Chapter 3
Anton
“You spoke to her?” I ask Pollie who’s sitting down with Death next to her, watching her every move like the stalker freak he is.
Pollie nods her head, a soft smile touching her lips.
“She seems lovely. You sure she’s the right one for you?” Pollie asks.
Is she serious?
“She isn’t anything for me but a fuck… one I want again and again.”
“If that’s what you say, but tell me, Anton, how many times do you go back to a woman once they’ve visited your bed?” she asks, reaching for her drink and placing it to her lips.
Shaking my head, I ignore her smart remark. It can’t be that she fucked as good as she moved. No, it can’t be! So what is it I like about her so much that she plays tricks with my fucking mind?
Kazier, Viktor, and their wives all walk in at the same time. Everyone dressed and ready to celebrate Kazier’s birthday. Kazier’s request, of course.
“When are we seeing your new girlfriend again, Anton?” Freya asks with a bounce in her step and a smile on her face.
“I don’t have a girlfriend, I’m a free man with a free cock.”
Freya’s eyes roll as my hand touches my junk, lifting it and puckering my lips at her.
“Lord, I cannot wait till you’re tied down. I wonder how your cock-talk will work then?” She laughs.
Does she really think I’d stop talking about my man downstairs? He’s my own holy grail. He’s the only one I pray to.
“Fuck, enough about his cock, I hear about it enough as it is.” Viktor takes Freya’s hand and walks to the door.
“Happy Birthday, Kazier.” Pollie has a silver present with a big blue bow in her hands as she reaches for Kazier. Elina leans in for a hug and talks about some shit which I pay absolutely no attention to as I walk outside to see Viktor. He has Freya pushed up against the car, and I can hear her giggling as I step outside.
“Come the fuck on,” I say, slapping his back. Viktor doesn’t move but groans against her. Just as I’m about to fuck with him even more, Kazier walks out, his cell attached to his ear, along with Death walking beside him. Viktor moves now, pulling Freya up with him then kisses her nose as she steps off to walk back inside.
We all get in, Viktor taking the wheel and he starts to drive. Waiting for Kazier to get off the phone, Viktor drives with only one direction in mind.
“Her cousins,” Kazier says, hanging up the phone. He’s talking about Elina.
“They decided it would be a smart move to rob one of our businesses, they didn’t expect some of our men there, though. To which, we now have them in the freezer.”
I laugh, and I’m the only one that does as he tells us the story. Young fucks is all they are, wanting to show some independence. We’ve all done it. I did it more than once. But the thing is, I liked it.
Kazier switches back to his phone as we come to a stop in front of a small bar we own. I take off straight inside. I don’t want to be dicked around, I want to get fucking drunk and fuck my way into tomorrow. The men nod when I enter, and one points to the back room where the freezer is located. Pulling the door open, I’m faced with three teenagers—literally teenagers. Little fucking punks need a sharp slap across the back of the head.
“Get the fuck up.” My voice is harsh and they listen, shaking as they do, freezing from the cold and the fright. “Who wants to lose a finger first?”
They all look to each other as I pull the knife out from my pocket and move it between each finger, watching as it slides effortlessly. When I look back up, they’re all looking at each other, unsure of who to offer up. “I’m going to count to three, then I choose whose finger goes home with me tonight. Do we understand?”
They all nod their heads.
“One… two…” My words are stopped as one screams out a name, pushing his leader to the front, so he’s near me.
“It was his idea.”
Shaking my head, I grab the kid by his ear.
“Anton… playing nice I hope.” Viktor walks in, looking at each kid then to the one in my hands.
“Do you think I would ever rat out our leader?” I ask Viktor and he shakes his head.
“You would rather die.”
Viktor tells the truth, it’s all we know. It’s how we’re raised. He comes before us, even in death. Looking back to the two punks that kicked their leader to me, I hold the knife up, pointing to them. All of their eyes go wide. Stepping closer to the kid that ratted out his leader, I reach for his hand, lifting it then sliding my knife effortlessly across his pinky finger, his screams fill the air as it drops to the ground.
“He needs to cut you from his crew, or whatever you young fuckers call it. What do they call it these days, Viktor?” I scratch my head, stepping back, leaving the kid on the floor crying.
“Anton, come the fuck on. We have somewhere to be. He said not to kill them, just teach them a lesson, and you’ve done that.”
“Oh, yeah… so you two…” I say, looking back to them, “… would never make it. Ever. If I see you again, a finger will be the least of your concerns. Next time it will be all of your heads.”
All eyes are on the kid trying to not scream out from the pain, their lips blue from the cold.
“Now fuck off so I can go and get laid.”
