Hunted By The Bratva Beast: A Bratva Stalker/Captive Romance, Jagger Cole [good books to read for 12 year olds .txt] 📗

Kostya’s jaw grinds. His eyes blaze with a fury that almost scares me.

“What is the point of all of this, Dimitri? Why—”

“Why have I been following you?” He grins and turns to me. He licks his lips salaciously. “And her?” He steps towards me. Kostya roars and strains at his binds, but Dimitri ignores him as he leans close. “I enjoyed watching you shower, little whore.”

I spit in his face. “Fuck you.”

Dimitri bristles. His teeth bare, and for a second, I brace for the hit. But it doesn’t come. He whirls on Kostya instead, snarling.

“This is what you abandoned your family for?! This is what made you ignore and forget your duty!? The revenge our father was owed!?”

“He was not our fucking—“

“He damn well was!!” Dimitri bellows. He winces, and his face ticks. With a snarl, he jabs a hand into his jacket pocket and pulls out a bottle of pills. He pops the cap and knock a few out into his mouth.

“He was, Kostya. He was the only father we knew. And you failed him.”

“He sent me to prison, Dimitri,” Kostya hisses. “He let you die!”

“Nyet, little brother,” he growls. “He saved me.”

Kostya shakes his head slowly. “You were shot so many times…”

“Twelve,” Dimitri snarls. “Twelve fucking times by those sons of whores. But Fyodor, our father, carried me to a man who kept me from death.” He narrows his eyes. “It took me two years to walk again, Kostya. Another year to take more than two steps without collapsing for air. Another year after that to eat more than soup.”

He sneers.

“Cry to me about prison, Kostya, please. Cry to me about eating solid food, and being able to piss standing up.”

Kostya shakes his head. “Dimitri, if I’d known…”

“Maybe it is best you didn’t, da?” He bares his teeth. “You knew about these bastards shooting Fyodor in the goddamn head. And your response to that was to fuck this little bitch.” He swings the gun back at me, making me flinch.

“So, Kostya. Maybe it is best you didn’t know I was alive. Or else maybe you’d have tried to fuck me,” he chuckles, then wheezes for air. When he catches his breath, he turns to me. He grins a thin, hard smile at me.

“You went soft, Kostya. You hesitated. You choose our enemies over family. That is why I’ve been shadowing you. To fix what you would not. To finish what you could not.”

“That was you,” I hiss quietly. “The night of the party.”

He smiles at me. “Da, little bitch. It was. And the car. And the hospital. And yet this… this…” he whirls and storms over to jab the gun against Kostya’s temple.

“No!” I scream.

Dimitri laughs. “This little coward—this little pussy—he kept defying me. He kept saving you.” He turns to Kostya and drops to his haunches in front of him.

“You chose the wrong team, little brother. You picked her over your own family.” He shakes his head. “That hurts me, Kostya. That hurts me a lot. So now?” He smiles and stands. He glances back at me with that same lecherous grin.

“Now, I’m going to hurt you.”

He starts to move towards me. His hand drops to his belt, and my heart stops.

“You stay the fuck away from me!”

Kostya roars and strains at his binds. “Get away from her!!” The chair creaks, but it holds, as much as he thrashes and bellows like a caged animal.

Dimitri smiles as he comes to a stop right in front of me, looking down on me.

“I want you to watch, Kostya. I want you to watch me ruin her. She’s a Kashenko whore, and I will treat her as such.”

He chuckles darkly, ignoring the roars from Kostya as he leans down. I recoil, shuddering as I feel his breath on my neck.

“I bet you will enjoy this, little whore,” he hisses into my ear. He leans even closer, and my stomach turns.

“Moan for him, yes? Moan like a good little whore when I fuck your—”

I twist my head, I clamp my mouth down on his ear, and I bite hard. Dimitri shrieks, pulling away from me. But I sink my teeth in, and I twist my head. He roars, blinding punching me. But I don’t let go. I bite harder, until suddenly, he falls away. But not all of him.

I almost throw up as I spit the huge chunk of Dimitri’s ear onto the floor. I can taste blood on my mouth. But I smile thinly as I watch him whirl, clutching at the side of his bleeding head.

“You fucking bitch!” He snarls. “You stupid fucking whore!”

He whirls again. I brace myself, but the first punch shakes me to my very center. I groan as he punches me again—in the side of the head, in the stomach. I cry out, gasping in pain as he lays into me. But I can take this. I had years of practice taking this.

Kostya is roaring like an animal as Dimitri pulls back, gasping for air. He looks almost as pained as me as he clutches his chest. The older Russian staggers back, blinding shoving his hand into his pocket and pulling out his pill bottle. He flips the cap off and groans as he knocks back another mouthful of them.

My head swims. I can feel my vision swaying in and out. I can take a hit, but the punches I’ve just taken are still ringing in my ears. They’re still making my head fuzzy.

“I watched you, Kostya,” Dimitri hisses. “I hoped you’d see the light. But you kept disappointing me. And that hurts, Kostya.” He turns to smile at him. “Now, I’m going to hurt you. Keep your eyes open, brother. And your ears. I want you to hear her scream—”

“You know why I didn’t ‘avenge’ Fyodor, Dimitri?” Kostya snarls.

“Because you are weak—”

“Because he was a piece of shit.”

Dimitri stiffens.

“Because he was a coward, who had children do his dirty work, because he was afraid of getting his hands