Chapter 127 Nikolai Death
Nico POV
Nico shot up from the bed, rushed over, and punched Nikolai right in the face his bone cracked, and I immediately looked his way since I loved the sound of his face breaking.
Nikolai spat out a mouth full of blood. “You know,” he started. “No matter what you do, you won’t be able to change it.”
“Change what?” he seethed.
“The fact that I had her first and the fact that my cock stretched that pussy of hers first.”
Another fist to his jaw and Nikolai face jerked to the side. The sight of blood that spat from his face somehow managed to numb the painlike morphine and seeing him bleed dulled the ache in my soul…and it felt good.
Nico leaned closer to his brother. “I would love nothing more than to put a bullet through your skull.”
“Then do it,” Nikolai bit out between bloodied teeth.
“Unfortunately, revenge is no longer mine to take, brother.” Nico stood up straight and looked at me. I cocked my head to the side, my soul hardening with every second that passed. There was nothing but emptiness inside me. I felt nothing but as I looked past Nico at Nikolai, crimson dripping from his nose…I felt something raw, something deep. Something that had its roots planted deep inside the foundation of hate.
Nico walked over to me and held out his hand.
The glint of the knife caught my attention and I looked up at him questioningly, even though I knew what he was saying.
He gestured toward the knife. “This is your revenge to take, little pet.”
I bit down on my lip as I reached for the knife. I expected it to feel heavy in my hand, but it didn’t. It felt light yet cold and hard. Kind of like me on the inside.
Nico helped me up, my legs trembling beneath me. Whether it was the meds or shock, I didn’t know, but I was weak, my anger the only thing that strengthened me enough to stand up straight with the support of Nico arm around my waist.
Nikolai started to laugh. “Just proves you don’t know her at all. She’s not capable of murder, she’s too weak and she doesn’t have it in her to take a life.”
I glared at him. His face, eyes and lips. It nauseated me and I could still feel his fingers inside me, pushing the poison as deep as he could, killing my baby. I could still hear his voice as he told me everything was going to be okay. Well, it’s not and nothing would ever be okay again.
I took a step forward, and my legs shook, but the fury mixed with pain fueled me, it pushed me to keep on moving. Nico arm was still wrapped around my waist, and I leaned into him just a little more.
“I’ve got you,” he assured me softly.
Nikolai kept on smiling. “Pity he’s too late, huh? If he didn’t leave you in the first place, all of this probably wouldn’t have happened.”
I chose not to listen to a word he said, even though it rang true. Nico left but that no longer mattered because nothing mattered now.
I gripped the knife tighter in my hand, and Nikolai glanced at the blade before his menacing stare shot up to mine. “So are you going to tell him, or should I?”
I froze mid step and Nikolai nodded toward Nico. “Maybe you should tell him. It would be better if it came from you, don’t you think?”
“Tell me what?” Nico glanced from Nikolai to me, but I kept my deadly glare on the son of a bitch in front of me.
“Tell him, Lila, tell my dear twin brother what happened.”
My nostrils flared, and I could feel my veins swell with rage. Heat spread through my body, every muscle clenched even my breathing slowed, and I grabbed hold of every ounce of fury that boiled like lava inside my veins, threatening to erupt.
“Okay, fine.” Nikolai sighed. “If you don’t have the guts to, I’ll tell him.”
And then I snapped. The last thread of humanity I had left in me cracked, and I rushed forward, screaming maniacally before shoving the blade in the bottom of his chin and up his face. I felt his skin tear, the knife hitting bone.
Blood gurgled out of his mouth, out of the wound, and it spilled over my hand. It was warm, thick, and as I watched the blood run down my hand and arm, dripping to the floor, I could feel it feed my broken soul, soothing it, consoling it.
Nikolai choked on his own blood, and I shoved the knife even deeper up his face. Crimson bubbled out of his nose as the last air left his body. The sweet metallic smell of blood filled my nose, and my anger loved the scent.
“lila?” Nico moved his hand on my waist, but I ignored it. I only shoved the knife deeper, wishing I could do it all over again and then I did. I ripped it out of his face and stabbed it through his cheek and then I did it again.
The more blood I saw seeping out of his head, the more I wanted to see. With every jab, I saw all the lies, all the deception, all the pain…all because of this man. All I’d been through, everything that had happened was because of him. He destroyed my life…as well as the life of my unborn child.
I screamed. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I took the knife in both hands, and using all my strength I forced the blade through the top of his head…and left it there.
Tears silently ran down my face as I stared at the bloodied face of the monster that had taken everything from me. I did that. I killed him…and I wished I could do it again.
Nico placed his jacket over my shoulders. “It’s over, little pet. He’s dead.”
My body trembled as I kept staring at the corpse in front of me. I wanted to look at him as long as possible to make sure I never forget what my revenge looked like.
The blood, the brutal sight of what his face looked like after I sliced it and stabbed it over, and over, and over again.
“It’s over.” Nico turned me to face him and pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me. “It’s finally over.”
“nico.” Uncle Lucas stood by the door. “I think you need to get her home, let Doc take a look at her. I’ll make sure this all gets cleaned up.”
“Thank you, Uncle.”