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“If you ever try to contact me in any way, you will be met with a knife between the ribs. And if I were you, I’d watch your back from now on.”
    Speechless, I watch as she signals for departure. When she’s almost through the door, I finally find my voice.
    “What the fuck just happened, Angel Moy ? You owe me some kind of explanation; don’t you think?”
    She spins around and that fucker Afon tries to grab her wrist but she shrugs him off. Standing in front of me, she jabs a finger at my chest.
    “I owe you nothing. If anything, you owe me. Be fucking glad I’m walking out of here without your fucking blood covering my clothes.” The vein on her forehead looks like it’s about to burst. “Didn’t your cock recognize my cunt? Three times it came near me. Those two times today were mutual itches scratched… The first encounter, not so much. Be glad you put your dick in your pants before you turned assault into rape and walked away, like I’m doing right now. We’re done.”
    My breathing stops, as does my heart, for three seconds before I murmur in shock, “Murin?” She’s the girl I assaulted in front of her father? Why the fuck didn’t I recognize her? Fuck . Back then I had my mind set on revenge and didn’t pay any fucking attention to the girl. All of it doesn’t make any fucking difference right now.
    She doesn’t even turn around. “Glad to hear my father’s name is branded in that fucked-up brain of yours.”
    For the second fucking time in my life, I feel regret for something I’ve done.
     
     
    ***Justice***
     
    It takes every inch of strength I can muster to keep from grabbing Afon’s gun and killing that fucker on the spot. Why the hell didn’t I recognize him? He doesn’t even look like the guy… well maybe now that it all falls into place, but he was so young back then. Clean shaven, not the rough voice…such a strong contrast to the man he is now.
    Apparently, Afon and I need to have a little chat later on. Why the fuck didn’t he tell me? Yeah, probably since he doesn’t want me to go kill the fucker who assaulted me in front of my father, especially considering the fucking idiot is now the head of one of the largest Russian gangs in the US.
    Dammit, why did it have to be him? The first guy I connected with, the first guy who brought me to orgasm, the first guy… my first. Fuck. How messed up is that? My heart is battling with fury and hurt. This situation has me running while my mind slips to the memory of him filling my body with intense pleasure. Twisting, the memory slips back in time to our first encounter. Those two combined are tearing my heart apart.
    Grabbing the sides of my face, my fingers slip into my hair and grab hold. I need to focus. Right now I need to dig a hole, throw my feelings in there, and cover that shit with freaking concrete. There are more important things going on right now, and personal vengeance has to be replaced with vengeance for my family. For my brother.
    Although Nico isn’t my brother by blood, he’s still my family. My cousi n to be precise. His father, my uncle, took me under his wing when the Sevin gang killed my father. Since my mother was killed prior to that, I had nobody else to turn to. I grew up hard and fast. Ever since that day, I’ve had vengeance on my mind. I learned to defend myself with my fists, knives, guns, and rope. Obviously, rope became my favorite.
    Back then, my uncle told me he’d captured the one who assaulted me and let me have him. I tortured the fucker every way I could imagine. Eventually, I hung him and even then that wasn’t enough, so I climbed the rope and stomped on his neck, holding on to the rope till my fingers bled. Swinging furiously until his body ripped from his head. That earned me the nickname ‘Tarzan.’
    “Was the guy I kille d at th e construction site years ago even connected to what happened to me?” Throwing the words at Afon, I manage to keep the emotion swirling inside of me out