Kai Villalvazo’s Nemesis (The Kalon Tetralogy #1)

Chapter 32

CHAPTER 32

DELUSIONAL — MAYA MAE ? YAD — TAZZY (SLOWED)

? YASMINA ?

“ S eems to me, you're a bit obsessed with my pussy.” I smirked, tilting my head back to meet his intense stare.

“It's far beyond an obsession, kücük tavsan . I can safely classify this as a fucking addiction.” Kai stepped towards me, tilting my head up with two fingers and biting on my bottom lip gently, the pressure gradually increasing until I felt the hot sting of his tongue licking the indented skin.

I resisted a moan when his huge hand flattened against my back, curving me towards his powerful, masculine body. My bare breasts were pressed up on his bare chest, and his erection was poking my abdomen.

“You're like a perfect puzzle piece, the incomplete part I've been searching for. Feel how your body fits against mine, how your pretty nipples tighten when I touch them.” His hand cruised down to my shorts, slipping inside to touch my bare pussy. “Would you look at that? You're wet and ready for my cock.”

“We’re going to get bored of each other eventually,” I whispered when he tugged my shorts away, leaving me completely naked and exposed to his eyes. Kai looked very pleased and aroused by the mere sight of me unclothed.

If anything, the look was raw and primal. I knew I wasn’t going to make it.

“You're delusional if you think anyone who isn’t me is going to have you, my sweet bunny.” His voice was low and dangerous as he nodded towards the shower. “Get in, or I'll do it for you. The latter option will not be friendly.”

I remained still, challenging his gaze until his massive hand reached for me and I ducked. I slipped underneath him and ran to his bedroom, but he was already by the door when I got there.

“Going somewhere? We have a lot of unfinished business, baby.” The depth of his cold smile promised pain, and it held a heavy threat behind it.

“There is no business whatsoever. Let me go,” I retorted, but that only sparked his amusement more.

His deranged expression locked in on me when he tilted his head. “The moment I catch you, kücük tavsan , I will devour all your sanity until you hate me. Fuck you until my cock is the only thing that sweet hole can feel and reminisce.”

His dirty talk was making me so wet and I refused to feel ashamed when my thighs slipped easily, the fluids glistening between my legs. Kai had his eyes down there, studying my femininity with so much dark, twisted desire.

I throbbed slowly when he licked his bottom lip briefly, his thumb tapping his knuckle like he always did whenever he was thinking or calculating something.

He moved closer, his shadow looming over me and his presence consuming me. “I want to be the only fucking thing engraved in your soul. I want you to lose your mind over me the same way I have you, because you can't get out of my fucking system.”

I couldn’t resist a gasp at his confession, my stupid heart melting at his cold but emotional words. “Why?—”

“I don’t fucking know what you’ve done to me, but I want out. I need you to get out of my fucking head before I lose it completely.” His voice was solemn and conflicted, and I could hardly imagine the fact that I was in Kai’s head.

He seemed so in control of his emotions and thoughts. I cracked a smile as I wondered how long I had been stuck in his head.

“Unfortunately, that won't be an option.” I winked at him, purposely inhaling to define my breasts.

His gaze darkened, and his sharp, broad shoulders began to grow bigger as he looked down at me. “Run, kücük tavsan .”

In a split second, I was dodging him and running for the door, but Kai was obviously faster than me and had his arms casually folded while he stood in front of it. The whole sight was amusing to him, I reckoned as I turned around and ran towards the window.

I'm sure jumping off won't be so bad. I'd take the secret entrance and no one would see me naked.

I was just about to when I realised that the deep end of the pool was parallel to the window sill, and if I jumped, I'd probably drown from lack of orientation.

A soundless scream sounded from me when my hair was fisted in Kai’s palm. He ruthlessly tugged the roots, pulling me against his expansive body and pressing his much bigger erection against my ass.

“Have I told you how fucking pretty you look when you're terrified? It turns me on,” he murmured against the shell of my ear while licking the edge, causing a shiver to travel down my spine.

“And have I told you how much I hate you?” I gritted out when he turned me around and tilted my head up.

“If you're lucky, I'll have some fucks to give right now,” he spoke with his head cocked, and I could feel my skin heating from both resentment and pleasure. After his eyes pretentiously roamed the place, he returned his diabolical gaze to me. “Looks like you're unlucky once again, princess. I can't find any in this darkness.”

“Thought you’d find some since you're basically used to and made up of this same darkness?—”

I was cut off when Kai suddenly pushed me over the window ledge by my throat until I was hanging off it. I squealed, but that was muffled by his hand. I was pretty much on the edge of death…again.

