Stand the fuck down, Yegor.

 

***Yegor***

 

I need to get a few more buddies. The kind they sell at the martial arts store. Punching bags, a sparring partner. A body opponent bag, you know what I mean…a full-sized training manikin with  the upper body shaped like a human, that kinda thing. Well, you can’t tell that about the shit that’s piled up, or better yet, scattered all over the damned floor.

That’s the fucking result of my release. My knuckles are bleeding, my knife is still lodged into the head portion of the dummy, and the gun I’m holding doesn’t contain any more fucking bullets. Oh, yeah…I went all out.

Never in my whole fucking lifetime have I lost it like that. I am always in control, always. Any fucking situation I’m in, facing, or plan, I handle it with nerves of steel. And here comes this woman who can turn steel to liquid.

She’s pushing every one of my buttons to rile me up. I told her I wasn’t going to fuck her. I had to get out of there because I never go back on my fucking word and I almost lost control, almost. Believe me when I say I will fuck her. But not for the reasons she wants to fuck.

That shit is below me. I don’t have a damn conscience, but with this? Taking her  virginity because someone, my own fucking half-brother mind you, wants it for their own fucked up reasons? She needs to shake that shit because it ain’t happening. Fuck no. It needs to be her decision, her longing, her fucking choice. Not a choice she’s driven to.

A gasp from the doorway makes me turn. Ruby is staring at buddy. Well, what’s left of buddy. Tucking my piece into my shoulder holster, I close the distance between us.

“We leave in five minutes. Like I said earlier, pack a bag.” I try to step away before she can respond, but she stops my progress by wrapping her fingers around my wrist.

“You’re hurt.” Her voice wavers.

Glancing down at my bloody knuckles, I shrug. “Realizing shit, until you either see or feel it, doesn’t mean you should fucking do something about it right away.”

Her touch leaves my skin and she glares at me. “Say what you actually meant to say instead of turning that,” She waves at my busted knuckles, “Into something that involves sex, or losing my virginity for that matter. That doesn’t even compare except for the draw blood the first time, or feel good to blow off some build up sexual frustrations from what I’m guessing, or maybe end up sore. Hell, I don’t know, because all I know is what I read or heard about it. Not that I’ve been living underneath a rock or something. Clearly, I’ve gotten off more than once using my own fingers, and…”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. “Stop fucking talking about it. We need to leave; I’ve got shit to handle. We’ll discuss this at a later point in time.”

She’s still glaring at me. “As long as discuss this means you’ll pop my cherry in a few hours.” And would you believe she actually used air quotes with her fingers to mock me? Shit.

A fucking growl rumbles deep in my throat and yet again my feet move automatically to guide me far away from her. I need more bullets for my gun and I need to place an order to get some more buddies I can fucking kill without arguments in my basement.

Finding both options in my office, I place an order while I load my gun. When I’m done, I reach inside my desk and find one of the knives I keep in there. I couldn’t pull the one I’d been carrying out of the dummy’s head. I always keep one on me, even if it’s just a pocket knife I can open in mid-swing before I plunge it in my opponent.

My gaze lands on the pack of smokes. Strangely, I haven’t craved one lately. Ever since Ruby became a part of my life, it’s like I traded one addiction for another. Instead of inhaling smoke with the nicotine that sticks in my lungs, I draw her in. She’s become my compulsion to continue existing. Every damn time my lungs constrict, she’s the sole purpose of my reason to breathe.

“Coming?” Ruby’s sweet voice floats from the doorway.

The answer ‘not in your pussy any time soon’ springs to mind. But I’m already tight as a…fuck…her pussy comes to mind instead of a fucking string, and I really need to fuck her to get this shit over with. I need to focus and I can’t do that with my dick hard as a rock, drawing all the blood from my brain.

My only hope is that she changes her motive to fuck as soon as possible. Or at least sees my damn point of view in all of this. Fucking morals, conscience, or whatever the fucking hell that’s crept its way up my ass.

Strolling over, I point in the direction of the garage. “Let’s go. We’re taking the Mercedes.”

We don’t exchange a single word during the drive to Ford’s mansion. I’m fine with that little fact because I need to get my dick under control. It’s like it doesn’t matter whether she’s sweet, normal, or feisty, one look from her and my whole body is hotwired.

That’s also the reason my hand isn’t on the small of her back when we step inside Ford’s place. I need a little distance. With all the shit going on, I don’t want to leave her side, except here it’s the safest place to do so.

Tarzan comes strolling down the stairs. “Hey, do you wanna workout while the boys wrestle through a meeting?”

Deep breath in, hold it, hold it, hold it. I slowly release it, while my brain goes wild with frustrated sexual thoughts of two women going at it. See? Everything that involves my…fuck…wife, is lighting me up. Even the thought of her sparring with my boss’ wife.

“Good thinking. She can use the release.” I manage to keep the groan inside my chest, while I shoot Ruby a playful wink.

Seeing I’m the one feeling tortured by all of this, I decide to return the favor. Fire shoots out of her eyes, before words wrapped with flames tumble over those plump lips I had wrapped around my cock not too long ago.

“Yes, he’s right. Seeing as my husband doesn’t know how to handle a woman’s need. Consummating a wedding night is foreign to the idiot who tied me down in black and white. So…” Ruby’s gaze shifts to Tarzan. “Care to tie me up with one of your silky ropes and do your worst?”

“Step away from my woman before I throw you out on your ass, bitch.” Ford growls, and my fist connects with his jaw the moment the word bitch left his mouth.

