Chapter Seven: Rurik
If Vanya hadn’t told me what Marianna’s true connection to the Andreyevs had been, I’d probably gone after her not even knowing what they wanted with her. I would’ve killed her without asking any questions, and I would’ve lost my one chance to make it out of there alive. I owe Vanya so much, and when this is all over, I’m going to make sure that he gets everything that he truly deserves.He told me about the conversation he overheard at Marianna’s apartment with her friend, listening closely through the front door of her apartment, trying not to make a sound to alert either of them that they were being watched, but it seemed that they both had some inkling that they were being followed. I could tell from the moment Marianna laid eyes on me that she was scared, that she had been on edge for some time, and it was then I realized just how truly perceptive she was. It amazed me, and it was a skill that was going to come in quite handy now that we were moving to get her friend back, as well as take down the Andreyev Family for good. Though, I never would’ve guessed that Marianna was Mr. And Mrs. Andreyev’s biological child, and all the pieces started to align as to why Mr. Andreyev wanted to take her out for good. He was afraid that she was going to come after him for what was rightfully hers, and that didn’t interest me much besides using her to my advantage.
If I let her walk free, that would mean that Mr. Andreyev wouldn’t have what he wanted, and it was time someone double-crossed him for a change.
All she ever wanted was to meet them, was to ask them why they gave her up in the first place, and that was something I can understand. It’s not her fault that her birth parents are egotistical narcissists who only care about themselves, and I know that now that she’s seen their true colors, she’s going to wonder whether she’s anything like them at all. I have to make sure that this doesn’t destroy her, that she doesn’t crumble under the pressure because she wakes up one day to find that this is too much for her to deal with. She deserves better, and even though I came here to help her because I saw it as an opportunity to get myself out of my own mess, I can’t help but feel bad for her. Now, I can’t help but want to protect her as well.
I could see the sheer pain in her eyes, the worry that her entire life was going up in flames and there was absolutely nothing that she could do about it. I’d felt like that time and time again throughout my life, and it wasn’t until I met Mr. Andreyev did I think there was the possibility that was going to change for me, but I got involved with something I had no idea how to control. I let Mr. Andreyev take full control of my life, dangling my freedom in front of me so he could get me to do whatever he needed done, and I finally came to the realization that enough was enough. I didn’t want any part in his little games anymore, and now that I was out from under the watch of his other minions, I had the chance to get in contact with the right people, find a way out of this mess on my own terms, and give the people that deserved their freedom the right to walk away without the worry that they would spend the rest of their lives looking over their shoulders.
From the moment I laid eyes on her, there was something that drew me in, but I still had no idea what it was. I felt the initial spark the moment I spoke to her for the very first time, knowing that when she finally learned the truth, that any chance she had of happiness was going to go right out the window until she found a way to get her best friend back. There was a part of me that wanted to take that pain away, show her that this life isn’t all bad, but I wondered if she’d even be open to something like that. It was quite possible that she didn’t have the stomach for a life like this, and that I was wasting my time even trying to show her what it was like to be in control, but I knew I was never going to be sure until I did everything in my power to find out.If she has Andreyev blood coursing through her veins, there has to be a part of her that wants to dabble in such a life even if she’s not aware of it just yet.I thought, heading back over to the window that led out to the fire escape to make sure that the coast was clear.
I knew that she was going to have a million questions that I wouldn’t be able to answer, because there were some I was still trying to figure out for myself, namely the fact that I wanted to help her not only because I saw her as an opportunity, but that there was something else that made me want to remain in her company. She was a beautiful woman, but surprisingly nothing about her reminded me of either of her biological parents, and that made me even more curious about what she’s truly done with her life. I’d always been on a straight path straight to finding my way in the crime world, and I truly hadn’t thought about doing anything else, but it wasn’t until I heard everything I could about her life from Vanya that I realized how simple it had been, and how happy it must’ve made her. I was truly beginning to wonder whether all of this was going to break her, or whether she was going to be able to part with the fear and frustration, coming into her own in a way she never thought possible before. I wanted to comfort her, to tell her that we were going to find a way to reintroduce normalcy back into her life, but I knew she wasn’t ready to hear any of it, and so I decided it was best to try something a little different.
“You look like you can use a drink,” I said, searching around the stuffy apartment looking for a bottle of alcohol that was going to do the trick, and she shook her head disapprovingly.
“We shouldn’t even be here.”
“We’re here because it is far too dangerous to be roaming the streets when there are people that are after you,” I said to her, opening up cabinets and dusting off the cobwebs as I continued my search.
