Pretty Kings 3: Denim's Blues (The Cartel Publications Presents) by T. Styles

Author:T. Styles [Styles, T.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9780989790192
Amazon: 0989790193
Publisher: The Cartel Publications
Published: 2014-10-28T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ARKADI LENIN

Arkadi sat in an old wooden chair in the basement of the hideout he shared with his brother. A carton of eggs sat on his lap and he picked one up and held it firmly in his hand.

Across from him was Mellvue, his fiancé. She was sitting in a large trashcan with ropes wrapped around her arms, preventing her from moving her limbs. Although she was stuffed inside of it he hadn’t bothered to empty the garbage contents prior to her placement. He wanted to humiliate her as he always did whenever he was angry and drunk.

And now he was furious.

Bambi had successfully knocked one of the legs from up under their operation by killing Larry of the Reapers. She was smarter than even he gave her credit for and as a result he chose to bathe in his rage by abusing his beautiful fiancé.

He raised the egg and tossed it at Mellvue. It smacked dead in the middle of her forehead. Yoke mixed with blood rolled down her face.

“Arkadi, please,” she cried. “I’m sorry for speaking harshly to you. Still, I don’t understand why you would treat me like this. Why you would humiliate me?”

He removed another egg, sat the carton on the floor and picked up his glass before walking over to Mellvue. When he reached her he slammed the egg down on her face. Then he swallowed the rest of the vodka in the glass, tossed it in the can with her and then undid his pants.

She looked up at what he was doing and he released his penis. Holding it in his hand he urinated on her head. When he was done he lowered his head and slapped her in the face.

Her neck cracked and her spine throbbed.

“If you disobey me again and leave my house without making your whereabouts known I will kill you,” he paused. “Do you understand why?”

She nodded and tried to suppress the tears that wanted to pour from her soul. “Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“Because you don’t want anything happening to me.”

He laughed. “On the contrary. That is least of my concerns.” He paused. “I don’t want the Kennedys thinking they got over on me by getting to you. So do what I say. And stay the fuck off streets. Or I will send you back to Russia where you belong.”

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