Todos os capítulos de Submit To Me: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

SASHAI have to stop this before it gets out of control. Marching to the front of the room, I survey the group with careful precision. They manage to look at me, but the energy is all wrong. They're questioning themselves ... questioning me. Lifting my arm, I point at Kostya; he flinches. Nikolai is next. One by one, I go down the line."Who among you would be willing to slit the throat of a child? Hm? Who here wouldn't hesitate to spill his blood while looking into his innocent eyes? You call me soft, but what you're demanding I do is the exact thing we'd condemn Yevgeniy for."Maxim holds my cold stare. Abruptly he ducks his eyes to the floor. I jump on that the way a jackal would rip out the neck of a gazelle. "No one should be able to murder an innocent boy without blinking," I state firmly. "But fine, tell me there's no other option. Force my hand. If all of you tell me that I have to kill Ruslan, that you'd do the same, then I'll consider it.""You won't!" It's not any of them t

SASHAWINTER HAS WRAPPED the world in its fist. Though no more storms have arrived, the weather has been stark. The kind of cold that steals the air from your lungs if you stand outside and take too deep of a breath. From the window of the back bedroom, I stare over the lake. Its ivory surface melds with the land. I only know it's there because parts of the wooden dock are visible. The thick rope extends out before vanishing into the nothingness."I was patrolling one of the areas you gave me, pakhan," Kostya says from my side. He arrived ten minutes ago with Mila. I wasted no time rushing them into this private place for some news. "We have a location on Yevgeniy."I twist around to stare at him with interest. "Well?" I demand."He was moving Irina and the boy, Ruslan, into a black vehicle. A Mercedes. They proceeded to drive west while I pursued. The place they stopped at is a house in another suburb, one that's still under development, very secluded. Lightly defended too, at least

KATERINAThe air outside tastes like static. Snowflakes are falling, spiraling down like little dancers in white. Once he eases me into the back seat of the dark blue Tesla, I tuck my legs close to my body. To the plain eye, I'm soothing myself through my suffering. "What hospital are we going to? How far away is it?""Saint Juniper's. It's just five miles. I'll drive as fast as I can. But it's going to be at least a half hour.""Thank you." In the shadow of my jacket, I tuck my phone in my lap and begin to text Fabiola. I know her number by heart.ME: Meet me at Saint Juniper's. I should arrive in half an hour with this snow.FABIOLA: Okay, I'm coming now. Should I bring anything?ME: A disguise of some kind. I'll duck into one of the bathrooms. Just wait in there for me."You doing okay back there?" Yeremey asks. He peers at me in the middle mirror.Curling over on the seat, I suck on my teeth. "How much longer?"Snapping his attention between the road ahead and his phone's GPS, Yer

SASHA"MI GOTOVI," Mila says. We're ready.Casting my gaze over her head, I look around in the low lights. The snow has stopped falling, but the heavy clouds remain. The homes on the street are as quiet as graves. Just around the bend is the division that's currently under construction. It makes sense for Yevgeniy to have set up here. There's no one else living in the other homes. Most aren't even finished being built.Once we move ahead, there'll be no one to hear what happens. We'll be acting under near-total cover of darkness. There are streetlamps here, positioned one after the other like kids lined up for school, but around the corner there's only one. The plan to use snipers was scrapped when we realized there wouldn't be a good line of sight. It's a small setback."Sasha?" Mila prods.Pulling my black gloves tighter against my wrists, I peer back down the road. None of my men are visible, but I know where every single one of them is positioned. "Go with the second team. I need

SASHAIT'S COLD.A thousand hands crush my skull, pressing in, trying to crack my bones and pierce my brain. They're holding down my shoulders... my arms, my calves. I feel like I weigh a thousand pounds, I can't move no matter how hard I try, and hands shove me downward like they're preventing me from springing straight into the sky.Through it all comes the pain.It slashes at my skin in precise strokes, leaving me stripped and exposed. Every nerve is on fire. If this is dying, I wish it will come to an end soon. I'm craving the kind release of death so much that I've stopped thinking about how I got here.Through a fog, I hear my name.Someone is shouting it. Over and over and over.Sharp cracks, like wet wood in a fire, explode near my ear. Slowly the weight lifts off of me. Numbness fades enough for me to open my eyes. I'm not on fire—the burning comes from the cold of the snow I'm lying in. My cheek is buried in it. When I breathe, slush floods my mouth and nose, forcing me to c