A pretty bunch of cunts.

 

***Yegor***

 

After lingering in bed for another two hours, we shower and dress. I couldn’t resist sliding back inside her, so I took her against the tiled shower wall. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. For now though, we need to get some shit done. I’ve already filled her in on what was decided late last night.

It seems that information is still processing in her head when she grabs her jacket and asks, “So, it’s really happening?”

I can’t help but fucking smile. “Yes, Ruby. I’m going to walk right into his office and put a bullet right between his eyes.”

“Wow.” She breathes in admiration.

I’m so damn proud to call her my wife. I’m also proud to be a part of the Dudnik Circle. My bosses don’t just back me up, no…they make shit happen the way I like it to be played out. It’s not normally like that, but in this case…Ford went out of his way to get this done.

This is not only business, it’s personal. For me anyway, and also for my bosses. I know Ruby was with the girls and only one boss was present, but I knew Tarzan wasn’t going to keep the information from her.

It didn’t really matter, because I already made up my mind to keep Ruby  informed about every little detail. She’s proven herself plenty of times that she can keep it together and most of all, she can handle herself when shit hits the fan.

Doesn’t mean I didn’t catch the hint of disappointment in her eyes when I told her I needed to do it alone. It was there before she blinked it away, giving me a curt nod in agreement, adding that she understood because it was my half-brother. Then she went and tossed in that it was also my job as a husband to handle those things. Fuck. Like I said, damn proud.

“Seven more days. He gets to enjoy just seven more days on earth before his time is up.” Ruby says.

Diminishing the distance between us, I take her face in my hands. “Seven days. We need time to set things up. I can’t just walk in there, kill the fucker and walk back out. The path has to be cleared first so I can return safely back to you.”

“That’s more important.” She whispers, while her gaze is locked on my mouth. “I can’t imagine my life without you anymore, so you better get back to me safe and sound.”

“I intend to, Ruby. I love you too much to stop breathing.”

“Wow.” She breathes again, but this time with a whole different kind of admiration.

Leaning in, I’m a hair away from devouring her mouth before she flips the intense words back at me. “I love you so freaking much, Studly.”

Her hands roam my chest and dig into the fabric of my shirt to draw me closer while my tongue fucks her mouth.

With great reluctance, I pull back. “That’s it for now, Ruby. Either that or I’ll bend you over the bed and fuck your ass right now.”

I can tell by the look in her eyes that she’s about to step toward the damn bed. “Not happening, Ruby. You already arranged for the girls to meet at our place to work out, so I can dive into the file that’s in my office, along with the blueprints of the house that our computer team sent over.”

“Shit.” Ruby stomps her foot. “Almost forgot. Well, Tarzan has a key, and I bet she’s already at the house setting things up. Karma and Andy will be there in about,” She checks her watch. “Twenty minutes or so. So, that leaves…”

“No.” I growl and cross the room to grab my bag. “We’re leaving now, because I’m not ready to start having quickies with you. That shit will be saved for the second we have kids and actually need to speed things up. Until then I’ll take my time worshipping that pussy, mouth, ass, and tits.”

“Alrighty then. Well…I can work with frustration, you know. I can just take it all out on Tarzan, hit her hard and...”

“Gorgeous?” I wait for her gaze to connect with mine. “Don’t share what you’ll be doing with my boss, because both of my heads can’t deal with it. The top one can’t process the fact that you guys are kicking each other’s ass, and the head between my legs can only process the part where the two of you get it on. Hot and sweaty, grunting, yeah…believe me, not something I want to deal with.”

Her lips purse before she nods in understanding. “Got it.” She beams a smile right at me. “Hot and sweaty with your boss.”

She’s fucking lucky she has good reflexes, because I was going to smack that tight little ass of hers.

“No, no…we don’t have time for it, remember? We need to get home and….hot and sweaty.” She throws over her shoulder while she leaves the room.

Fucking tease.

When we finally drive through the gate of our mansion, I don’t see any of the girls’ cars. “You sure about them coming over?”

I glance to my right to see Ruby has her thumbs dancing across her iPhone. “Yeah, I told them to park out back. Tarzan’s been doing that ever since I moved in here.”

“Why?” I ask, confused, because I always park in front of my house, or use the tiny garage on the right. I had that built two years ago because I needed more space, and yes…I’m lazy.

Her gaze flicks away from her phone. “Because, silly you have a monstrous garage back there. Plus, it connects with the gym across a tiny hallway. It’s just easier that way. Why do you ask? Are you worried she’s gonna scratch your cars or something?”

It seems we both have a thing for keeping it simple and easy. “Nah, I never use that garage unless I’m unleashing one of my beasts.”

“Hmmm.” Ruby hums. “When you say it like that, the first thing that pops in my mind is your dick, or your tongue, or maybe even your fingers…but not one of your flashy sport cars.”

“I created a horny monster.” I mutter, absolutely content by the way she has no shame in voicing her desires.

We both slide out of the car, and I grab my bag that was in the front next to Ruby’s feet and lock the car. We make our way toward the door. Hell yes, I parked out front. Didn’t even put it in the garage. I mentioned I’m lazy, right?

I slide my bag off my shoulder, grab the blueprints that are stashed in a tube, and throw the bag near the stairs.

