Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
He just looked at her.
Dinah hadn’t been home at the time of the attack. She only called the cops, but then no one had come, just the ambulance. She remembered the confusion in the hospital. It had taken two days before they sent a single cop, a rookie, to go see her.
“He sent one of his soldiers to my mother, and as her punishment for denying him, he cut up her face. Scarred her, so no one would ever want to go to her for hair or beauty again.”
Road stepped away, allowing Dinah to scramble to her feet.
“Yes, I know the name Sergey Golubev because my mom warned me about him. She said if he ever made himself known to me, I was to run as far away and as fast as I could.”
“You’re online in the newspaper,” he said.
“That was Mom’s protection. They wouldn’t help her, but she was determined to help me. She figured he wouldn’t come after me if people knew who I was. I guess it worked, but I don’t think he remembered a woman who … didn’t want him.”
She stared at Road, and waited. Dinah didn’t know what she expected but it wasn’t for him to suddenly get to his feet and leave, as if he couldn’t get away fast enough. She watched him step out of her house, slamming the door as he did so.
Whatever he’d been hoping for, it was unfortunate, as she assumed it wasn’t exactly what he’d gotten.
****
Road knocked back his fourth whiskey in less than ten minutes. It would take a lot to completely knock him off his feet. Right now, he needed the whiskey to numb the words going off inside his head. They needed to be quiet, to shut the fuck up. Damn it.
He didn’t know what he expected.
Actually, now he was hoping Dinah was lying and the truth was, her mother had an affair with Sergey Golubev, and she was the product of that affair. It would be a lot easier.
“You want to tell me what is going on?” Igor asked, coming to take a seat beside him.
“I’m not good company right now,” he said.
“I’m not good company any day, but I think you might be a little easier to handle. Tank wants me to talk him through removing a cock, while keeping a man awake, and allowing him to feel it.”
Road took a deep breath.
“Yeah, trust me, I’ve already gone over the details, but now he wants more information. If the guy thinks he’s going to practice on animals, then I’m killing him. I’m a sick fuck, and I accept that, but no one touches fucking animals,” Igor said, and then took a sip of his beer. “You want to tell me what has gotten you drinking at the bar?”
He knocked back another whiskey and quickly poured himself another.
“Or we could sit in silence.”
Road would much prefer the sitting in silence, but then, he looked toward Igor and wrinkled his nose.
“Nah, do you think it’s possible for the past to catch up with you?” Road asked.
“I think anything is possible. Look at where we fucking are. Our past has certainly caught up with us, which is why we’re all banded together to take out our enemy. Why?”
Not what he was going for, but he wasn’t going to argue with the man.
“You want to tell me why you’re knocking back whiskey like it’s soda?”
Road laughed. “One of the last jobs Golubev got me to do before he took care of my face, was to handle a … woman.”
He poured himself another whiskey. This time, he didn’t knock it back but stared down at the dark liquid.
“He told me she needed to be taught a lesson. That she had attempted to betray him. I thought he wanted her dead, but no, he wanted her … scarred. You see, this woman was a very popular hairstylist and was working her way into becoming a makeup artist as well. She’d gotten quite the reputation, and Golubev didn’t want to ever see her face again, so, to make sure she would never get what she wanted, he ordered me to send a soldier to hurt her. And I did. I sent a man to this woman’s house with the strict instructions to carve her face up, to damage her hair, and make sure she would never work in the beauty industry again.”
“Sounds like something Golubev would do. I have to say what does sound dicey is the whole betrayal thing. He wouldn’t let a piece of ass live if she had betrayed him.”
“I just learned today what this woman had done to him … she denied him. She was still in love with her husband, and no matter what Golubev had to offer, she turned him down flat.” Road knocked back his whiskey and then laughed. “That woman’s daughter was in the clubhouse just last night, wearing curlers. I didn’t trust her so I grabbed her friend, went to her house, and nearly killed her as well.”