I hated that I had to take part in this, but at the same time, I was glad.
At least I would try my best for them to not lose themselves in this dangerous life from which they would never escape.
It was a curse all of us shared. I just hoped someday each one of us could find something that would lessen the burden.
Although, this life taught me nothing but to never have hope.
Hope never came true.
Radmir, 33 years old
This trip to the States was too fucking long with all the meetings, and I was glad we were finally going home.
“Did we have to take a commercial flight?” Dom muttered while Yuri rolled his eyes.
“Radmir, here, wanted to play pilot.”
“Fuck you, Yuri. Address me with respect,” I said with a grin, barely stifling a laugh at their displeasure. I majored in piloting and loved doing it when I got the chance, and with our lifestyle, I rarely got to. “You shits are too spoiled with our private plane to appreciate good things in life.”
“Oh, fuck, he got into the ‘old man’ mood again.” Gleb whistled next to us. “What did you guys say?” Before they could catch him on with the conversation at hand, a beautiful woman rushed before us like lightning and bumped into Dominic so hard she bounced back, and I had a second to catch her in time so she wouldn't fall.
Her scent instantly washed over me, awakening my senses as the mix of vanilla and peonies penetrated my nostrils as her body rushed an unfamiliar sensation through me.
“Sorry,” she mumbled sweetly, sounding a bit lost. It instantly made me want to wrap her in my arms and never let go.
What the fuck? Women usually only inspired the desire to fuck them, and nothing more. I hadn't even seen her face, and already she brought up an interest in me?
Her shoulders sagged under Dominic’s narrowed eyes, so I couldn't help but say, “Stop scowling at the poor girl, Dominic.” She shivered in my arms and then spun around. The hit was immediate; it felt like someone punched me in the gut.
Vivid blue eyes were the first thing I noticed about her, which along with her dark brown hair and pale skin created a vision I could look into every day. I’d seen my fair share of beautiful women, but there was something about her that made me want to cover her from the rest of the world so her every touch and breath belonged to me.
Love at first sight was bullshit created by poets who had nothing else to do.
But lust? Lust was an emotion running high through me at the moment, and I’d never wanted someone with such intensity before.
“It’s all right,” she said, slightly shaken. As our gazes collided, her breath hitched.
“Krasivoglazaya,” I murmured, but then our flight was announced and her face changed, and without saying anything else, she sent us a weak smile and dashed away.
She could run all she wanted.
There was no escaping my desire for her, and by the end of the night, she’d be mine, one way or another.
Radmir, 35 years old
Lying on the uncomfortable prison floor, I studied the ceiling of the isolator camera and tried my best to ignore the pain in my stomach from all the kicking Ben had given me for supposedly disobeying him and getting into a fight with another inmate.
Instead of wincing and giving him the satisfaction of seeing it on the camera, I smiled broadly and thought of the way I would kill the fucker once this shit was done.
They might have thought it was a punishment to be all alone in this place and it would drive me insane, but instead, it gave me nothing but peace. Someone must have paid all those fucking inmates to attack me each month, enough to bruise but not enough to kill.
Thankfully, some of them learned it was useless, as no one possessed my strength or experience. Most of them were dumb fucks who thought being muscular equaled a winning fight.
Fighting was an art that one had to learn to excel in.
Bratva wasn't answering my calls or requests I had sent in the letters, indicating Vasya was still pissed at me. At some point, he would have to let go and help me through this awful mess. I had no illusions I could get the fuck out of here on my own.
But even that wasn't the depressing thing.
