What the hell was that?
Besides the late Vasya, no one had shown me an act of kindness without demanding something in return. All this absolute acceptance from Damian, Luke, Juanita, Connor, Frankie, Sapphire… unsettled me, because no matter what, I couldn't return the sentiment. My intention wasn't to hurt them, but I just didn't know how to behave for them to accept me without trying to break into all those parts I locked a long time ago. Despite loving my brother, I had absolute no desire to visit him or catch up on all the years we’d spent apart.
“Fuck!” I cried out, giving a kick to the punching bag, spinning my entire body in the process, and landing straight. The thing fell on the floor and a chuckle escaped me as satisfaction at destroying something ran through me.
Grabbing my gym bag, I hopped down onto the floor, enjoying how my muscles ached in all the right places from my recent workout. Any pain was welcomed as long as it took the thoughts of Rosa away temporarily. If that didn't speak of desperation, I didn't know what did.
Exiting the space that belonged to the Bratva, I closed and locked it with my keys. I raced to the car waiting, with Vlad already holding the door open for me.
Before I could slide in, Vitya cleared his throat behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder. Noticing how he grated his teeth and the frown on his face, I spun around to face him. “What’s going on?” Making a show of looking behind him, I gasped sarcastically. “No Michael in sight?” Vitya and Michael, despite both belonging to the Russian Mafia house, were a couple and pretty much stayed joined at the hip during our stay in the States. They didn't have such luxury back home, nor did I allow it.
Some laws had to be followed in the Bratva; otherwise, all the discipline would go to hell, and I didn't want to deal with the fallout. Everyone knew they had a thing going on, but until it was confirmed, no one could say shit or go against them.
Vitya rolled his eyes. “He is doing some photoshoot outside. Apparently, ‘Houston has amazing lighting that he just has to capture.’” His voice took on a higher pitch to mimic Michael’s, but then he sobered up, delivering me bad news. “We have a problem with Radmir.” My mood darkened at his words, and sighing heavily, I asked, “What the hell did he do now?” The last thing I wanted to do was deal with Radmir’s shit, which the last few years had become unbearable.
Clenching the papers tight in my hands, I ordered, “Schedule a meeting with him tomorrow afternoon. After that, we are going home.”
Vitya raised his brow at my words, surprised, and then he cleared his throat again. “What about, Rosa?” Vitya was one of my closest friends, beside Radmir, and I valued his opinion and feedback. However, no one was allowed to question me about my woman.
She was mine.
Mine.
No one else’s.
“She is not your concern, Vitya.”
He jerked his chin in acceptance, recognizing the steel in my voice. “As long as you understand the consequences of your actions, Dom.” We faced off for a moment, and understanding passed between us as he clasped his hands and nodded. “Fine, I’ll get everything ready. Make sure you don’t regret it though.”
Regret was a funny concept.
I learned at a young age that it had no place in my life; otherwise, the power and pain of it would suffocate me to death.
Man with the dragon tattoo
Leaning back in the hot tub, I enjoyed how the warm water eased my sore muscles, and the classical music allowed my mind to drift to my favorite places.
Like cells where women cried in pain as I fucked them.
Or blood spilled from different fucks who crossed me.
Or, and my favorite, when all those victims begged to be spared, and I’d promise it to them, only to squash all their hope in the next few minutes.
Currently, Lola was massaging my head, making me moan, and the only thing that ruined my paradise was her fucking shaking hands.
“Relax,” I barked, as she stilled for a moment, but then resumed working with ease. Closing my eyes, I wondered if maybe the time had finally come to fuck this little bitch. She was only sixteen, but then, I had younger pussies before. With all those fantasies about Rosa, I couldn't get release anywhere I tried. I needed something to enhance the process for me, and what better way to do it than an underage girl with no hope of surviving?
My cock stood up at the thought, and I grabbed her hand painfully and pushed her forward. Her whimpers added to my need. “Get naked and join me.” Fear widened her eyes, and she shook her head, so I slapped her hard. “Fucking get naked.” She slowly took off her tight, black dress and heels—she was naked under it per my instructions—and joined me.
Dominic and Don were acting civil, and right now, it seemed the pakhan had given up all together on his woman.
The time had come to speed up their reunion, or it would take ages to finally deliver my blow.
Something cold pressed onto my forehead, as my mind slowly registered itchy pain all over my body and especially my face, but I shifted my head on the soft pillow, as though I wanted to get away from a mosquito bite.
When I raised my hand to remove whatever it was bothering me, someone’s gentle voice shushed me.
“Shhh, you are too weak. Let me help you.” The voice belonged to someone new. I wasn't familiar with it. And indeed, everywhere the wet cloth touched me brought instant relief. Although I still felt every bruise and stab of pain running through me in other parts of my body, and I groaned loudly.
