Attracted to His Cold

Chapter 31

Trigger Warning!

This chapter contains graphic scenes of torture.

Cassie's POV

Viktor's car comes speeding down the road, barrelling towards us. Cole uses his grip on my waist to guide me to one of the cars. He opens the door and sits me down in one of the seats.

"Stay here and don't move." he says, pulling a gun out from the front seat.

"What?! Are you crazy? Lupo, I can help. I'm not leaving you." I argue.

"I just got you back. I will not lose you again, gattina. Stay here." he closes the door and leaves before I can say anything more.

I look up to see Sophia and Olivia here as well. I look over to where Viktor is, and I can see two cars and seven additional men. They're all shooting at the group of our men, and I watch in horror as a bullet creates an indent in the car, right next to Cole's head. Bullet after bullet is fired from both ends, most of them missing my brothers, and the Italians.

"Screw this. I will not sit here and watch as they play 'last man standing'." I mutter to no-one in particular, grabbing an automatic and a few throwing knives from back of the car where I'm sat.

I get out of the car and close the door slightly, using it as cover for myself. I glance over at the five men and see Santiago giving Sebastien some ammo. As he reloads the gun, Sebastien looks up and locks eyes with me. I look away and aim my gun at the Russians.

One thing about being 'koroleva nozhey' - the queen of knives - is that I was trained on how to use a gun, not just knives, for situations just like this. Granted, the Volkov's trained me under the assumption I would be on their side, but that's just life for you, I guess. You never know what can happen.

Out of all of the men, I recognise three by name. One of them is Alastair Smirnov, thirty years old, no family, no wife or girlfriend, no kids. He's been part of the Volk's for the past ten years, and he's been loyal to a fault. He was one of the many Volk's that guarded my 'room' before I escaped.

I raise my gun and aim for his head, taking in a breath and letting it out to steady myself before pulling the trigger and killing him. He drops dead and the man next to him turns, the brief moment of distraction causing his life to end as another one of my bullets is shot and ends up in his skull. Adrenaline fills me as I survey the scene in front of me. There are only three men left now at this point; Viktor, a random man, and another man that will soon be just another tally on my list of kills.

Dmitriy Valeriya Maul.

The third mystery man falls to the ground, and I take that as my opportunity to pounce, grabbing one of the knives I took and throwing it at Dmitriy's stomach. His gun drops to the ground, and he clutches his wound, staggering a little to try and stay upright. I charge at Dmitriy, using my shoulder to barrel into him and knock him down with a groan. I get on top of him and pound my fist into his face a few times, screaming in rage as I do so. Someone comes up behind me, and I turn my head slightly to see who it is as they lift me to my feet.

I bring my leg up at full force, making Viktor double over as he clutches his dick. I lean down to grab the knife from Dmitriy's stomach, deliberately twisting it as I pull it out. I swipe the knife across the back of Viktor knees, causing him to cry out and go down. I turn my attention back to the man lying before me, blood dribbling out of his mouth. I lift the knife up into the air and make eye contact with him, smiling darkly.

"This is for raping me, sukin ty syn!" [you son of a bitch!]

I bring the knife down with every ounce of strength I have, blood splattering over my face as the blade pierces through the flesh of his genitalia. Dmitriy lets out a pained scream, and I drag a different blade horizontally across his chest, creating an 'X'. My signature mark.