Blood of My Monster (Monster Trilogy #1 ) by Rina Kent

No, it’s not her cunt. It’s mine.

Everything Sasha has to give is mine to own, no matter what she says about it.

I head to the closet and change into a suit, still speculating about why the fuck I fell asleep. And why Sasha disappeared while I was sleeping.

She ran away, and you know it.

I button my shirt with controlled movements in spite of the fire that’s turning my insides to ashes. I’ve always been the type to turn calmer but deadlier in situations that go against my desires.

It allows me to see the picture from all angles and come up with the perfect plan to eliminate the problem.

Right now, that problem isn’t the assholes in the organization whose graves I’m slowly but surely digging. It isn’t my idiot brother or my useless mother.

It isn’t even Karina’s wasted life.

It’s the reminder that Sasha has a man somewhere.

I didn’t hear the entire conversation last night, but I heard enough to know she misses him, loves him more, and she’ll soon go back home for good. Oh, and she was smiling like an idiot and kicking imaginary rocks with her foot.

That’s the first time I’ve seen her that happy. It’s also the first time I’ve wished I had the power to pull someone from the other end of the phone and shoot him between the eyes.

But I can’t even find out who he is, because she shot the phone. To protect him.

From me.

My fingers tighten around the button, but I release it before I break the thing off.

She can try to hide him, but she’s underestimating my abilities to find anyone I set my mind on.

After I’m finished dressing, I leave my room and send her a text.

Kirill: My office. Now.

She doesn’t read it. I glare at the phone as if that will make her magically appear.

“Boss.”

I lift my head to find Viktor standing by the stairs and watching me peculiarly. “What is it?”

“The situation is a bit complicated.”

“Out with it, Viktor. Don’t just stand there staring like an idiot.”

“You’re probably not going to like this.”

“In that case, spare me the details.” I pause. “Where’s Sasha?”

“Lipovsky is involved in the situation you’re probably not going to like.”

I narrow my eyes. “What’s he done now?”

“You better see it for yourself. It’s all happening in the clinic where Mr. Konstantin is resting—”

Before he’s finished his sentence, I’m already storming outside. I’m going to break Konstantin’s neck and lock Sasha the fuck up. It’s not enough that she pulled the whole stunt about saving him yesterday, but she also had the nerve to run away from me to go to him first thing this morning.

When I arrive at the clinic, one of the nurses bows her head in greeting. “Mr. Konstantin is in the second room on the left.”

I give a curt nod, and she smiles as she continues on her way. She must think I’m here to visit my useless brother, which is far from being the case.

I’m ready to send him to the grave he escaped from last night—

My thoughts come to a halt when I reach the door to his room. Konstantin sits in bed with a hideous-looking face that has more blue and purple than normal skin, but he’s grinning from ear to ear.

None other than Karina helps feed him some soup while smiling. She doesn’t do that, or she stopped for years, and I almost forgot she has deep dimples in her cheeks.

The fact that my recluse sister actually went out of the house and walked the length of the garden is a feat in and of its own. Not only that, but she’s also visiting Konstantin. I always got the impression she didn’t like him, despite his attempts to take her under his wing.

Another surprising fact is the absence of Yulia from his bedside. In the past, if he so much as fell and scraped his knee, she’d fawn over her golden son for days, always blaming me for not taking care of ‘my brother.’

The funny thing about Yulia is that Konstantin becomes my brother when it suits her. When it doesn’t, I’m just the devil who took ‘her’ son’s rightful place.

Sasha stands by Karina’s side, smiling softly, and the whole picture starts to become clear. She must’ve convinced my sister to visit Konstantin and accompanied her on the journey from the house to here.

Judging by Karina’s long-sleeved dress and boots, she was mentally prepared to go outside.

“She wanted to come last night,” Sasha tells my brother. “But she was wary of your mother’s presence.”

“I see,” he says. “It was good that you texted me. I told Mother I needed another doctor, and she went to personally make sure she gets the best.”

Did he just mention texting? As in, Sasha is texting him?

I’m seriously contemplating why I didn’t let Viktor shoot him last night in that fucking duffel bag.

Sasha nods. “I really wanted to bring Karina here when your mother wasn’t around, hoping to make it easier for her.”

“Good call,” says Konstantin.

“Thanks, Sasha.” Karina takes her hand and offers her a dimpled smile. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“Well, isn’t this lovely?” I stride inside. “A family reunion that’s only missing cake and champagne.”