SNEAK-PEEK of CH. 8 "If looks could kill..."

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Dear all, it's been such long time since I posted a new chapter or something here. My sincere apologies for long absence and believe me when I say that I missed everyone and everything related to this, and that I missed writing very much.

I know this is not a full chapter, but it's just a sneak peek, but well, until I complete the chapter, I wanted to give you something to read, even if short.

Did you miss Anatoly and Oleg? I sure did. And they all missed you!

Thank you so much for all of your wonderful messages and for the incredible welcome back you gifted me with!  As always you are FANTASTIC!

I want to dedicate this sneak-peek to a special friend, Purva194. Thank you for everything babbu :-)

On the right a wonderful banner made for me and a song that I think will fit part of this. You will let me know about that.

But no more talks and here it comes.

As always, enjoy!

-SNEAK-PEEK CH.8-

EXTERNAL POV:

“If looks could kill, we would be all dead meat.”

This without doubts was the general thought that crossed everyone’s mind as they stopped in front of the intimidating figure belonging to Oleg Azarov.

The man stood there and observed each of them with granitic and hard expression, assessing each of them for a long moment, for then focusing on Anatoly, being helped by his brother Dmitri and his friend Aleksandr, his other friends, River and Adrian, stood behind them and Adrian as well had signs of a recent fight on his face, but way less visible than Anatoly’s, who had a purple and swollen eye, cut lips and dried blood on his face and knuckles. Nothing seemed broken at first sight, but the man standing there in his impeccable suit would not let this accident pass by as nothing. He would make sure to have a proper talk with the responsible person and make sure to have that person pay, pay dearly indeed.

They all kept silent for long and painful seconds as they felt that man’s eyes on them, his palpable but contained and well masked ire, his irises darker than usual. They all knew that man was beyond mad. Actually, to be more precise, they all suspected he was rather upset; only Anatoly knew he was dangerously livid and trying to restrain it for the role and position he had in their family. He knew he was screwed. He also knew he wanted to go back and beat the shit out of that dimwit once more, but probably better leave it for now and pipe it down, as that man was about to bury all of them six feet under with just his glares.

Anatoly met Oleg’s eyes and gulped. He had already seen them blazing in that way, or more correctly, deepening in black and anger till becoming like two black holes.

Anatoly had seen those eyes already two times in the past; once when they found him on the street after he left the gang and the second time when he had listened to what had happened to him in school with that teacher.

Anatoly gulped again and for a moment prayed to disappear, but at the same time held his head up and stared at the man with equal intensity. He didn’t ask for that fight, he didn’t ask for being beaten up, but deep inside he knew it was all caused by his twisted past. He swallowed feeling pain in his mouth and Oleg did not miss it. He clenched his jaws and silently took a deep breath to restore necessary calm in his maddened self.

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