40. Vitali

FORTY

Vitali

three weeks later

I ’m smiling ear to ear at a graveside and my dick is in my hand while I water the fresh earth of Borya’s resting place. It might be hyperbole to other people, but I do the same to my father’s unmarked spot and it feels right to piss on Stasi’s demons too. My phone buzzes, cutting my toilet break short as Dima’s one-word message comes through to say it’s time for me to have my girl back.

None of my family will speak to me the same, they’re still holding on to their anger and if what Dani’s been told isn’t exaggerated, I deserve that shit for what I said to my own niece. My parents didn’t impart a lot of values in me, but they did give all of their children the ability to ruin others both physically and verbally.

I’m surprised Vlad hasn’t killed me for knowing his secret and saying it in the most fucked-up way possible, but it makes sense why Inessa refuses to acknowledge I exist. I hate myself for saying that shit, and I push it away as I make my way through the graveyard to the private land covered in trees.

I’m more excited about seeing Stasi come back into her own head after her hyper focusing on finding the fuckers who took us than any torture. The weeks of watching her shut down will officially be over and I’ll have her back fully; she hasn’t even relaxed in sleep, and I’ve barely heard her say two words outside of her hacking. They’ve all been a variation of ‘not now’. I ask her to sit with me, she’s busy. I want to fucking hold her, five minutes. The same shit on a loop while she pretends she’s not hurt.

The only person she’s managed to hold a conversation with is Crusty and that little shit refuses to work on my behalf even when I pay her.

I should drug her ass, make Stasi relax and stay in my arms longer because my girl doesn’t push me away in her sleep. The few hours she’s laid beside me are all we get before her vengeance takes over.

I stop off at the caretaker’s house and wash my hands before going to our meeting point in the woods beside the graves. I might piss on the dead but I’m not unhygienic. Reaching the secluded edge of woods, I can’t see shit and nearly walk into a tree trunk as I make my way towards the clearing Stasi has chosen for her revenge. We have well-lit warehouses, but I think she likes the poetry of the setting, and my dick hardens when I finally see her. The moon provides enough light without the densely packed trees for her rage to glow. Fucking perfect, powerful beyond measure even if she didn’t have a gun in her hand.

The woman gagged and tied in the middle doesn’t get my attention, neither do the shadows of our psychotic family giving my girl the exact revenge she’s planned. It’s her, in any light or darkness, who owns me, and I stand behind her, holding her hips. She turns her head and smiles. Fuck me, she actually smiles and the fact they’re such a rarity always places more of my heart at her feet, knowing they’re not for anyone else.

It’s wider than it has been in over a month, and I kiss her cheek. We’re the only ones not wearing masks and despite not seeing any features I know the shadow moving to the middle is Vanya since she skips towards Genevieve who has her hands tied together as she kneels in front of us. Vanya removes the fabric from Genevieve’s mouth and leaves her hands tied before skipping away like a fairy.

The begging starts, muting her steps. “I have money.”

My girl stiffens and her voice is deadly as she says, “You had money, but I’ll give you an opportunity to live. Where is Rowan?”

I can’t appreciate Stasi’s brutality with the reminder of the cunt. The shadowed theater hands move closer while Stasi remains a statue. Her finger twitches on the gun, but she holds herself taut as screams ring out and Genevieve’s head slams to the side with Vanya’s boot hitting her in the jaw.

My girl is ethereal, a violent goddess, and there’s only strength in her voice as she says, “Where. Is. He?”

Genevieve bites her tongue hard enough for blood to spill over the edge of her lip. She’s shaking in fear, but it’s not due to any damage we can inflict. We’re clearly going to kill her, and my brothers take turns cutting into her face, yet none of it gets her to speak.

Vanya’s silhouette turns towards us, and she shakes her head, communicating with Stasi. The shadows move back as Stasi rolls her shoulders and continues speaking in a deadly tone.

“I’ll give you a chance to live. Run.”

