Serpentine Desires

Special chapter-The Annihilator- 167

Kyle Molotov

Great. So, the homicidal wolf was off the leash, the damsel was once again in distress, and I was the only one with a goddamn functioning brain cell in this entire house.

Well, the Romanovski family was going to lose its shit once they heard this.

I didn't blame them.

If my psychopathic unhinged son turned into a raging lunatic over some woman, I'd be fucking concerned too. Judas motherfucking Romanovski in love? That's like handing a rabid wolf a fucking chew toy and expecting it not to shred it to pieces.

But this wasn't just any woman—this was her. Seraphina Rosewood. The brat I had the pleasure of babysitting in Russia. The goddamn Juliet to his unhinged, bloodthirsty Romeo.

Judas was losing his goddamn mind. And when Judas lost his mind, people ended up in body bags. That meant more work for me.

I cracked my knuckles, exhaling sharply as Rivera muttered into the earphones. "I always figured if Romanovski ever lost his shit, it'd be over something like, I don't know, an assassination attempt. Maybe a billion-dollar deal going sideways. Definitely not a woman."

Ralph shot me a look that could peel the skin off a corpse. Glad he couldn't hear what the bastard was muttering in my fucking ears. "This isn't just a woman, Rivera. Fucking speed this up and tell me if there's some kind of... trap."

"Yeah, yeah." The bastard must be rolling his eyes and I turned my head visibly uncomfortable by Ralph Romano's glare. "No causalities, Molotov. Though, I fear the files you gave me are encrypted."

"Encrypted to what? Decode it. I don't care."

Fuck my life.

I should be in Japan, finding my father—not dancing to the tune of Judas fucking Romanovski.

And to make matters worse? He just blew up Lucius's warehouses. I wouldn't be surprised if he set the forest on fire.

Like a normal man would drown his sorrows in whiskey, maybe punch a wall, Judas decided to detonate entire goddamn buildings. Of course, he did.

But a job was a job. I needed Romanovski's power for my own sick purpose. So unless the files were uploaded on the server, Morozov's death would be meaningless. He needed to be destroyed before that. Shit. Did I have to involve Ralph Romano in this? He was the only one I had access to at that moment. If I somehow asked Alexei, well, let's not go there. After the encounter with him, I barely had any patience to deal with the man.

Though not like Ralph was any better. The man was a vulture in a thousand-dollar suit. I did not doubt that if his biological son died, I'd be next on the fucking list.

So, I told him.

"Mr Romano?"

His gaze snapped to mine as if he wanted to dissect me. I noticed he was holding a cup of coffee, probably the exhausted day with all that Zayne and Mrs Romanovski's situation. I cleared my throat, looking dead into his eyes. "If your son dies, I expect an early funeral invitation."

His eyes darkened. "Excuse me?"

I sighed, stretching my tongue lazily cause now I had to talk to another bloody psychopath. "Judas is about to go nuclear," And I was the poor bastard stuck keeping him from turning this city into a fucking wasteland. But if he was dead? Well. That meant I was next. And I really didn't want to spend my last hours writing a eulogy.