“You still have yet to tell me who those people are. If my biological father was the one that sent you to kill me, then it truly doesn’t make sense that there are other people trying to do the job as well, right?” she asked, and it was quite refreshing to see how naive she truly was.
“It seems that I’m not the only one that has learned of your connection to the Andreyev Family, and while you may not be welcomed or appreciated by your birth parents, that doesn’t mean that the entire family is going to shun you if they learned of your existence. That is why Mr. Andreyev kept you a secret even from me when he sent me to kill you, and if I hadn’t learned about who you were beforehand, I probably would’ve,” I said, and I could see that didn’t even make her flinch. The numbness and denial were starting to set in as she tried to keep herself from processing all of this, but it was only a matter of time before it came creeping back in when she least expected it.
“Are you saying that other family members would help me if they ever learned of my existence?”
“Not exactly, but they might use you as a bargaining chip, just as everyone else is trying to do it seems. You’ve become quite the hot commodity overnight it seems, and I have yet to figure out how the information of your true identity even managed to get out in the first place. There was only one other person that knew of your ties to the Andreyev Family apart from me, and I have my doubts that he would ever try to speak openly about that news to anyone that he couldn’t trust,” I said, finding a bottle of whiskey hidden deep in one of the cabinets, pulling it out as I searched for glasses that weren’t encased in dust.
“So, what you’re saying is that I’m fucked either way and the only person that is going to help me get out of this mess is you?” she asked, furrowing her brow at me while I nodded, rinsing two glasses before joining her on the strange orange leather couch, pouring her a glass, handing it to her while she came to terms with all this new information that she’d just learned.
“I’m afraid so, darling,” I said, sarcastically, throwing back my glass of whiskey like it was a shot, feeling it burn into the back of my throat, taking some of the edge off.
“Great. Just a few days ago the only thing I had to stress about were my clients, and now here I am having to fight for my life with a psychotic stranger who is supposedly trying to keep me safe from my psychotic biological parents,” she said, and I laughed.
“You know, for a therapist, that isn’t the profound epiphany that I was hoping for,” I teased, and she looked back at me, trying to figure out how I managed to keep calm in such situations, but I could see that she was tired of feeling sorry for herself. She took the bottle from my hand, filling her glass to the top while she gulped down the alcohol like it was going to do anything for her thirst, and I watched as she started to loosen up. It had been the first time since I’d seen anyone try to deal with the terrible circumstances that I’d had to endure for the worst part of my adult life, and now all I wanted to do was to keep Marianna from having to face a similar or much worse fate than I would. She had so much of her life left to live, and I wanted to give her the opportunity to make her own decisions, because it was the kind of thing I wished someone would’ve done for me before I got wrapped up into all of this.
“Why did you get involved with the Andreyevs in the first place? You told me you owed them money, but if your family was involved in crime already, then why would you have to do that?” she asked, practically slurring her words with how absolutely drunk she was getting and I knew that I was going to have to cut her off soon before she passed out. Though, given the circumstances, I could understand why she may want to sleep off some of the pain and distress she was dealing with.
“I wanted to make it on my own, show my family that I was capable of so much more, and all I did was get myself involved in something that I would spend the rest of my life trying to get out of. It’s a shame, but here I am now, on the verge of freedom with you, trying to figure out how we’re going to beat the bad guys,” I said, realizing that we were at the end of our whiskey, but the night was truly just beginning.
I glanced over to see that we finished all of the stranger’s alcohol, and Marianna, stretched out her legs on the coffee table, her skin flushed, looking up at me while her eyes beamed. It was the first time I had the chance to acknowledge just how beautiful she truly was, and the more I looked at her, the more I wanted to lean in and kiss her. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol coursing through me, or the will to finally be free, filling me with all kinds of excitement, but I just wanted to let loose and feel something incredible again. I inched closer to her, running my fingertips along her shoulder, while her head lowered, glancing down at my lips like she was thinking the very same thing as I was. We were both happily drunk, running on pure adrenaline after being killed, and now we were held up in some stranger’s apartment trying to wait out the worst of the storm so we could head back out into the real world looking for answers.