I’m getting ready to block the fucker lashing out when Tarzan’s back is in the way. Her hands are on her hips and she’s laying into  her husband. “That was unnecessary.”

The bosses, funny little detail seeing both Ford and Tarzan are both equally in charge of the Dudnik Circle, are angry. “Ruby was only messing with Yegor. Why don’t you boys go and talk so us girls can do the same?”

“You’re not going to work out together anymore.” Ford growls against Tarzan’s face.

Tarzan shakes her head. “Not your call, boss.” She throws back in a sing song voice.

Stepping around them, I see Ruby glaring at me like all of this is my damn fault. I’m heading in the direction of the meeting room when her voice freezes me mid stride.

“You could have avoided this shit, you know that, right? Instead of pumping in my mouth, you should have aimed a little lower.” Her voice is harsh and loud.

“Holy shit.” Ford grumbles while Tarzan mutters the same words.

Spinning on my heel, I get right in her face, our noses touching. “If you’d asked me to fuck you for any other reason than the wish to no longer be a virgin because my brother wants you for the exact same thing, we would still be at my house with my dick buried deep for the sixth time.”

Ruby gasps, and a flash of guilt and understanding washes over her face. Fuck. I should have kept my big mouth shut.

“Forget what I said,” I grumble and drag a hand through my hair. “I need to talk through some shit with Ford. Wait in my room; I’ll be there within the hour to fuck you. I’ll make sure to ask Tori to get a room ready for you, so you can sleep in there after I pop your cherry. Apparently, you won’t need my services after that. Well, aside from keeping you safe before I take care of my brother.” Without looking back, I stride into the conference room and slam the door shut.

I place my hands on the table to brace myself. My chest is heaving and my blood is pounding in my ears. It’s the loudest damn noise ever. From the corner of my eye, I see the door open. Pushing myself off the table, I cross my arms in front of my chest.

“Stand the fuck down, Yegor.” Ford mutters as he closes the door and flips the lock.

I grab a chair and drag it back before I plant my ass on it. “I don’t know how the hell you handle your wife. Dammit. Ruby is driving me insane.”

“Mind telling me why the fuck you guys are married all of a sudden? And why the hell is there bitching about popping cherries? In. My. Fucking. Foyer. For Christ’s sake.” He sounds as frustrated as I feel.

“It was Pacowho placed the order to have her taken. They wanted her to know he was the one who’d rape and kill her….except…she wasn’t to be touched. You know what that means, right? She’s a virgin. The tradition these guys have leads me to believe he wanted to marry her.” I scrub a hand down my face, suddenly feeling very tired.

“It’s time for that fucking half-brother of yours to stop breathing. That’s the only way to be rid of the stain that’s stamped on your life. Fuck the truce the syndicate made years ago. They should never have done that shit in the first place. Keeping the peace between gangs is a priority, but…” Ford’s voice trails off.

I slam my hand on the table. “Don’t you think I fucking know that? If they hadn’t made the deal, it would have been a fucking bloodbath on both sides.” Unable to keep my cool, I start to pace through the room. “That’s the fucking reason I had the marriage license drawn up. She’s mine now and he needs to respect it or he’ll set off a war his own people won’t support.”

Ford nods. “Yeah, damn smart move on your part. It buys us time to plot his murder.”

“Fuck, yes.” I agree, and that’s the reason we work so damn well together. Always on the same wave length, like we share a brain.

“Any idea’s how you want to handle this?” He folds his hands in front of him.

I know he’s already making plans in his head, but I’ve been at it longer and with Ford asking me first, he’s clearly letting me assume the lead. “We set up a meeting. I need to look the fucker in the eye to make it clear he’s going down.”  

Ford’s mouth flattens to a thin line while he shakes his head. “No. Instead of a meeting, we host a party. Our turf. We feel the fucker out, because I’ve heard they’ve touched base with another Italian gang.”

“Ricca ‘The Fox’ Dantano.” I throw out the name of the head of the gang he’s referring to.

I heard that rumor a while ago too. I’ve avoided my half-brother for years, but I always keep tabs on him. I need to be in the know about what’s going on. You can’t afford to be caught off guard. Not with these guys. Not in my profession…hell, not in my life.

“I’ll make sure to invite that fucker too. I’m in the mood to spice things up.” Ford chuckles.

That thought makes me snort. “Then by all means, invite Peacock. I’m sure he wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Peacock is the leader of another gang. We’re in good standing with this one, a loyal friend and partner when we team up. Occasionally, we have to handle big shit that requires safety in numbers and you always want someone to have your back.

“I’ll get our computer nerds to do another round of full background checks. Because,”

I cut Ford off. “Smart, who knows what changed the last time I checked the fucker. Let them dig into The Fox too. I don’t want any surprises.”

Ford takes out his phone and shoots off a message.

“Right, well…I’ll set another meeting for tomorrow. That will give the triple A nerd team enough time to heat up their computers and give us some intel. Now, I heard you have a wife to…uhmmm, deflower and shit.” Ford’s laughter fills the room and I really should be angry but I can’t help but join in.

Rubbing both of my hands over my face, I mutter, “Fuck, she’s more than a fucking handful. I shouldn’t be having  these damn moral issues. I’ve bathed in blood and somehow I struggle to fuck my own goddamn wife.”

“When it kills you on that level, it only shows how deeply she’s already wormed inside you. Embrace it, sucker. I did.” Ford turns and heads for the door. “Now I’m going to go find my woman. She’s got some punishment coming her way, first my hand on her ass and then she’ll get to deal with my dick.”

Stalking to the door, I follow him to the gym room, because I need to do the same thing.