seeing her at the restaurant a few days ago had me permanently hard, throbbing and aching for her in a way I hadn't known before. It wasn't love, hell no, I was incapable of that bullshit.

It was all Yaakov.

I wanted what he had, wanted to taint it with my mouth, teeth, hands and cock till there was nothing left of her for him. I wanted to ruin her so fucking badly that I could taste her creamy cunt on my lips.

And I would.

I smiled to myself before rolling down the window to my Bently GT and tossing the cigarette out, my eyes never leaving her till I shifted the car into drive. The plan I had in place for so long was about to become a reality, and I couldn't wait to unleash the chaos upon them all.