I reached down for her hand, holding it steady while my fingers brushed against hers, and I leaned in, waiting to see if she was going to push me away, tell me that this was not what she signed up for, but to my surprise, I felt her soft lips press into mine, while she shut her eyes, and I could feel the slight tickle of her eyelashes on my cheek as I kissed her harder. I pulled her into my lap, my hands running down every inch of her body, while she let out a soft moan as my kisses trailed down her neck. It was evident that she hadn’t been touched in a while, and I wanted to give her the kind of pleasure that she would remember. I ran my fingers through her hair, tugging on it lightly as she kissed me fiercely. I could feel her tongue in my mouth begging for more, while my fingertips brushed up against the hardness of her nipples, as I helped her out of her shirt. She wore a lovely blush pink lace bra, the perfect shade to compliment her tan skin, as she rose to get out of her pants before wrapping her legs around my torso. I felt the warmth of her skin beneath my hands, begging me to fuck her right there, and I wanted nothing more. I was hard just by looking at her, and I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted anyone this badly. She had a hold over me, and it was one I couldn’t quite understand because we only just met. The spark between us was undeniable, and there was a fire inside her that I’d never seen in anyone before. It turned me on to see a woman that knew exactly what she wanted, that wasn’t afraid to take charge, and I was going to give her a night she was never going to forget.
We were caught up in the moment, enjoying the spark that had ignited between us, because from the moment I touched her, it was like everything had changed. The worry had melted away, the anger had dissipated, and there we were completely enveloped in each other, and I wanted more. She smiled up at me, as though right then she had the very same thing in mind. I ran my fingers along her breasts, feeling the quick pace of her heartbeat underneath my fingertips. The adrenaline coursed through us both, and I needed release now more than ever.
I laid her down on the couch, unbuckling my jeans as I wiggled out of them, tossing them to the other end of the room along with the rest of her clothes, gazing down at her beautiful body, while she fondled my hard dick. I wasn’t done teasing her just yet, and I cupped one of her breasts, leading the nipple into my mouth while I sucked on it playfully. She bit down on her lip, brushing through my hair with her fingertips, as I started kissing every inch of her body. It wasn’t long before I was between her legs, pulling her panties aside so I could lick her perfect little clit, and I listened to her soft moans grow louder as I dove right in, feeling her wetness in my mouth, and I gripped both of her legs tightly while she squirmed.
I slipped out of her for a moment, watching as she got up and off the couch, getting on her knees, taking my dick into her mouth. I looked down to see her beautiful lips grip my shaft, bobbing her head up and down, just as it hit the back of her throat. I held her head steady, driving my dick deeper into her throat, right before I pulled out. She looked up at me and smiled, her makeup smudged, eyes watering, licking her lips like she was begging for more. I spread her legs open on the couch, slipping my dick inside of her wet pussy, feeling the satisfaction of how soaked she was the moment I started picking up the pace. I drove my dick deep, hearing her cry out in absolute pleasure. I held her legs up, driving her hips into me, watching her bite her lip to keep her from screaming yet again.
“Let it out, baby,” I said.
“Uh, oh my God. Fuck!” she screamed, and it was like music to my ears. I looked up at her and smiled, watching her clit swell beneath me, while I rose to pull out my hard dick, easing it back into her pussy. I thrust deep inside of her, feeling my balls slap against her while I gave her every inch of my dick, watching her grab the ends of the couch, looking for something to hold onto while I picked up the pace. I listened to her scream as I fucked her harder, burying my dick deep inside, while my hand outstretched to her neck. I squeezed on it playfully, watching the mesmerizing look on her face, and I watched her smile.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Uh-yes.”
“Turn around,” I instructed, and she didn’t even hesitate.
I slapped her perfect ass, feeling my dick part her pussy lips again as it slipped inside, and I heard her try to muffle her moans as I thrust deeper. I rammed her hard, feeling the sweat drip down the back of my neck, just as I grabbed a chunk of her hair, pulling it back so that she was closer to me, because I wanted to ask her again. I could feel how swollen she was, how sensitive her pussy must’ve been, and I kept going.
“You fucking like that, don’t you?
“Uh-huh,” she said, practically whimpering underneath me. I slowed down for a moment, letting my dick slide in and out of her with ease, while she caught her breath, feeling the tip catch on her pussy lips as I guided it back in. I held her legs open, looking down at her while her body quivered beneath me, and I drove my dick into her so intensely I could feel my body begin to harden just as I filled her up. I pulled out, watching it drip out of her perfectly swollen pussy. Just like that, we broke the ice, we got to see each other in ways I never expected when I embarked on the mission to find her, but if there was one thing I was sure of, it was that I couldn’t let anyone else get to her now. I couldn’t deny how I began to feel when I was around her, and it was a feeling I hadn’t experienced in a very long time. She was changing something inside of me, with a single spark, and a few moments together. I was starting to think that I was capable of wanting something more than just my freedom, and I wondered if she’d ever feel the same.