“You know where to find me.” I tell her and plant a kiss on those lovely lips that belong to me.

Ruby grabs my shirt, preventing me from slipping away, so she can steal another kiss. “Right back at ya. I’m gonna go kick some ass.”

“Have fun with the girls, gorgeous.” I take a step in the direction of my office before I add over my shoulder, “Oh, and Ford told me he’d come by later with Afon and Peacock.”

Ruby’s eyes are fixed on her iPhone screen. “I know, Tarzan just told me.” She holds up her phone. “Andy said Ricca will be here later too.”

Nodding, I cross the foyer and head for my office. I need some time to review the blueprints of Paco’s house. There’s enough time to go through it before the day comes when I get to walk in and kill the fucker, but I like to be prepared.

I like to know the inside and outside of a house, building, boat, whatever it might be, before I go in. That way in case something happens, I know every exit there is and not get lost in the process. We discussed the seven-day timeline last night. That leaves enough time to plan correctly. At this moment, there are four people placed strategically around Paco’s house. We need to know his routine, and how many men he has stationed inside and outside the house.

We also need to know how many people work for him, what his staff’s like, when they pick up the garbage, and when the mailman drops by. That kind of shit. It’s easy to walk in, kill everyone on sight, and stroll right out. But it does get a little messy. This way, we’ll know the perfect time and maybe find an open window of opportunity.

After examining the blueprints for over an hour, I can literally close my eyes and mentally walk through the house. If everything goes right, I can be in and out of his mansion in less than three minutes. It only takes a steady breath to pull the trigger, so make it five and I’m in my car heading home.

Peacock suggested we use three of his men. He’s got the best hitman on his payroll, so we’d be a fool not to use them. Ricca offered to have twelve of his men in three cars nearby and another fifty on standby. Add in our gang, which is double the size of their organizations, and you might say we’re well prepared.

Okay, one more time. I lift my hand up to rub my neck, and damn…I’ve been bent over this desk for too long. Maybe I need to check up on my wife and her friends, get a little workout in to stretch out some of those muscles, because…

“Well, well, well…not much of a security system there, brother. I bypassed that one without even making an effort. You should get yourself a dog.” Paco’s voice has my head jerking up. My gun is half raised when he clicks his tongue.

“No, no, put it down. I don’t want to take you out right now. That would take away the fun I’ve got planned. Marco, would you be so kind to hold my brother at gunpoint so I can tell him a little story?”

Three men step up from behind Paco. One guy, who must be Marco, points his gun right at me. Paco glances over his guys and tucks away his gun.

Smoothing his hands over his gray suit, he takes a seat on the opposite side of my desk. “Right. I figured we could use a little bonding time.”

My head is jumping from one thought to the other. Calculating every risk, every possibility to nail him and his guys. I hope to fuck he doesn’t know the girls are here. Or maybe the girls spotted Paco and plan to take action or some shit.

“But first…” Paco’s head turns toward the door.

Fuck. In strolls Tarzan, Karma, Ruby, and Andy. And they look pissed as hell, all four with their arms crossed in front of their chests. Three more guys follow after them, each with their guns drawn.

“There they are. Ain’t you a pretty bunch of cunts?” Paco sneers.

Tarzan raises her hand, examines her nails, and rubs them on her sports bra as if she’s polishing them out of utter boredom. I’m surprised they are all walking in here without a fuss, because my boss, Tarzan, can take three guys at once. And yes, with weapons drawn.

She’s been training Ruby so she can handle herself and then add Karma, who’s a hitman. Andy? I don’t know her well, but from what her brother mentioned last night, I’m sure she can hold her ground. It doesn’t make a lick of sense.

“Ah, that reminds me. The little fuck hole I was with last night? You might want to drag her body out of the pond next to Ford’s house. I snapped her neck on the way out. She was annoying the hell out of me. Besides, I had business to handle.” Paco leans forward and rips away the blueprint on my desk. “Ah, seems we were doing the same things. Only you’re a little slow, brother. It might be because you’re getting old.”

Karma’s phone starts to ring.

“Turn it off.” Paco snaps.

Karma shakes her head. “No can do. I’m pregnant and my husband told me to meet him for lunch. He’s expecting me in twenty minutes. He always calls so he can order for me ahead of time. Now, I can either answer the call to tell him I’m running late, or ignore it and get him angry enough to come and get me. He loves to spank my ass to remind me that I need to pick up my phone when he calls.”

Paco starts to bark out his words. “I want two guns aimed at her head. Answer the phone, puttana. But one wrong word…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Karma waves her hand dismissively and answers her phone. “Hey little dove….No, I can’t make it. I’ll be…six..ty minutes…yes that’s one, dove, one hour. Yes, I’m hungry. You know how I love to…eat. Bye, bye.” Karma holds up her phone. “There, happy now?”

Good fucking girl. Six and one. Seven fucking intruders. And for her to call her man dove? I bet he’s going to spank her ass for calling her man a flying rat while his nickname is Peacock.

For an outsider, it might seem I’m alone in this fucked-up circumstances. Yet I’m standing here with my boss and three other trained individuals. It’s still five against seven, with  weapons pointed at us, but for real…to me that’s not an end of the world situation. It’s one that has possibilities. Besides, I never give up. Not until death prevents me from doing so.