Chapter 131

THE DEVIL'S FEAST

"Some family dinners end in bloodshed."

~ ALEXANDRO'S POV ~

The private dining room at The Devil's Table looked like something from a nightmare.

Viktor Kuznetsov sat at the head of an elegant mahogany table, casually cutting into a perfectly cooked steak as if the corpse spread out beside his chair was merely a problematic piece of furniture.

Blood had pooled beneath the dead man's shattered skull, bleeding into the expensive Persian rug with creative accuracy.

Five armed men stood positioned behind Viktor's chair like deadly guardians, their hands resting on hidden weapons, eyes tracking my every movement with hunting focus.

But what made my stomach turn was not the everyday violence or the threatening display of force…it was the young brunette sitting frozen beside Viktor, her shirt torn open to expose her breasts, tears streaming down her terrified face as she tried to make herself invisible.

She couldn't have been older than twenty-two.

"Alexandro, my son," Vikt