Chapter 344 344. Artemiy - Revenge 1

Chapter 344 344. Artemiy - Revenge 1
The man who has tormented my soulmate, my perfect bonded, for years is glaring at me, while a grin tugs at the corners of my mouth as I realize just how pathetic he is. How weak he is. He hurt Olena because it gave him the false impression of power, but no matter how hard he tried, he has never managed to fill whatever void he has inside him.
Or maybe he hurt her because he could and because he’s rotten to the core. Regardless of why he did it, he will pay a very high price today.
Next to me, Vasiliy is clenching and unclenching his fists, struggling to keep his anger at bay. He won’t have to control himself for much longer, just enough to let this piece of shit know exactly what will happen to him, but I’m sure he already knows what awaits him. After all, Anton has been kind enough to offer him a couple of samples, leaving him quite bruised up and with dried blood on his face and clothes. Too bad I haven’t seen the beating because I was spending time with my beautiful bonded—my pregnant wife. Well, future wife.
I try to focus on the man before me, but my thoughts keep circling back to Olena, to our baby, and I still can’t believe that I’m going to be a father yet again. At my age, I thought I was done with diapers and sleepless nights, but oddly enough, I’m looking forward to all of that. But more than that, I’m looking forward to holding my baby in my arms for the first time. I hope we are having a daughter because I’m such a girl dad. Many men believe that only boys are fun because they can play sports with them, but they have no idea what they are missing out on—they can do not only sports with a girl, but so much more.
“Would you look at that,” Yuily sneers in English, “the men who are fucking Olena.”
His annoying voice snaps me out of my happy little bubble, and I let the anger wash over me because I know he’s provoking us on purpose.
His gaze flickers to Anton. “Are you fucking her as well, boy?”
Anton’s entire demeanor is quite different from when he’s around his parents. He just grins this savage grin at Yuily before making a few snapping sounds, of which I’m not quite sure what to make, but whatever they mean makes Yuily avert his gaze away from him and look at Ander, who’s petting a very mean-looking Rottweiler–the kind that attacks your first and asks questions later.
I met Ander a couple of years ago, and he’s the kind of person no one wants to have as an enemy because he will stop at nothing to annihilate anyone who not only wronged him but also is in his path for vengeance.
“Are you going to repeat the same stupid question to me so I can let Diva here teach you a couple more manners, or can we get down to business and be on our way as soon as possible?” Ander asks, his tone like steel.
So the dog’s name is Diva. It really suits her.
Yuily lets out a dry, humorless laugh. “If you want to kill me, just go ahead and do it already. It’s why you brought me here after all,” he says as he tries to make himself as comfortable as he can in the metal chair he’s tied to. “So let’s get this over with.”
“We will,” Vasiliy grits out.
I take it that it’s the first time he has to deal with monsters like Yuily and doesn’t have the patience needed to make his last moments before we send him to hell as painful as possible.
So, I leave no room for doubt when I say, “But we will take our time with you, because those like you don’t deserve a quick and easy death.”
“Let me guess–you brought me here because of Olena.” 
At least he isn’t pretending not to know why he’s going to leave this world in a very violent way.
“Not quite,” I correct him. “This is for everyone you have ever hurt and to make sure it will never happen again.”
A sigh leaves him. “All this for a woman,” he keeps insisting that this is only about Olena. But like many others, Yuily starts lying, trying to manipulate us into thinking this is a big misunderstanding. “If this is about what happened in the maze, I only gave her what she wanted. You should have seen her the way she was rubbing against me, wanting more. I swear, she was acting like a bitch in heat.”
Vasiliy takes a step forward, an animalistic growl rising in his throat. I grab him by the wrist, stopping him from beating Yuily to a bloody pulp. He glares at me, but I hold his gaze until he understands that I’ve got this and that Yuily will pay for all his sins—for every single one–but he needs to take things calmly. 
My cousin takes a deep breath before stepping back, and I let go of him.
My attention goes back to Yuily. “Is that so?” I ask. “She wanted you to bite her, to hurt her?”
“Of course,” he replies, sounding quite confident. “You know how these bitches are.”
I nod, pretending to understand what he means. “They pretend not to like it when, in reality, they can’t get enough of being treated like the little whores they are,” I say, hoping it will make him dig his own hole even further.
The air shifts in the room, and if I don’t explain myself in the following seconds, I’m going to get my ass kicked so hard, I won’t be able to sit for weeks to come.
“All whores want one thing—dick,” Yuily tells us. “And men are more than happy to give them what they want. Some even might play hard to get, but once they start being fucked, they stop complaining. Many of them even love being gang-banged, even if they will never admit that out loud. Ask Olena how many times she was part of gang bangs and how much fun she had every time.”
I ignore his nasty comment about Olena and ask him, “Is that how you see women? Like whores that were created for men’s entertainment?”
“You are the one who said it, not me,” he retorts.
The difference is that I don’t believe that bullshit, but instead of pointing that out, I ask, “Was she a whore when you, along with two other friends, bought her and locked her in an apartment, forcing her to sell her body to whichever man went to see her?” Rage starts to fill me, but I force myself to stay calm. “I can’t call it selling her body since she never saw a dime of the money you gained off of her.” Not that Olena would ever want anything to do with that money. 
“Is that what she told you?” he asks, his tone dripping with untruth. “Of course she received money. Plus that all her needs and that of her child were covered by me.” 
This time, I explode. “She was a fucking child when you bought her!” 
“How the hell was I supposed to know that?” he inquires. “She not only had a baby, but she also looked a lot more mature for her age. I was sure she was at least eighteen.”
“Are you fucking me?” I snarl. “You got her and her baby false documents to get out of Ukraine and into Russia! You knew she was a minor! And you most definitely paid for her, bought her like she was cattle.”
He keeps lying. “I didn’t. Look, man, all I knew was that she was running away from someone and needed to leave the country, and I agreed to get her and her baby out. I didn’t ask her any questions about her past. And where did you come up with the bullshit that I bought her? She came with me willingly. More than that, she was the one who asked me to help her, and I did. And look at where that got me.”
Vasiliy speaks next, “Let’s say that is true—that she asked you for help—but you took advantage of her situation and forced her into prostitution.”
“Please,” Yuliy huffs. “She was more than glad to open her legs wide for anyone who wanted to pay to fuck her. Besides, she was never locked in the apartment–she could leave whenever she wanted, but she never did because she loved being fucked by all those men who visited her.”
Vasiliy’s left eye twitches. “Are you calling her a whore?”