The way her ass jiggled as I slammed into her from behind. The way her screams echoed off the walls as I made her come again and again. The way she rode my cock like she was born to take it, like she couldn’t get enough.
I stop with my hand on the knob, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth grind.
No. Fuck this. Fuck her.
She was a good lay, the best I’ve ever had, but that’s all she was. A tight hole to sink my dick into for a night. A nameless, faceless fuck that I’ll forget as soon as I walk out this door.
thirteen
Leonid
"Yob tyoyu mat', what did you say Aleksei?” I growl into the phone, my knuckles turning white as I grip the device.
“It’s time you know the truth, Leonid. The truth about your family.”
There’s a pause on the other end, followed by a heavy sigh.
“What truth?” I snap, my patience wearing thin. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Andrei… I mean, your father…he…” Aleksei hesitates, his voice strained. “He hadtwosons.”
Papa hadtwosons?
Aleksei clears his throat, a nervous cough crackling through the phone. “You… You have a brother, Leonid. Atwinbrother.”
I feel like the world has tilted on its axis. A brother? A fucking twin? How is this even possible?
“Where… Where has he been all this time?” I manage to choke out, my mind racing with a million questions.
“Hidden,” Aleksei replies cryptically. “Andrei, he… He had his reasons for keeping you apart. Reasons I’m only now beginning to understand.”
I open my mouth to demand more answers, but Misha’s voice cuts through the chaos in my head.
“We’re here,Pakhan,” he says from the driver’s seat, the car rolling to a stop.
I end the call abruptly, shoving the phone into my pocket. My mind is reeling as I turn to look out the window, trying to understand Aleksei’s revelation.
“Kakogo chyorta…” I curse under my breath, my eyes narrowing as I try to make sense of the sight before me.
The dim streetlights cast an eerie glow over the deserted alleyway, the cold night air biting at my exposed skin. Maksim parks the car, the engine rumbling to a stop.
“Stay put,” I grunt, my breath fogging in the frigid air. “In case this goes sideways.”
Maksim curses under his breath, his eyes fixed on the man leaning against the red sports car. “Da,Pakhan. But be careful. That…sukalooks like trouble.”
I nod, stepping out of the car, my black coat billowing in the wind. I scan the area, my senses on high alert. In the shadows, I spot another figure—a huge, bear-like man watching from a distance. Like a monster lurking in the darkness.
My hand instinctively goes to the gun holstered at my side as I approach the man leaning against the car. He looks exactly like me but rougher around the edges. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his bleach-white hair tied back like some low-life gangster.
I take two quick steps toward him, trying to process what I’m seeing.
It’s like looking into a twisted mirror, my own face staring back at me but distorted. Harder. Colder.
A version of me that’s seen too much, done too much. A sense of unease settles in the pit of my stomach. This man, this stranger with my face… it’s fucking wrong.
It must be some kind of sick joke.
I’ve been thePakhanof the Kuznetsov Bratva, aka “the Ravens,” for four years now, ever since our father, Andrei Kuznetsov, died from a fucking heart attack. And now, out of nowhere, this man appears.
