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“You’re a sick psychopath, Shade! Why the hell did you drug us?”

“You’re not listening,” he wipes blood from his lip and keeps grinning smugly. “I’m telling you, the girl ran away twice. She booked me, paid the money, and when it came down to business, she backed out and ran off every time. You could say I was doing her a favor—wanted to help her relax so she wouldn’t waste her money and actually get what she came for. Honestly, I thought it’d be another round of useless talking, so I sent you. Who knew you’d be faster than me and get into her panties on the first try,” that nasty laugh again—and we start pounding each other in silence.

For a while we beat the hell out of each other with a kind of fury. I really did let my demon out—the one that had been locked away for a very long time. Each of us was taking revenge for something and venting our frustrations in our own way, along with certain personal grudges and all the things left unsaid. In the end, exhausted, we collapsed onto the floor, having thoroughly rearranged each other’s faces and trying to catch our breath.

“I just don’t get it,” Nazar starts, spitting blood and trying to sit up with his back against the wall. “What happened, happened. Why are you so pissed? We sleep with all kinds of women, sometimes don’t even ask their names, and here you’re ready to kill your own brother.”

“She was a virgin,” I exhale tiredly—and Nazar falls silent, staring at me in shock.

“No way?!” he looks at me in disbelief. “That’s weird… but now it makes sense why she kept running away… And did she at least pay?” Shade snorts—then shuts up when he meets my sharp glare.

“We need to find the girl,” I stand up, wiping blood from my eyebrow.

“Why? You liked her?” my brother sneers.

“None of your business. I just need to, that’s all,” I state flatly, and Nazar chuckles quietly.

“If an order comes in from her account for someone, I’ll let you know,” he says. I don’t like this setup at all. The very thought that she might order someone makes uncontrollable aggression rise inside me, but I try not to show it to my brother.

“You need to drop that site,” I say more calmly now, laying the fact down in front of Nazar. A good fight really does straighten out your brain and let off excess steam. “If Father finds out what you’re doing here, your carefree life is over. And if a competitor finds out, your whole business will be under blackmail. You’ll ruin the firm’s reputation—Father will pave you into the asphalt, and you know he will.”

“Then don’t tell him,” the brunette gets up from the floor, holding his side.

“I’m not going to tell him, but you’re done offering yourself! Then try proving that you’re the one whoring yourself out here, not me! What, you don’t have anyone to screw?!”

“You know that’s never a problem,” I see the brunette’s gaze drop to somewhere behind my back, and he smiles in satisfaction. “Speaking of which. While we haven’t found your missing girl yet, I’ve got some wonderful girlfriends.”

Turning around, I see two long-legged girls walking toward us, smiling seductively and eyeing us up. Fine mares—one redhead, one brunette. You can tell they’re skilled in every way and know a lot.

“So you set this up too,” I smile crookedly, looking at my brother, and he grins from ear to ear, confirming my suspicion.

“Meet Snezhana and Mila,” he says, wrapping his arms around the girls’ shoulders and licking one on the neck, smirking. “Very good girls. A Demon wouldn’t mind relaxing a bit after a fight.”

“And who said I’d refuse?” I say as I look at the brunette, boldly eyeing her charms, already knowing what we’ll be doing for the next few hours.