Chapter 31

Vladimir

My blood boiled furiously, threatening to spill over the lid of self control I’d placed on it. As if Mama heard my voice, she muffled. The scoundrel beside me continued to whimper like a baby who was spanked by this father, fortunately they didn’t know who I was and that I was more than capable of spanking.

Still beat with rage, I flung him across the room, marching into the bedroom fast enough to stop his partner from assaulting her. Fury blinded my eyes, spurring me to attack him without thinking. He screamed when my knife dug into his shoulder, blood gushing out like it would from...