This man had no fear whatsoever. Not to mention his confidence in believing that he wouldn’t drop me by accident. He was simply holding me out with one hand while the other gripped the edge after he removed it from my mouth.

My heart raced in my ears as I realised just how high up we were and how any slight blunder from him would actually kill me. He had my life in his hands again and I glared at him as he watched me from above, like the god of death and mortality.

His silver eye sparkled when some lightning lit up in the distance, and his handsome face was easily illuminated. The gold eye was pale, a signal that things were about to take a turn for the absolute worst.

He was having some mad thoughts, and they were going to fuck me up till I was nothing but dust.

I held my breath as the air whooshed around me, sending my hair flying over my face and obstructing my view. I bit onto Kai’s hand but he seemed very unfazed as he pushed me further down until the back of my thighs were on the sill.

I tried to regulate my breathing as I panicked, and he seemed to notice this because he chuckled slightly.

He always pushed my limits, and I internally wondered if he was ever going to kill me.

“Hmm, good question. I could kill you, but then the team won't have a captain.” I wanted to ask how he knew, but leave it to Kai to openly intrude on your thoughts.

“You don’t care about the team,” I deadpanned.

“Good point, I was trying to be sentimental.” He smirked, and it was getting creepier by the minute. I was so fucking dead today. It didn’t matter that I was basically hanging out of the window. Kai was so unpredictable, it made me quiver in dreadful anticipation.

“Doesn’t suit you,” I retorted despite my position and his cold, detached stare didn’t falter.

“So does your fake bravery, but here we are, baby,” he murmured in a dark, low tone. “Spread your pretty legs on either sides of this window, and I might consider sparing you.”

“Fuck you, psycho.” I glared, but it turned into an uncontrolled scream when he let go of me completely. My heart leaped into my throat when the world stopped, tilting detrimentally on its axis and I realised that he was now holding me in place by my ankle.

Kai loved to juggle people’s lives way too much.

I am people. People is me.

I was breathing fast and hard, the contents in my stomach threatening to come up as Kai swung me like a toy. It was such an effortless, controlled movement, I shouldn’t have trusted him regardless of that. His lethal power and raw composure fascinated me; I shouldn’t have even found the veiny hand holding my life attractive.

“Hate to break it to you, but I'm an impatient man.” There was a sliver of fascination in his voice. He wanted to know if I was as brave as I displayed. He wanted to know if I was willing to fall from more than eight feet.

Most importantly, he wanted to know how far he could push me before I cracked. Well, he had to try harder. This was a child’s play of sorts.

“That sounds like your own problem,” was the last thing I said before I dropped from the edge and shut my eyes, free-falling until the water body below engulfed me.

It felt like a lucid dream until some body heat surrounded my bare limbs. My lungs that were temporarily constricted greedily inhaled all the air they could have when I was brought back up. The pressure of falling into the azure depth of the pool lifted off my shoulders as I felt some strong hands wrap around my waist.

I smiled cheekily, wrapping my arms around the broad shoulders before opening my eyes. My heart squeezed in inexplicable desire when I met the familiar heterochromatic eyes, and the gold one was starting to gain more colour.

He was coming down from his high now.

My skin burned as his large hands moved down to my ass, and I gasped softly when he clenched his hands in a slow, sensual movement. With the help of the neon lights in the pool, I realised that he was fully naked, too.

I sharply inhaled when I took note of his semi-erect cock. Memories of him fucking me hard against the tree came back to me like a hurricane, I had to grip his shoulders tightly.

“Time to remake your favourite book scene, princess.” I gasped when I realised he was talking about Enzo and Julie. He hadn’t forgotten and a furious blush covered my cheeks.

He had dropped me into the pool on purpose.

Kai oozed of pure man, and he looked like a god when he moved us to the shallow and placed me on the marble edge. I held my body up with my hands on the tiles and he caged me, leaning so close that I could smell his delicious, clean fragrance.

He was a fine man built from pure muscle and flesh, and his sharp, huge shoulders blocked my view beyond him. His abs glistened from the water and I tried not to go further down. It didn’t help that I was already dripping shamelessly.

It was my first time seeing him uncovered like this. It felt so intimate, I wanted to hold him close. But Kai was obviously sensitive and could quite literally change his mind if he wanted to.

He also seemed to be acknowledging the fact that I was stripped bare for his eyes only, and that he was the only man who had ever seen my breasts. And as if he wanted to know if I was real, his large hand reached out to cup one of them again and I sighed in pleasure.

