The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 441

Chapter 194: Blood Against Blood-2

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“Understand something, Marco,” Volkov said quietly. “Men who accomplish great things don’t need

to brag about them.”

Marco’s jaw tightened. Volkov crouched down until they were eye level, his voice a low murmur.

“You are enjoying this far too much. Which tells me one of two things.”

Marco held his stare.

“You’re either very stupid,” Volkov said.

A beat of heavy silence followed. “Or you believe someone very powerful is protecting you.”

The basement fell quiet.

The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until Marco broke it with a jagged laugh that sounded like gravel grinding together.

“You’re a fool to think that,” Marco spat. “Do you really believe it takes an outsider to bring you

down? Wake up, you arrogant piece of shit!”

He strained against the chair, his face inches from the light. “I’ve watched three years of fractures,

Viktor. Three years of the young ones sharpening their teeth while you played at being

untouchable. I’m the only one who didn’t switch sides-the only one who kept the ‘ghost’s favorite

son’ from being gutted a dozen times over. But the throne isn’t shaking; it’s already rotted through. The younger faction despises you, they just didn’t have the nerve to move.”

He shook his head and smirked, then spat at Viktor’s feet.

“They’re done. And so am I,” he said coolly. “I’m finished playing the loyal dog. Someone needs to drag you off that pedestal before you collapse and crush the rest of us.”

Volkov just stared, his expression as flat as the concrete floor. “And I’m assuming,” he said softly,”

you think that ‘someone’ is you?”

Marco leaned forward as far as the restraints allowed, eyes wild and bright.

“They don’t call me the Shark for nothing, Viktor. I go where the blood is. And I finally realized

there’s no side left to stand on but my own.”

His voice cracked-not with fear, but with ugly triumph.

“It’s just a matter of time.”

He jerked against the restraints, the chair screeching faintly against concrete.

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“You’ve become a liability,” Marco pressed, breathing hard. “Unpredictable. Emotional. Ever since s he died, you’ve been snapping at shadows like a wounded animal.”

Volkov didn’t move.

Marco smiled, sensing the crack.

“You’re not feared anymore,” he continued, softer now. Crueler. “You’re unstable.”

A wet laugh rattled in his chest.

“No heir. No legacy. You’re the end of the line.”

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming.

“Like father, like daughter.”

The silence that followed was different.

Sharp.

Alive.

“And look where that madness got her?” Marco finished, voice dropping to a whisper meant to cut.

“Six feet under. Rotting. While you play king in a basement.”

The shift was immediate.

Volkov moved.

The crack of palm against flesh exploded through the room. Marco’s head snapped sideways, the

metal chair screeching violently as it skidded across the concrete.

Blood sprayed from his split lip.

For a moment, the world rang.

Volkov stood over him, breathing slow but heavy, fingers flexing at his sides as if resisting

something far worse than a slap.

His eyes were no longer bored.

They were feral.

“Сукин сын!”

The words ripped from him, stripped of civility.

“How dare you, you son of a bitch!” Volkov snarled, his voice shaking with a fury so tightly contained it felt lethal. “You do not speak about my daughter. You do not say her name. You do not

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even let the thought of her pass through that filthy mouth.”

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Volkov’s hand fisted into Marco’s collar, yanking him upright despite the restraints. He tightened his grip until Marco’s breath hitched.

“Even forming a sentence about her is a privilege you were never given.”

The air in the basement turned suffocating.

“She carried more legacy in her smallest finger than you will ever hold in your entire miserable

existence,” Volkov continued, each word carved from rage. “And you dare compare yourself to her?

His jaw flexed, eyes burning – not wild, not unstable.

Focused.

“You mistake my restraint for weakness,” he said, voice dropping lower, more dangerous. “You mistake grief for instability.”

He leaned closer, their faces inches apart.

“I buried my daughter,” he said quietly. “Do you understand what that means?”

A beat.

“It means I have already endured the worst thing a man can survive.”

He released him abruptly, letting the chair slam back against the concrete.

“You,” Volkov finished coldly, straightening his cuffs, “are not even worth the dirt on her grave.”

Marco’s laughter spilled out – low, jagged, ugly.

“Oh,” he muttered, tilting his head despite the blood dripping from his lip. “Did I finally hit a nerve,

Viktor?”

“Shut up.”

Not shouted.

Spoken through his teeth.

Marco saw it – the tremor in the control.

“You know exactly how much blood was spilled to avenge her,” Volkov said, his voice dropping into something far darker. “Every single person who caused her suffering paid for it. A hundred fold. I wiped their names from existence. Down to the last drop of their filthy bloodline.”

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He stepped closer.

“You know what I am capable of.”

Marco’s smile returned.

Cruel. Knowing.

“Yes,” he said softly. “I do.”

A pause.

“And I also know it wasn’t you who found them.”

Silence snapped tight.

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“They were delivered to you,” Marco continued, watching carefully. “Gift-wrapped. Traced. Handed

over.”

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