I smirked and started on another drink.
“I know. Even Dom is very impressed.”
“Yes, I think I saw him taking notes.”
I chuckled.
He’d thought he should take over the torturing for Katya, he’d handle the tools, and she’d sit down to watch and satisfy her thirst for revenge.
Katya had refused him with a smile and arms crossed. She’d said clearly that she could handle it.
And now she was.
Maxim’s scream did not stop for two more hours.
Even then, it was Dom that came out first, beaming.
“And here I thought you were joking about the notebook.” I said to Frankie as Dom settled on a stool, tapping the bar for a drink as if I was a bartender.
I shook my head at him and set to making my third round of drinks.
“I take it that she’s done then?” Frankie asked.
Dom made a sound and shook his head. “Not yet. She’s doing something to his head.”
“Putting it in a jar?” I asked, reaching down for a bottle of Irish rum.
Dom nodded. “How did you know?”
“She promised him that she would do just that.”
Dom laughed.
“Holy shit! I am so happy she’s a part of the family now. We can have some good times together.”
I opened my mouth to say that Dom would not have any kind of fun with Katya because I didn’t want him exposing her to that part of our lives, but then, Katya was born into this kind of living. And even if they did anything together, I was completely sure that she would be the one exposing him to new dangerous, and unsightly things.
So, I just shut my mouth back and smiled, mixing the drink in the shaker and setting it out in glasses.
Katya came out just then, dabbing her neck with a napkin that was a shade of red so deep I couldn’t tell the bloodstains apart.
And there had to be blood stains on that.
“Is there a drink for me, boys?” she asked, coming to sit on a stool too, beside Dom.
“It depends on how you plan to pay for it.” I said with a smirk and a wink.
Frankie made a sound and rolled his eyes.
“Please, I love you both, but I will vomit if you do that in front of me.”
Katya gave me a half-smile and leaned on the counter on her elbow. “I’ll set up a payment plan when we get home.”
Frankie groaned, and I laughed as I placed the fourth glass I’d made in front of Katya.
We got home some time past midnight.
Katya hadn’t completely agreed to live with me, but she had agreed to spend most days in my apartment while still retaining all her properties.