Honor (BWWM)

Chapter 22

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Omniscient

Grey watched as the ticking time bomb named Kol flicked his lighter as he paced back and forth in front of him. Kol had already been sedated multiple times to the point he had reached his limit before it became hazardous, so they couldn't do that anymore. His brothers tried restraining him, but with his training, strong emotions, impulses, and excellent strength, he got out of those pretty quickly. So now, under strict lock and key, he was being confined to the building that he was currently planning on setting on fire. All he had to do was get out of the watchful eye of his closest brother.

Kol's impulses were nothing new since everyone knew about them. Aleksei used it to his advantage, although he knew it was playing with fire, no pun intended, to indulge in a person who literally found enjoyment with such a very unruly element like fire. It was times like these that he had to deal with the disadvantage of enabling. The fact that multiple men could not leave the building and were stuck with a bomb inside with them, did not sit right with anyone, except for Kol, who didn't care about anything at the moment.  

Grey had never seen Kolenka like this before and he honestly didn't know what to do. He just knew he needed to do something and something fast, before the "bomb" detonated and they all suffered.

"Kol, how about you express what's on your mind? Maybe it'll help with the pent up emotions you're battling," Grey gently suggested.

"It won't. Since I can't have what I need and want, I'm nothing but a restless beast."

"At least try. Just say something, anything. Please," Grey tried again.

Kol stopped pacing, tilted his head and stared unblinkingly, sending Grey a soul-chilling gaze that made him have to fight from visibly flinching. A few moments passed before he turned his head in front of him, blinked once, and started pacing again.

"Sure. I want to set every single one of you that's in this god-forsaken building on fire. I want to hear you scream in agony as I smell the stench of burnt flesh while your skin dissolves off your muscles and the tissue melts off the bone. And I want to taste the fear and despair in the air as your life force drains from your body while I watch you struggle with your natural instinct to stop it as quickly as possible even though it would be nearly impossible, since I would douse you with an accelerant beforehand. Then I want to hunt down Sergei and Maxim, torture them in the most creative ways my dark mind can think of, chop their body parts up, spread them across the states, and set them on fire to cause more fires," Kol paused and stared at a random spot on the wall.

"Then bit by fucking bit, I would literally set the Bratva on flames, making it nonexistent, as well as anyone else standing in my way," he thought silently to himself.

"Happy now?" Kolenka asked as he stared at Grey, whose mouth was in the shape of an 'o' and eyes wide.

Greylon knew Kol's mind could grow very dark; it was how he became The Russian Wolf and his reputation preceded him. But he didn't think that that kind of mind could be turned towards him and his own brothers.

Kol humorlessly chuckled and resumed his pacing. After a moment, Grey cleared his throat and collected himself and spoke again.

"Yes, I am happy, even though you're imagining me and the others dying. I'm happy you still got it out." Kol scoffed at his words, but said nothing more.

"Do you ever open up to Yasmin?" Grey prodded.

Kolenka thought about the question. Did he open up and express himself to her?