Fractured Souls

“I wouldn’t advise enraging a woman pregnant with twins, Pasha,”

Pasha: Stop calling, mishka. Please.

“Of course, it’s me, sweetheart. Who else has such a sexy voice? Oh fuck, please don’t tell him I called you sweetheart.”

“The wall, Pavel. If your skull didn’t crack during all those years of fighting, it certainly won’t now.”

Thank God, Kostya is wearing a hoodie and jeans.

“I’m pretty sure I know how to count!”

Now, as I picture Robert’s screams for mercy, a small smile breaks across my lips.

I’m going to make the people who broke her spirit pay. In blood.

“No one scares you and gets away without punishment.”

How can he be so calm? It’s as if my throwing a fit doesn’t bother him in the least.