It felt so sensitive and his touch was triggering a lot of emotions within me.

“You drive me so mad, kücük tavsan . Why won't you stop consuming my thoughts?” He looked anguished for a second before lust overtook his features, and I bit my lip at the sexy expression on his face as he kneaded my other boob, his large fingers splaying in an attempt to grab all of it.

I giggled softly, but that soon turned into a moan when his mouth hovered over my nipple, his tongue flicking over the pierced bud in a slow, torturous stroke. His dark eyes met mine and this time, he swirled his tongue while maintaining eye contact. It was all too much. His attention made me feel so aroused.

I tilted my head back in agony, arching my back to give him more access, which he appreciated in the way he proceeded to bite my nipple, softly at first, then with a bit more pressure. He knew exactly which one he had sucked in the bathroom, and now he was giving the other one attention.

I whimpered in need when he pushed them together and licked them at once, sucking so hard that I started shaking.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he murmured against my nape as my grip around his shoulders tightened. The feel of his rigid abs and chest against my smaller, feminine body intensified my excitement. Enzo had asked Julie this exact question in the book.

Intimacy with your rival should not taste this sinfully sweet.

I should have been ashamed of the fact that I wanted him to do the dirtiest things to me. I wanted him to make me scream from all kinds of angles. I wanted my nipples in his warm mouth. I wanted his thick, long cock splitting me while I crumbled in his arms.

I wanted him to bite me until my skin was thoroughly engraved with his marks. I wanted him to mark me as his territory and to fill me to the brim with his cum.

“You,” I whispered, licking his warm skin while he sucked on a sensitive spot on my neck that made me quiver. The sting told me that he had definitely left a visible indentation.

“I didn’t get that, little bunny.” He stared down at me, his gaze shamelessly lingering on my bare pussy that was glistening under the influence of the neon lights. He could see my wet folds and a heat crept up my neck.

I watched in pure intrigue as his cock got harder, rising to his abs and my womb fluttered at the sight, the butterflies getting aggressive as I realised that he was hard for me.

“I want you, so bad.” I reached out to hold his bicep and he gazed at me for a little while, as though wondering if I was real before moving closer to me, the water swishing around his strong thighs. He pulled me towards him by my legs, and I shivered when he aligned his crown with my entrance.

“Fuck it, I can't help myself. Just one more time,” he whispered more to himself than me. I could clearly see that it was taking everything in him not to thrust himself deep in me. I didn’t understand whatever he meant, but it wasn’t my focus at the moment.

I bit my lip when we both looked down to where we were aligned. I gasped each time he traced my slit with his head, spreading his dripping precum all over my sensitive pussy.

I tingled and fluttered, my opening giving him wet winks as he torturously teased me. I watched how his wet hair fell across his pleasured face as his eyes drank in every inch of the scene, marvelling at the way my pussy stretched to swallow his huge cock when he entered me in one, swift thrust.

Our lips parted at the same time and I groaned at the bite of having him fill every inch of me, and the pain began to blur into pleasure. He didn’t give me a moment to adjust or breathe once he was fully sheathed inside me, instead, savagely sliding in and out of me in long, harsh strokes that numbed me within seconds.

He was never going to be gentle with me; it was just not in him and I figured that in the few times we sexually interacted.

If anything, I preferred to see his wild, primal side that he only ever showcased around me.

“I'm supposed to stay away from you, but I can't fucking stop,” he growled, his steady yet animalistic rhythm tugging at my heartstrings. I seemed so tiny compared to him, but as he held my thighs and guided me over his cock, our bodies felt so complementary.

His stalwart muscles rippled beneath my hands each time he moved and I fought the urge to feel them all the way. It was truly intriguing how his tendons relaxed and adjusted according to the people he was around, and I felt so special to be the one touching him like this.

He flipped me without warning and I choked on air, a prolonged moan leaving my lips when he pushed deep inside me from behind. I was at a risk of inviting unwanted attention, but I couldn’t control myself around Kai. He took me to places that I'd never been to.

And of course, I couldn’t look into his eyes while we fucked. I had never looked into his eyes before, but I was too caught up in the euphoria to give it much thought.

“More,” I pleaded when I felt his balls press against my pussy, and my legs spread wider to accommodate his expanding cock as he pushed, pulled, slammed, slid, and thrusted without restraint, without thought and without a fucking care in the world.

