The Beast

Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty-Five
New Family Tree

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LEV

   "What now?" Viktor asked next to me.

   "Zamolchi."

   The words came out through gritted teeth. My control was slipping, but in the safety of my car, I did not care. Because all I wanted—all I needed—was to use my SRK and dig it into the trachea of these ublyudki. The same ublyudki who tricked me. Me.

I'm reminded of what happened minutes ago.

Me and twelve men approaching the warehouse; only for it to be completely. Fucking. Empty. The building was spacious, but we covered the area in ten minutes. There wasn't even a fucking speck of dust.

This was a setup.

For what, I still haven't learned. But I will. And when I do, blood will stain my hands.

SRK in one hand, phone in the other, I searched for the footage I found from Roza's place. I struggled to fight off the temptation to wrap my fingers around the blade, knowing it would help drag me away from the rage consuming my levelheadedness.

   "Where should I drive?" Viktor spoke again, and I snapped.

   "Take me to her."

   I didn't need to explain who her was.

   Viktor valued his life, so he didn't ask anymore questions.

   Good.

   I needed to see moye kukolka. If there was any chance of me regaining focus, it would be from her. And right now, I need to be focused.

   I need to be in control. I need to relax.

   And yet, a snake has been twisting itself throughout my body since driving away from her. I couldn't help but think I was missing something. I was Lev Somov. I don't miss anything.

   By the time I finally found the street footage of the warehouse, I was shaking with the urge for violence. Soon. I'll have them soon.

   The van stopped in front of the warehouse. And for five minutes, that's where they stayed. To give me false sense of security. They never stepped out of the car, and after the minutes passed, they drove off again. I followed them using the cameras—an easy task, but I still twisted my SRK and slammed it into the seat next to me. I imagined it slicing through someone's flesh.

   For the next few minutes, I tracked the van through traffic. But as time passed, the more I struggled to loosen my grip on my phone. When they turned into familiar street, my face paled in realization.

   They weren't driving out of the city.

   They were driving to my apartment.

   They are driving to Hannah.

   My blood ran cold. All I could do was continue tapping through the city's cameras, and when the van slowed in front of the apartment, my suspicions were confirmed. Thirst for blood gone, I looked at Viktor through the rear-view mirror and roared, "Tell everyone to go to her. Now!"

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HANNAH

   I woke up tied in my living room. Arms bound behind my back in what felt like rope. My ankles were also tied, but the knot didn't feel as tight.