They all nod their heads eagerly then hurry past as we make way for them to leave.
Walking back out, Kazier and Death remained in the car.
“Lazy fuckers, you could have gotten out,” I say, directing my rant mainly at Death. He returns my stare but doesn’t say a word.
“The girls are already there. I have to stop at the house.” Kazier shakes his head, he hasn’t been back there since his father was killed. He seems to avoid the place whenever it comes up in conversation.
Viktor drives straight there, knowing where he wants to go without saying a word. Checking my phone, I have several missed calls and messages from women I’ve fucked, wanting to meet up again.
Most of the time I don’t give them my number—Viktor hands them my number in secret to piss me off.
The last time we were here, we had to clean up the mess Freya left. Now we’re back because company has arrived.
The door is open and the lights are on when we pull up. Kazier looks back to me then back to the door as Viktor beeps the horn loudly.
Nothing happens.
No one comes out, and I’m left wondering what the fuck we’re doing. I could be potentially chasing a piece of ass right now.
“Get out, Anton,” Kazier says as he steps out of the car. Looking back to me, he waits until I walk around to his side.
“What the fuck! Why am I the only one getting out? I cleaned up the mess in this house.”
Kazier shakes his head then looks back to the steps.
“Because it’s your fucking sister.”
“Oh fuck!”
Trouble. Trouble is all that little shit has been.
“Yeah, oh fuck! Go and sort her out before I have to.”
Walking up the stairs and entering the house—the same one Freya killed Kazier’s father and evil stepmother in—I hear music softly floating out from my left, so I turn to follow the sound. The sitting room is in darkness, but I know someone is in here because I can hear whispers drifting over the music.
Flicking the light on, my eyes are scalded, burned I tell you.
My sister is naked. Butt-ass naked, sitting on a guy and riding his cock, or maybe she’s pretending to be a cowboy. Yep, that sounds more feasible. She doesn’t stop, she just turns her head to look at me, then scowls. The guy, on the other hand, starts moving away and she tries to hold him still with her hands.
“Alyona, why the fuck are you in this house?” My hands cross over my chest as she’s shoved to the side of the couch. She drops heavily to the floor where I can no longer see her, as the guy that was under her stands up. He looks to me with eyes wide then ducks down reaching for his clothes.
“You don’t have to go.”
He stands looking from her to me then decides to leave anyway. His head is down as he passes me.
“Yo.” He jumps, and I laugh as he runs to the door.
“You’re such an ass,” she grumbles while standing and putting the rest of her clothes on.
Alyona is the ripe old age of fucking eighteen. Boarding school finished, so now she’s home to make my life a living hell.
“You’re fucking on the boss’ couch. Seriously Alyona, at least take your… whatever he is, to a motel.”
She shakes her head. “I found the keys,” Alonya says. She’s fully dressed now and smiling at me.
“You can tell that to the boss.”
She looks past me then out the door. “You’re all here, aren’t you?” Her eyes roll, and she walks past me to the door. I follow her, shutting the door and locking it behind us as we step outside. All three boys are standing against the car talking, and they all look up when we come out.
“Seriously, why not just one?” She walks past the guys and straight to the car, pulling the door open with all her might as she gets in and then slams it shut.
They all look up at me for an explanation, but I don’t have one to give.
I have fuck-all really.
“Is she even old enough to go to the club?” Viktor asks, looking through the window at her.
I forgot they haven’t seen her since she was thirteen. But now she’s back, and annoying as all hell.
“I’m old enough. Plus, you owe me, you just lost me a really good lay. You’re taking me with you.”
“Fuck, she even sounds like you,” Viktor says while shaking his head.
“Fuck off, she’s damn irritating,” I reply.
“And you aren’t?” Death chimes in, raising his eyebrow at me.
Kazier looks to me, shrugs his shoulders, then that’s the end of that.
Alyona sits in the middle between Death and me, typing away furiously on her cell as we make our way to the club. She doesn’t say much, and neither does anyone else, as we pull up. That is until she gets out.
“So… you can get me drinks without being carded, right?” she asks Kazier, as she pulls her hair free from her ponytail and shakes it out.
“You’re only allowed vodka, you know this,” I say, walking past her, and straight past the line-up of people waiting out front.
Alyona catches up to me. “You know you don’t have to play the big brother macho role, I’ve been fine without one for many years.”
“Shut the fuck up and don’t piss me off.”
She flips me the bird as she walks in, and that’s when I look around and stop. My hands rub together and a smile so vast forms on my lips.
She’s here.
Then I turn to see my sister watching me. Her eyes have followed where I was looking, and now she’s making her way over to Jade aka Samara.
Fuck my life.