“Yeah, well he should have thought about it before bringing a kid here.”
“I’ll call him. He won’t kick my ass,” Konstanciya offered, and Michael and I shared a look. Since when did she help Kostya? He shook his head and left the bar.
Hopping from the stool, I saluted them. “Gotta go pick up Ciara from the airport.”
“Not before stopping by Dominic’s office,” Michael added. “He got fucking pissed off at me when you snuck out to the university regarding the fall semester.”
Waving off his warning, I walked to the office, while shouting over my shoulder, “I promised, didn't I?” Which could bite me in the ass now, so I prayed to God my sexy Russian was in a good mood.
Dominic
“Vito is testing my patience.” I poured myself a glass of whiskey, not fucking caring at all it was too early for that shit, and sat down on my chair, resting my legs on the table, while Yuri and Vitya sat opposite me with unreadable expressions.
“Pakhan—”
“I swear to God, Vitya, you try feeding me the whole ‘understanding’ bullshit once again, and I will put a bullet through your head.”
He clenched his fists, but said nothing.
Vito apparently concluded in only a few days that the Lucas guy had killed off his beloved and favorite niece, and as a result, the killing belonged to him. He invited me over to Florence to inflict my revenge, but the deathly blow should come from him.
Needless to say, I told him to fuck off and bring me the guy or he’d face a war not only from my end, but from Don too, and God knows who else. So far, I didn't bring up my secret card, aka Melissa. Working with the FBI had its perks.
“Do you want me to prepare our guys?” Yuri’s stare became calculative, as he probably did all the mathematics in his head to determine how much to invest into guns and fuel.
“I gave him one more day. If he doesn’t reply or his reply doesn't make me happy, then yes, I’ll give you a call.” My hands itched to use all my twisted knowledge in an art form and show him the greatest of torture in the specific apartment I’d bought and decorated just for this occasion. This chapter had to close permanently, because my girl wouldn't be content behind closed walls forever, and the nightmares she still had at night fueled my rage more. Too bad Vito didn't have a woman of his own so he could “understand” my point of view.
Yuri nodded, rose, but paused midair when I questioned him. “What the hell were you doing in the States?” He sat back down. “Yuri? I’m fucking tired of you all behaving as you please. I’m the pakhan, and you will explain yourself to me.”
His lips thinned, disliking being put in this position, but he finally said, “Melissa is pregnant with my child.” Vitya, who was sipping his coffee, choked on it and spilled some on the floor, while I just blinked.
Blyat, what?“Melissa, as in FBI agent Melissa?” I clarified, and at his nod, my brows rose, because for the life of me, I couldn't imagine how this could happen.
After Savannah died all those years ago, he never paid attention to women. He never fucked anyone at headquarters, so I had no clue if he got his dick wet or not, but sure as hell, he never wanted kids or a relationship.
“Congratulations.” Vitya slapped him on the back with a smile on his face.
I added, “Congratulations. Didn't know she was yours.”
He snorted in disgust, shocking us both. “She isn’t. We fucked, and she got pregnant.” This was an unusual situation to say the least. Bratva members married the mother of their children or asked for them to be under the dome of our protection. Yuri did neither.
“I see.” Although I fucking didn’t. But with Yuri, you couldn’t push him for much, and he didn't bring up the subject, so I couldn't make him. His child was his responsibility.
He opened his mouth to either add something or disrespect the mother of his child more, when a soft knock sounded on the door, and Rosa entered the room with a hesitant smile, biting her lower lip.
Of course, she would come begging me to let her go. “Leave us alone.” The guys stood up, bowed their heads to her, and left while she moved closer as I crooked my finger at her. Placing my feet back on the floor, I opened my legs and she came between them, circling her arms around my neck while I picked her up and sat her in front of me on the table. With our height differences, we faced each other. I rubbed her thighs, hating the denim of her jeans, which didn't allow me to reach her skin.
“Dominic.” Instantly, my lips were on hers, for who could resist such a sinful mouth? She opened hers in protest, probably wanting to discuss the issue first, as if I didn't have an answer for her already, but I took this as a good opportunity to push my tongue inside and deepen the kiss.
After a few seconds, she stopped struggling and gave in to the kiss. Rosa fisted the front of my shirt, hugging me closer, scratched the back of my neck with her nails, sending tingling sensations down to my cock, and moaned softly. Not liking this distance, I picked her up and she wrapped my waist with her legs as my hard-on pressed against her covered pussy. More so when I lay her down on the desk, throwing all the shit on the floor, and she arched her back as I ground into her, making sure to arouse her clit. The kiss was hot and deep, and I tugged on her hair and angled her head better for my penetration. Her velvet tongue played with mine, but the burning of our lungs required me to lift my lips from hers. We separated on a gasp and ragged breaths, and while she gulped needed air, I nipped on her chin.
“Dominic,” she half moaned, half whispered.
“I know, baby. God, do I know.” I came back to her mouth, and now the kiss was slower, gentler, more sensual.
Did anything more perfect exist in this world? She was made for me, mykrasavica. I never understood the importance of love until she was taken away from me and I had to face living without her. How could Vito even think to forbid me my revenge? It was my right to avenge the beautiful woman in my arms.
Rosa
