Free Distrust (Smirnov Bratva Book 1) by T.l Smith Page B

deep breath before I turn around as she squeezes it hard, making me even angrier.
    She sees my face when I turn and takes a quick step back, her heels clicking on the floor as she does so.
    “Your father is here, be careful, Kazier,” she whispers to me.
    I’ve come to a point where I’ve realized there’s no need for me to be scared of my father. Yes, he was the most ruthless man I’ve ever known. Yes, he was the king of my world. But I am that now, I have become who he once was, who he no longer is and what he is no longer capable of being. I grab the knife in my jeans, her eyes follow every movement. I step closer, as she takes another step back. Then I rush her, throwing her against the wall, the knife now on one of her fake breasts, digging in through her clothes.
    “You think I’m scared of him? It would do me nothing but good to end you. My father would probably pat my back after your funeral. You are, after all, only a piece of ass. You have bred no kids for him. So what’s your worth exactly, hooker?”
    Her eyes drop down to my knife, I inch it just under her rib cage, cutting her dress. She gasps but doesn’t move, knowing it will slice her. Then she spits at me, forcing me to go deeper into her skin. Her scream of agony rings through my ear, then I’m thrown backward, landing on my ass. Before I even realize who did it, I’m standing and charging that person. My fist lands hard, I feel the crack under my fingers. My father stumbles backward, his hands trying to stop the blood now coating his shirt.
    “I’ll kill her…” I tell him.
    He looks to her, then to me. “Get out, now .” His free hand points to the door.
    I turn back to her, seeing her smirk, then take a step closer to her, the smirk instantly leaving her face.
    “He can’t protect you, you bitch. I will slice and dice you the minute he turns his back.”
    “ Out, ” my father demands.
    She sees the anger on my face as I walk out. One day I will. One day I will fuck her up so badly, she won’t see it coming and no one will recognize her afterward.
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    Anton’s mother is just as loud as Anton. She starts speaking to me in Russian as soon as I enter the door. The words fly from her mouth, and before she even gives me a chance to respond, she starts talking again. She pulls me into the room where the boys are sitting down on the couch, a bottle of vodka between them and an Xbox controller at their fingertips. She disappears and returns with a bottle of vodka for me. Placing it in my lap she walks away. The boys don’t even notice me, too interested in their stupid game. Anton sits there screaming at the screen like it can hear him. It can’t. Stupid fucker.
    “I’m going to the Bartalotti’s,” I announce.
    They both stop playing and turn toward me, interest now registered on their faces. I pick up the vodka placing it to my lips and chugging it down. When I pull it away, both are standing and hoisting their holsters, loading them with their knives and guns. One thing I love about them, they never question, they’re just as happy as I am to kill someone.
    “How we doing this? Storm the place?” Anton asks pulling his shirt down. “Just us, or we getting everyone?”
    “Just us,” I reply shaking my head. Hopefully, we don’t die, I still have a list of people that need to be ten foot under before I join their asses.
    Anton drives like a dickhead straight to the Bartalotti’s house. It takes us fifteen minutes with his stupid ass driving skills. He brakes, and we all look in, seeing if we can notice anyone. Just as we’re about to come up with a plan, a car pulls out of the driveway. You can’t see who’s in it because the windows are completely tinted black.
    “Follow it,” I order Anton. He stays just enough off their tail that when they pull up to a house, they don’t even notice us. We watch as two men climb out, one looks familiar, but neither are the three men I planned on killing tonight.
    “We going to go