31 Demon

The car was speeding at its limit toward the place of the upcoming murder. I was beside myself with rage at my own brother and was planning to thoroughly rearrange his teeth. Bastard! My conversation with Misha kept ringing in my ears.

“Nazar’s website isn’t exactly a dating site,” Misha began. “It’s an escort site for men, where any lady can choose a man she likes for—you know what.”

At that moment I was shocked yet again. But after taking a deep breath, I ordered him to continue.

“He didn’t lie to you about not being able to track her. Nazar built the site so that clients—or their husbands—as well as the ‘workers’ themselves, wouldn’t be able to track each other, for safety and anonymity on both sides.”

“So… he basically sent me… to go earn money?!” I growled, and my rage knew no bounds.

“Yes. God really did bless you with such a brother, Yartsev,” my friend chuckled quietly. “But that’s not all. My guys went to that hotel where you were with the girl, and they found people who had worked with Nazar. They came across one very interesting young guy…” Mikhail fell silent. “He was very nervous and acting suspicious. So, well, we pressed him a little harder and he confessed himself that that evening he had slipped a certain substance into your wine and water—something like an aphrodisiac—at Nazar’s request, of course.”

At that point, I really wanted to bury my own relative. The scum! Not only did he send me on that ‘meeting,’ he also deliberately set everything up just to get us together.

That’s why that girl hit me so hard! She and I had simply been drugged, and that’s what made our heads spin. The golden‑haired girl is, of course, beautiful, but I’ve seen prettier ones, and none of them ever blew my mind the way the blue‑eyed one did. In normal life and under different circumstances, I probably wouldn’t have even looked at her. But that doesn’t change the fact that my brother is going to get punched in the face, and I will find that girl.

Although, if you think about it, she might not be guilty of anything at all. She definitely knew why she was going to that meeting, and her payment is understandable.

But I need to find her. If I understand that she doesn’t do anything to me anymore and everything happened because of some drug, then fine—I’ll let the girl go. But if not… then she’ll warm my bed until I get tired of her.

I stop near Nazar’s office building and see that his car is parked outside. Perfect—the bastard is here, I won’t have to look for him all over the city.

I get out and walk straight to my brother’s office. He doesn’t have a secretary or anything like that—the “specifics” of his work don’t require one.

Smoke is practically coming out of my ears when I walk into the office and don’t find the jerk there. I storm out and see some guy heading in my direction.

“Where is he?!” I bark, ready to smash everything and everyone.

“Nazar is downstairs, in our gym,” the guy rattles off quickly and hurries to get out of my sight. Smart.

Reaching the place I need, I see Nazar in sports shorts and bare‑chested, his torso and arms covered in tattoos. He’s standing in the ring, bouncing lightly, but I don’t see a sparring partner.

“So you were waiting for me,” it finally clicks.

“And did you think I’d hide from you?” he grins insolently. “I knew you’d show up. Or did you think I wouldn’t notice someone trying to break through the security of my site, or that I wouldn’t find out about the interrogation at the hotel? So let’s talk.”

Nazar throws gloves at me, but I don’t need them. I want to beat the crap out of him with my bare hands, so I deliberately toss them aside and take off my top as well.

“Oh, perfect,” the brunette laughs, taking off his own gloves too. “Come on. Just like in the good old days. Let that demon of yours out already, brother. Otherwise you’ll just wither away in your big‑boss office. You’re already turning into one of those spoiled fat cats. And how does your dick even still get hard?” the bastard laughs nastily—and immediately gets my fist in his nose.

“You filthy scum, what the hell are you doing?!” I roar at my brother and want to land another hit, but he dodges quickly.

“What’s so bad about it?” he sneers mockingly. “Like I said, my job is pure pleasure. It’s not my fault that you’re not thrilled with your own life, so you’re pissed off. Although, you know, you’ve got talent. And how did you manage that girl? She ran away from me twice. Maybe you’ll switch to our side after all?” he starts laughing foully, the bastard, and I attack him again, landing several hits to his face and ribs. He takes a few punches and gives back his own, no less furious.