Fate's Dark Side Chapter 725

"Bloody traitor," he said, and Andrew cautioned him.

"I used to have a lot of respect for you, Uncle. I did not know your hands were this dirty." Andrew said, and Ighor laughed.

"Mikhail must be rolling in his grave right now. You could not avenge your father. You are a bloody traitor. First, you worked against Yuri, and now this," he said, and Andrew shook his head.

"Protecting my cousins, the true heirs of our family, isn't treachery. My father attempting to murder Uncle Erik for no just cause is treachery. If your perception of right and wrong is flawed, mine isn't. Yuri is killing innocent people and has to be stopped." Andrew said with a bit of rage.

I did not need any more convincing that he was on our side. Indeed the man was misguided by his father and lack of accurate information. I was glad we gave him the benefit of the doubt.

"If Yuri is fit to be king, why is he hiding? King Sylvester is here. He did not hide behind his minions. He is here with us." Alexei said, looking at him.

"Where is your King, Ighor Stepanov?" he asked, looking at Ighor, and Ighor looked in his direction.

"In Hill Valley fucking your pregnant wife," Ighor said, laughing, and Alexei joined him.

"I would have believed you if she was there," he said, and Ighor frowned. I realised he had only said that to aggravate Alexei.

Sylvester got up from his chair and went to where Ighor was.

Without warning, he punched him hard in the face. I saw blood, but instead of pain, Ighor laughed, and Sylvester joined him.

"I like your kind," Sylvester said and went to stand behind Ighor. We were all attentive. I knew whatever Sylvester planned to do to the psycho would be epic.

"I want you to give me a location leading to Yuri, Ighor. Then I might let you remain whole," Sylvester said, and Ighor laughed.

Sylvester hit his shoulder from behind, popping his arm out of the socket, leaving the hand dangling at an unnatural angle.

Ighor screamed, but Sylvester wasn't done. He hit his upper arm, breaking Ighor's humerus into two. The bone protruded, and I knew healing would be a harrowing experience.

The man screamed, tears streaming down his face. David and Dominic joined Sylvester. I guess he linked them. David held Ighor's chin up to look at him.

"I didn't know a tough man like you could cry," David teased him.

"My brothers aren't as patient as you may think. You can still heal that arm once, but it is off; there is no putting g it back. All we need is Yuri's location," David asked him, and he shook his head even though he was in pain. The man was trying to be brave and act tough.

Dominic and Bryce, and David held Ighor down. Marcel and Theodore placed his broken arm on the table, and Sylvester shifted his hands into his wolf's hands.

This was a very bloody and brutal questioning. It was dark and mean, and I liked it.

I was going to practice this method on an enemy one day.

They placed Ighor's hand on the table, and Ighor was screaming.

Erik could not watch, but the rest of us did. Erik must have really cared for his cousin.

"I do not usually do things like this, but you leave me no choice. My family and friends are in danger; my people are being killed. I can no longer sit and wait for a peaceful resolution. You will give me what I want, or I will tear you limb from limb," He said and, without warning, landed a hit on Ighor's lower arm crushing his radius and Ulna together.

I flinched at the sight of it. Everyone let Ighor go immediately. The arm looked like something a tire had flattened in the crushed places. It looked unnatural and damaged. Ighor was crying.

"We still have three more limbs to go, Ighor. You know Yuri would not care what happens to you. Where is your cousin?" Sylvester said calmly.

Sylvester did not flinch and did not look like he felt anything.

He was indeed a scary man.

I wondered how Tamia stole his heart.