Chapter 301: Viktor’s Reaction
Blood Pact HQ
The headquarters of the Blood Pact wasn’t a fortress of steel or glass, but a repurposed luxury casino at the city’s edge. Velvet carpets muffled footsteps, chandeliers hung heavy with dust, and broken roulette wheels sat abandoned in corners. Yet the place thrummed with menace, shadows filled with dangerous awakened criminals and unhinged laughter.
At the top floor, Viktor Throne lounged in a leather chair, one leg lazily thrown over the other.
In his hand was a sleek tablet. The image displayed upon it wasn’t a photo but a sketch drawn by hand: a gauntlet of crimson veins, still emanating a sinister aura even in two dimensions.
Viktor tilted his head, lips curling into an amused smile.
"Wouldn’t this artifact fit my style perfectly?" he asked lightly, voice lilting with charm. The tone was playful, almost teasing. But the way his fingers tightened around the tablet betrayed something darker.
Olga stood nearby with arms crossed in front of her chest. She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to, because she knew exactly what that glint in his eyes meant.
If Viktor ever had the chance, he’d rip that gauntlet from Kaiden’s arm without hesitation. Skin, muscle, bone, whatever came along for the ride wouldn’t slow him down. He’d smile while doing it because he was a psycho.
Her silence stretched, and Viktor let out a disappointed sigh. "Boring," he said, shaking his head.
Olga arched a brow. "You call it boring, I call it the glue that keeps this gang of crazed psychos together. Sorry for not being as ’fun’ as some of the others." She released a rather feminine scoff, clearly referencing the other women in the organization.