And then Matvei is on him.
I’ve seen Matvei do violence twice in my life. Once in an alley behind Khaza, and once in a hotel hallway to this very same man, funny enough. Both times, it was efficient and surgical. Bored, almost.
This is something else entirely. This is a man who has been holding a very specific feeling on a very high shelf, in a very small box, for several weeks, and has just now decided to take the box down and rip it to f*****g shreds while we all watch.
Matvei’s hand closes around DeMaris’s throat and lifts. The senator is a big man, but he’s basically a child in Matvei’s grasp. His Ferragamos scrabble for traction on the linoleum as Matvei slams him against the cinderblock wall.
The syringe goes flying. It clatters into a corner, intact and still full of whatever fa