We were in our own universe as I met him stroke for stroke, breath for breath while the water splashed violently all around us. His thumb moved to stroke my clit in small, but deep circles, and I lost my bearing instantly, my vision turning to different, chaotic shades of black and white.

I lifted my ass up, his deep, low groan making my insides stir in the right ways. My nerve endings were on fire as white-hot pleasure coursed through my veins, my skin heating up to insane temperatures.

Kai slammed into me over and over again, fucking me like his personal rag doll, as he liked to call it. My body hiked up with each thrust, and I could hardly regulate my breathing as I felt him expand in my pussy. My walls clenched tightly around him due to the intense sensitivity, and he swore under his breath as a result.

His strong hand pressed against my back to open me wider, but I tightened my walls further until he deeply sighed in pleasure. Holy fuck, if that wasn’t the most erotic thing I'd ever heard?—

I felt his hot breath against my earlobe, followed by the graze of his teeth. “You're fucking killing me. Let me have your sweet, little cunt, baby. Let me in. I want inside your tight, sweet hole.”

“Oh my, I'm about to come…I'm so close,” I moaned, and his endurance didn’t falter the moment I relaxed. I could hardly keep up with him when he went into beast mode, his thrusts becoming pleasurably aggressive and passionate.

His feral energy was so contagious that I screamed and moaned in pleasure, my fingers failing to grip the slippery marble beneath me as the ecstasy overwhelmed me. Everything was tuned out as he continuously hit my G-spot, hitting that sensitive flesh until I could hardly feel my own body.

Hell, I could hardly feel my soul now.

I could feel him sapping all my sanity, all my restraint and all my logic as he fucked me like there was no tomorrow. All the frustration, hatred, passion, and lust combusted into this violent moment that none of us could control anymore, and I didn’t know what to do with myself when the pleasure coiled within me.

“Come for me, kücük tavsan . Let me see that pussy lose control around my cock.” He surprisingly sounded steady as he spoke, but his breaths were ragged and slightly uneven from the furious fucking.

My whole world blanked as my body briefly froze, the relief washing over me like cool water on a hot day. I sighed in happiness when the bliss seeped through my soul, giving me a piece of Kai and taking a piece for him.

I hummed when I felt his hot jets of cum shoot right into my womb, his face burying deep into my neck as ribbons of him filled me up. It was the most satisfying sensation ever, and I let him massage my abdomen as he emptied his seed in me.

We stayed like that for some time, catching our breaths and acknowledging what we had just done.

I had promised myself not to catch any feelings for this man, but I clearly hadn’t been ready for reality.

With each day that passed, it was becoming increasingly difficult to resist him. I always found myself thinking about him whenever I studied, whenever I snowboarded, and even when I touched myself late at night.

I desired and craved him to the point of getting completely naked before him without thinking twice after struggling with all the other guys before him, letting him touch me however and wherever.

He didn’t know that his name was now the only thing engraved in me. I didn’t either, but now it was hard to ignore it. I was admitting defeat to myself, but not him.

I'd die before I ever confessed how I felt about him.

His body heat left when he pulled out and the pit of disappointment in my gut hollowed. That was, until I felt his warm tongue against my hot, bruised pussy making slow, tender strokes over the soaked, bright flesh. I quivered when he repeated that, tasting a combination of him and me against my cunt.

I could feel some of his essence dripping down my thighs as well. Something was so sexy about me being the girl he lost control over. Something was sexy about the way my pussy dripped with his seed.

Like he had willingly given a part of himself to me.

I whimpered when I felt two of his fingers enter my cunt, as though he was trying to keep his cum in me. I moaned softly when he pulled his fingers out of me in one movement. “Open your mouth,” his deep, low drawl said and I obeyed, tasting his saltiness and myself combined from his fingers that were now in my mouth. The emptiness was settling back in little by little.

That was it. No cuddling, no kissing, or intimacy of any sort. That was the script in the book, too.

Now imagine my surprise when Kai got out of the pool and carried me in his arms. I was already shivering from the cold and he took the secret entrance back upstairs to my room. The exhaustion made my eyes droop, but I smiled when Kai wiped me with a warm towel until I was all dry.

He was silent as he cleaned me up, lingering on my bruised nipples and branded breasts a little longer. He was admiring his work and it made me feel fuzzy.

He leaned down to whisper against my ear and I couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around him. He tensed briefly, but let me hold him close for a little while. “Use the bathroom. I'll be waiting for you in your room, okay?”

