She seems to take my question as though I’m going to help her. She’s deluded, but I’ll allow her to think that for a few more minutes.
“Stefan,” she hisses. “He’s an animal, does he not realize who I am?”
Christ, what the fuck is her deal?
“What happened today, Adele?” I ask as I take a seat opposite her.
She raises her chin as she sniffs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I was minding my own business here at home, when your goons accosted me. What on earth is going on?”
She’s good. She could win an Oscar with her performance.
“Why are you here, Adele?”
The bitch swallows hard and glances around at the men in the room, she’s finally realizing that the men in this room aren’t here for shits and giggles.
“This is my home, Nikolai, where I lived before we got married, sometimes I need a break.”
“What about your daughter?”
She bristles at my question. “What about her? Are you going to do something about Stefan? He put his hands on me.”
“Yes,” I answer simply. “I will be doing something about it.”
She preens at my words.
“He’ll be getting a raise,” I tell her and watch as her face falls, my men chuckle, Stefan included.
“Nikolai—” she whines but I lift a hand to stop her.
My men continue to laugh, they’re happy that the bitch is finally going to get what’s coming to her. “Adele, I know what you’ve done.”
Her demeanor changes in an instant. “You fucked my daughter and think that I’ll sit back and allow my husband to disrespect me like that, that I’d allow that whore to take what’s mine.”
“Not going to lie,” Ilya begins, “I’d do Lena over you any fucking day of the week.”
The rest of my men nod in agreement.
“Enough,” I snarl, pissed that they’re even fucking thinking about my woman in this way. She is mine, not for my men to ogle over.
“Sorry, boss,” is echoed around the room, coming from all the men except for Ilya. He never apologizes for his words. But he gives me a small nod letting me know that he understands that he has overstepped the mark.
“You think that you can just replace me with my daughter?” she snarls at me, pulling at her restraints.
“You tried to have your daughter killed,” I growl, my anger at seeing Lena’s unconscious, beaten body pulses through me. There’s not a fucking chance in hell this bitch will ever give a crap about Yelena. “It wouldn’t be the first time you tried and failed, would it?”
Her face pales and she presses her lips together, finally learning to keep her fucking mouth shut and not lie. “What?”
“The attempted kidnap that resulted in Lev dying, that was you. You organized it in the hopes of ridding yourself of your daughter and husband. You set the Croats to take her down, knowing that they were after The Bullet, you decided to out your daughter’s identity and have them kill two birds with one stone.”
Her mouth twists into a snarl. “It didn’t fucking work,” she hisses. “She’s like a damn cat with her nine lives. I never wanted her. I wanted the status that came with being the Pakhan’s wife. But it was no use, as soon as the bitch was born everything changed.”
Anger rolls through me, she really is a fucking suka.
“Lev died and I was left with her. I had to deal with the bitch constantly. But then Maksim took over and trained her.” She pulls against her bindings and cries out as the rope cuts into her wrists. “Then the moment she came here I knew you wanted her. Do you think I’m blind? Hell you didn’t even wait a day before you fucked her on the table.” A sinister smile plays on her lips. “You’re not the only one who has cameras in the house. I watched you with her.”
I merely raise a brow. I don’t give a fuck if she saw us.
Ilya on the other hand has no qualms in dishing out shit to her. “Jealousy is such an ugly look on you, Adele.”