Owner of my hell

aus M

lose and making it clear to friends that their betrayals will not be forgiven, the reason? When we s

and helpless face of one of these fools under my moccasin, the blood dripping down his nose, bruises marking every bit of his skin

er. - I speak cutting the silence, bending over th

f showing everyone how a traitor dies never ceases to be pleasur

r voice comes out slurr

hould have known by now that there is no mercy I can giv

nswer, pulling the dagger from the sheath I carry around my waist. - But

is you

sing the blade to cut his throat from one end to the other, making blo

oldier while cleaning the dag

Si

mother-in-law and call the driver, I

nition charges hijacked by my idiot father-in-law, I have gained just one more re

-law, especially when both of them are two vipers dressed in the purest beauty surrounded by expensive jewelry. The lies that drip like poison

y nothing will be able to prevent the death of that woman, the most conservative families within the council expect her to rec

of forgiveness, so why wo

of the council. - Dimitri breaks the silence whe

them however having them by my side is always good, I rem

laughter inside the car annoys me, I glare at hi

g with people who pretend not to know about the underworld go on and on in a constant flow. When the escalade stops in front of the luxury spa that my beloved wife likes to g

e status to rise in the hierarchy, I needed the power that the Dobriev family brought with it. Now they are just r

y suit, waving to the soldiers who soon open the door

with her short blond hair being co

n good enough to make a cup of coffee. - Her irrita

g her face as she bends down to clean up the mess, so conniving... My thoughts leave the girl when Yago's huffing draws the

don't have the slightest hesitation when I pull the gun from my back and shoot Yago in the middle of the forehead before he can react. The chorus of screamin

ned face contorts into

... my lov

y something that will in

d Mikhail - Your whiny voice

ould love to take the time to torture them if I didn't have to organize th

n a state of shock fall to the floor in despair, screaming for the blood that now stains his

her face, and the well-drawn nose, perhaps at most twenty years old, wearing a gr

I ask without even no

r is actually a very dark shade of brown, the smooth shape that comes from the roots to the

afraid and this only intensifies th

g with me. - I

lift her off the ground before puddles of blood start to stain her pants, dra

side the Bratva, I throw the girl into the back seat of the scal