I nodded, and he could tell I was thoroughly tired now. I did as he told me before flushing and washing my hands. When I got out, he was sitting on my bed, dressed in dark sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt. Did I take that long in the bathroom? I was still on the sexual high from before, so I could hardly think abstractly.

“Come here.” His voice was so soothing and mellifluous, I found myself walking towards him and stopping between his legs. He pulled a dark hoodie over my head and I smiled when his scent engulfed me. I was witnessing a different side to him.

He didn’t even pull away when I hugged him out of impulse, feeling his hard, strong muscles beneath my grip as his hands slowly moved to my ass. His head was buried in my neck and I hummed when he gave me a chilling love bite.

When we pulled away, Kai carried me and placed me in my bed before covering me. I held the covers close, but not before facing him one more time. He looked like the dark version of a guardian angel as he watched me closely, studying my every move with his pretty gold and silver eyes.

“Can I ask something?”

“Depends on whether I have the answer.” He was definitely back to his normal self now.

“Hm, I'll ask anyway. Why don’t you have a home?” I whispered, yawning a little bit after.

Kai was quiet for a long while, and I shut my eyes, waiting for his response.

“ Belki de ihtiyacim olan tek ev sendin .”

“What does that mean?” I whispered, falling into a peaceful slumber, his presence giving me a sense of safety and security.

“It means that nothing will ever feel like home, princess.”

??????????

I had officially found the code.

It took every fibre in me not to feel guilty about stealing them, but this was exactly what I came for. Killing Yasmina was just the cherry on top, but I was yet to figure out how to do so without killing myself in the process.

Now I knew exactly why she threw a fuss about me washing her body. She had the code tattooed under her breasts, and I caught a clear glimpse when she arched her back earlier in the pool.

I placed a gentle kiss on Yasmina’s lips, sighing at the sweet taste of her luscious mouth. I darted my tongue out to engrave her taste further in me, then let her go slowly. I was deeply entranced by this girl. I had not expected to fall for her during my mission.

The last assignment had gone smoothly. Alice. I didn’t love her, but I always lied that I did to make her comfortable enough. When I killed her, she was just another dead body on my never-ending list.

But now, the thought of ever taking Yasmina’s life disgusted me. I didn’t want to, and my mind and heart were having a serious tug of war. Truth was, I didn’t want to lose her. I had grown so fond of my nemesis.

I stayed for a little while longer, admiring her and removing her hair from her face.

Maybe it was the guilt of taking her most valued possession.

She didn’t know I knew, and it was good that way. I wanted her to hate me, but not like that.

I recited the code in my head, making sure I hadn’t forgotten.

22-11.

Twenty-two eleven. I wondered why he didn’t use the number eight instead.

I got up and stealthily left Yasmina’s room after making sure she was undisturbed by anything. Once I was sure, I got back to my room and opened my laptop, decrypting it to reveal Hector Adelstein’s account.

It had been pinned on my private browser for a while because I knew that one day, I'd get the code. Any other information was not important compared to this code.

I logged in as fast as I could and cursed when it required Yasmina’s iris for identification. I sifted through our chat, looking for close up selfies but found absolutely none.

Then I moved to my folder of pictures I had taken of her, and there I found only one with her eyes up close. Come to think of it, even her social media didn’t have up-close selfies.

I held it up and it scanned for a long while. I crossed my fingers, hoping that it would work. I wasn’t actually supposed to log in; I was supposed to obtain the code, send it to Rico immediately, then kill Yasmina before going to find my mother.

But I also wanted answers. I wanted to know about the Bratva Association and every dirty, little detail about the men who had made my life pure hell. A part of me was out for revenge, and I’d send the codes after feeding my curiosity.

I wanted to know how everyone was playing a part in this chaos. They were not telling me everything and I knew that.

It beeped a couple of times and codes of green and black along with small pictures filled the screen. All the text was encrypted and the images were blurred. A pop-up came onto the screen, asking for five decryption answers. The first hint was Yasmina’s favourite latte.

Matcha.

Yasmina’s bunny’s name.

Winter.

Yasmina’s favourite artist.

Travis Scott.

Yasmina’s morning drink.

Celery juice.

Yasmina’s favourite cake flavour.

I paused, smiling at the fact that she liked my version more than anyone else’s.

Red velvet.

Fuck, I hated myself. I remembered the huge smile on her face when she first tasted it, and it made my black heart clench. Her father truly loved her to have his decryption codes centred on her.

I typed in the cryptic letters, then submitted the answers, and everything decrypted in less than a second. Chills entered my body when I saw the man at the top of the hierarchy.

Alonzo Valdez.

