Sinful Games (Sinful #2) | 18+

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

"All I was afraid of is saying good-bye."

― Mitch Albom

TRIGGER WARNING VERY DARK CHAPTER

Alexsei

A month's slipped by since Caia last went to see her father.

The day after our sextape – which I've occasionally rewatched because, fuck, Caia was utterly captivating – I made an unannounced visit to Mankiev's dirty old place.

Surprise etched across his face, fear dancing in his eyes as he scurried like a coward behind his dining table.

My fist met his face as I delivered one final warning.

Caia didn't want him dead, just gone, but I'd had enough.

If Mankiev crosses my path again, he'll meet the slowest, most agonizing death imaginable.

After that day, we've settled back into our familiar routine, and everything has been going smoothly.

Lukyan had even stopped teething, and we could finally sleep again.

But then, Igor called for an emergency meeting.

"Fucking Vlad!" Igor cursed, hurling his phone against the wall.

We watched as it shattered into pieces.

He was fuming, pacing in circles, sweat dripping down his forehead.

I couldn't blame him.

If someone I considered my brother betrayed me like Vlad did to Igor, I'd be just as furious.

For months, Vlad had been trying to steal more and more clients away from the Silas, and that bastard had been succeeding.

It truly seems like people prefer quantity over quality.

But today, Vlad had crossed Igor's limit.

I knew he had been out of the country for quite some time, pampering himself in the US doing god knows what – probably visiting one of his mistresses or, worse, maybe a hidden family he never talked to us about.

I chuckled at the thought of Vlad with a kid.

If it were a boy, he'd be a fucking illiterate one, but if it were a girl, God have mercy on her soul.

A man like Vlad didn't deserve to have any woman in his life, let alone a daughter.

Anyway, Igor found out that Vlad had been trying to convince the Las Águilas in Colombia to stop doing business with us.

Their shit was one of our biggest sources of revenue, and if we lost it, it would definitely have a significant impact on our business.

"Don't worry, boss," Volk said, taking a seat on the couch. "I'll kill him for you."

"Death is too kind for this bastard," Igor spat, also sitting down on the couch and bringing his hands to his head.

I leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips. "Well, let's not jump to murder just yet. Besides, if we kill Vlad, who's going to be the punching bag for all our frustrations?"

Dimitri, Volk, and Igor stared at me, unamused.

But I couldn't resist. With a chuckle, I added, "Plus, finding a replacement punching bag might be a hassle. Vlad's been doing such a great job."