Genevieve drags herself to stand and my psycho girl adds lower.

“If I catch you, I win.”

Leaves crunch as my brothers, niece, and stepdad all go back to their positions in the trees surrounding us.

There are going to be teeth marks in my dick from my zipper because Stasi’s crazy speaks to mine, she’s always so controlled and uncaring, but deep down she’s violent. Her mind doesn’t crave blood on her hands or to feel the force of breaking someone, exactly as she does everything, she enjoys the control of projecting an incorrect image. That’s why she’s allowing the bitch to think she’s safe or that there’s an opportunity to escape, my violent headfuck.

There’s the smallest gap between our bodies that mine begs me to close. I don’t want to distract her from her plan, so I tighten my hold on her hips to ground myself.Crazy girls are always the best, and mine is fucking nuts. She doesn’t move from her position as the dumb bitch tries to run with her hands tied together. Genevieve makes it to the edge of the clearing, one more step and she’d be hidden amongst the trees, when Stasi raises her hand.

She fires three shots in quick succession, each one hits her target. They’re not kill shots; my crazy girl is aiming for maximum hurt without moving. Each of Genevieve’s calves have a bullet embedded into them and the blood soaking through her blouse shows she’s also got one lodged in her kidney.

The pitch-black hand comes through the gap and pushes her back into the middle. She screams as her legs give way under her, but she’s stopped begging as she drags her ass up to take a different path. Fuck me, my mind comes up with some fun games to play before I kill someone, but Stasi is nuclear. Hers is fueled by pain not enjoyment.

I gently stroke around her hip and push my hand under her T-shirt, laying it flat on her stomach as I kiss her shoulder. Stasi doesn’t push me away, she doesn’t tense; with one hand remaining on her weapon she lays the other over mine as she gets her peace.

Each time Genevieve runs to the edges of the clearing to get free she’s pushed back. But Stasi doesn’t shoot her in the head, she allows her the thought of escape and only fires when she’s right at the cusp of getting free. Each bullet hits a non-fatal part of her body, and it allows her the adrenaline of false survival.

When she runs out of paths to take and she’s pushed back each time, Genevieve turns to Stasi and falls to her knees, unable to remain standing. I rest my chin on Stasi’s shoulder and she doesn’t give a speech before she pulls the trigger one last time and shoots her in the head.

Genevieve’s body slumps against the dirt and Stasi turns in my arms, her face buried in my chest and the shadows remove their masks. Val steps through the trees and drags the dead bitch by her ankle towards the graveyard. The others follow him with Vanya still skipping to catch up to her dad so she can trip him. Leaves and twigs snap under their feet as Vlad stumbles then it stops, and silence descends upon us as they’re too far away to be able to be seen in the low moonlight.

Once we’re alone she looks up and breathes out her hurt that will never leave as she says, “That wasn’t for me.”

Nodding my head, I kiss her forehead and hold her tighter. My beautiful girl hides her pain, thinking she’s alone in it or isn’t allowed to feel it in the first place.There’s nothing but gentleness in my voice as I ask, “I know, sweetness, feel a little better?”

I know the answer already because she’s smiling for the first time without it being immediately weighed down. She’s cute as fuck with the smell of blood and gunpowder in the air as she smiles against my lips and whispers, “It was for you, do you feel better?”

My answer isn’t vocal, it’s my lips moving over hers and she continues fucking smiling, wrecking me. There’s a faint heat to her cheeks and she’s lucky I can’t confirm if she’s blushing or I’d have a heart attack, at the least I’d pass out.

Every night she’s slept in my arms without letting them touch, she’ll kiss my cheek and she won’t want anything other than my arms to touch her. Because my crazy girl has been waiting for her revenge to be mine again, not her revenge — mine. I fucking knew she loved me.

Stasi breathes life into me as she leans up on her toes to wrap her arms around my neck without any hesitance.

She needed blood, and I need her.