I'd only ever seen him once, and it was when I joined the Pakhan for a meeting in the basement. I was meant to be quiet the whole time, observing, and the discussion had been mild. But from the few words he’d said, I knew he was heartless and absolutely cutthroat. No one was ever spared from his wrath.

My eyes carefully skimmed all the information on my laptop and my heart clenched again as my answers flashed right before me.

Everyone fucking lied to me.

I flinched when I saw my father’s image below, and I pressed on his profile to view his history.

Adrian Villalvazo.

Six foot six. Silvery grey eyes. Deadly.

Died at thirty-five due to adultery.

I squinted my eyes, taking a look at the long paragraph of information.

He was the Pakhan’s right hand man and an advisor to Alonzo Valdez. He was one of the most feared and heartless men in the Bratva Association, and on high demand. Sought after by the government for his intelligence. He was Alonzo’s best friend for a very long time until Adrian slept with his wife, Kolette, behind his back and produced a son. Alonzo and Kolette have a son together, named Kirill Valdez. Adrian and Kolette have a son named Kai Villalvazo.

Alonzo was informed of this by Rico and was furious, but he unexpectedly let them be together. He divorced his wife and she went to Adrian, who she believed was her soulmate. Alonzo and Kolette had been in an arranged marriage due to their families’ need to strengthen connections.

Adrian got the finer details on Alonzo from his ex-wife, and that made him more powerful than Alonzo. The Bratva Association thought he would make a better leader than Alonzo, but Adrian could only take Alonzo’s place after two years.

A year later, when a retaliation was least expected, Alonzo had Adrian drowned in acid and he was never to be found again. Kolette was taken away before the funeral and locked up upon Alonzo’s instructions, till date. No one knows where she is, and this information is only known by Alonzo, Rico, and a few close guards.

My body vibrated in anger as I realised that my entire life had been a lie. They told me that my father had died from a terminal illness. They told me that my mother only ever had me and my father.

But I had a fucking half-brother.

Kirill Valdez.

We were born by the same mother and were basically brothers. We had come from the same womb.

I didn’t know much about him, but I had seen him around. He hadn’t been my concern at all, and now I was discovering that I was not the only one.

Fucking unbelievable. My entire life was woven in deception and it made me sick to the core.

Come to think of it, I had seen him at the Mafia party some months ago. And one thing I knew about my dear brother was that he was very attracted to Yasmina’s posh brother, Kendrick. I’d seen the way he looked at him. I’d even seen him touch Kendrick affectionately a couple of times, and I thought their dynamic was intriguing.

I moved to Alonzo’s profile, and the paragraph was a whole two-thousand word essay. I took down the important information on my phone to later transfer to my laptop for safe keeping. And his sins were definitely crimson red; he would get a life sentence if the police ever caught wind of this.

Hector was a smart man; he added new information to this document every week judging by the recent information, meaning he had eyes and ears everywhere.

I went through Rico’s profile and my brows rose when I saw his grave sins. I took every detail down and smiled wickedly, thinking about the leverage I had on him at the moment. He was currently conniving with our alliance and ratting out Alonzo, and it meant instant death if he found out.

Rico had a son, but no details on him had been found yet. His initials were there, but no picture or essay on him. But from the brief details, he was around my age and was keeping a very low profile.

I took everything in the document, learning horrid and interesting things about everyone in the Bratva Association, including their wives. The reports were so detailed that I knew when they took a shit, what they ate for brunch at 12:30 p.m., or where they went when no one was aware.

It felt as though my eyes were seeing everything in a new light.

I froze when I got to my profile, and my stomach churned unpleasantly. I wondered if Hector knew me better than myself.

I clicked on my picture, and the bold title below drained all the blood from my body. A title that no one else has. I realised how much I had been deceived by being put on this mission, how I had more power and authority over almost everyone in the Bratva Association than I actually realised. I even had power over fucking Rico.

My body burned as I processed the fact that I have been used all for nothing. He knew my title, but he had kept it away from me to use me.

That’s all I ever was.

Used.

Everyone kept this away from me and they were going to pay.

I hadn’t known this much about myself, and I took deep, harsh breaths as I learnt something very valuable on my profile. Nothing compared to the fury I was experiencing at the moment.

This was something that completely derailed me from my mission and gave me a mind of my own. Ideas on how to destroy all the people that ruined my life and take exactly what I wanted with no regrets.

To fall in love with Yasmina with no regrets and to teach her the language she was forbidden from knowing.

I was the new Pakhan of the entire Bratva Association.