Ivan POV
Watching my wife burn the ba**ard's junk with a hand torch had the three of us groaning and Jasmine giggling. She actually giggles as Solkov's screams fill the room until he passes out. I move to the table, grabbing the smelling salts. I snap one as I walk back toward the f**ker. I practically jam the little stick so far up his nose I cant pull it out. His eyes go wide, and he tries to pull away from me, but the chains hold him firmly in place.
I look down at Meadow, who looks like a dark angel with the torch still in her hand. I smile as I reach for it. Her head snaps toward me and she smiles. "I think Jasmine and I are done now," she says, looking toward Jasmine, who nods. "We will leave the rest to the two of you," she says before pushing up on her toes. I capture her lips a
