I’VE UNPACKED, EATEN, SHOWERED, and now I’m in bed reading a new book. Ashley, Inessa, and I went to a book store after we ate lunch, and I grabbed some new reads. A girl can only watch so much television, and Abram doesn’t seem like the type of man to hang out and play board games. I needed something to entertain myself while still under house arrest.
What I should do is decorate this boring apartment, but I’m not sure if I’m allowed to or not. Timofei hasn’t really told me to make this place my own, and I wouldn’t feel comfortable changing anything without talking to him first. Although, I’d actually have to see him to talk to him.
I hear the front door open and close, low male murmurings, and then it opens and closes again. He’s home. I wait, my eyes focused on the closed bedroom door, knowing that he’ll be opening it any second. It seems like a lifetime goes by and the door doesn’t open at all. Then, finally, it does.
“You didn’t see Pavlov today,” he announces as his greeting.
“I needed clothes, and Abram called Ashley and Inessa to help me. There wasn’t time. Abram said Dr. Pavlov has an opening for first thing in the morning,” I quickly explain, not wishing Timofei to be angry with me.
He smiles, and it’s so beautiful that it completely takes my breath away. His beard isn’t as neatly trimmed as it was the day we were married. It’s a little scraggly, but he still looks sexy as hell. I find my fingers are itching to feel his jaw.
“They helped you with clothes, and they were nice?” he asks as he slowly starts to strip off his suit.
I hum my answer, as I nod. My eyes taking in every single move he makes as he takes his jacket off. I watch as he unbuttons his shirt before slipping it down his arms. My breath hitches when he takes his undershirt off, leaving his chest bare and gorgeous for me. “Take your clothes off, devochka,” he rasps.
Setting my book down gently on the ground, I turn back to him and slowly pull my sleep tank over my head, dropping it on the floor next to me. Turning back around, Timofei’s eyes heat as he takes in my bare breasts, but he makes no move to remove his pants. I shimmy out of my shorts and panties, closing my legs and bending my knees slightly to hide myself from his intense gaze.
“Spread your legs and touch yourself for me,” he murmurs.
“Fei,” I breathe.
He tilts his head and waits. I hesitate as I slide my fingers down the center of my chest, my stomach, and then down my slit. “Inside, devochka,” he rasps. “Are you wet for me?”
Dipping two fingers inside of my core, I moan. I am wet for him, so wet and warm. I hear the clinking sound of his belt as my eyes flutter closed, and I continue to pump my fingers in and out of my center. My breathing becomes heavier as I climb closer toward my release, my shyness completely obliterated as I just feel.
My hand is halted and my eyes open when Timofei wraps his fingers around my wrist and gently pulls my fingers from inside of me. He’s on the bed, between my legs, and his cool blue eyes look hungry as he brings my fingers to his mouth. I whimper as he sucks on them, tasting my pussy and swirling his tongue to get every single drop of my arousal from my skin.
“Devochka, you taste so good. Want to know what you taste like?” he asks as he presses the head of his cock against my opening.
I sink my teeth into my lower lip as his hands travel up my back and hold me sitting up, our faces only inches away from each other.
“What, Fei?” I exhale as his lips brush my own.
“You taste like mine,” he grunts as he fills me with one quick thrust.
I wrap my arms around his lower back and hold onto him as his tongue slips inside of my mouth.
One of his hands moves down my back to my hip and he shifts my body, using me to fuck his dick the way he wants it. His thighs flex as he lifts his hips, thrusting hard and fast inside of me. I let my head fall back and just enjoy what he gives me, knowing that Fei will always take care of me.
His lips wrap around my nipple and he sucks hard, causing me to gasp. When he bites down on my already sensitive flesh, my hips buck at the pleasured pain that rolls through me. “Fuck,” he murmurs against my skin as he moves to my other breast, repeating his wonderful assault.
“Fei, you feel…” I trail off as I climb higher, my legs shaky and my nails digging into his flesh.
“I feel?” he asks as his lips travel up my chest to my neck.
“Perfect,” I breathe.
He chuckles and his breath washes over my skin. “Perfect for you, maybe, but not perfect,” he mutters. “Come all over me, Devvy. Make that pussy squeeze me,” he whispers.
“Oh, god,” I cry as I do exactly that.
I come, my pussy clenching around him and trying to hold him inside of me. He doesn’t comply, his hips thrusting and his hands bringing me against him, to impale me on his cock, until he throws back his head and stills with his own climax.
We clean up in silence, and then make our way back to his bed, his mattresses on the floor. Timofei pulls me against his chest, and I press the entire front of my naked body against half of his. I practically purr when he starts playing with my hair.
“Would it be okay if I actually did some decorating to this place, like maybe bought a bed?” I whisper as my eyes start to flutter closed.
“Fuck no,” he grunts. I lift my head in surprise. Timofei cups my cheek and runs his thumb along my bottom lip before he speaks again. “You’re going to call Inessa and get listings. You’re going to find your dream house and I’ll buy it for you. That’s what you’re going to do. Fuck this apartment.”
“Fei,” I whisper.
“We can’t raise a baby here, devochka. And besides that, this is not fitting for my queen,” he murmurs as his lips touch mine in a gentle kiss.
The words I love you, are on the tip of my tongue, but I hold them back. I don’t want him to think that the way I feel for him is because he’s buying me a house. I feel this way because he’s Fei, and he wants to give me things that he thinks I deserve. What he doesn’t realize is that he already has given me everything I need.
Every time he looks at me, every time he smiles at me and tenderly touches me, as though I may disappear right in front of his eyes, that is why I love him. Along with the fact that I’ve never felt more beautiful or more cherished than I do in his arms.
“Call Inessa after you visit with Dr. Pavlov tomorrow, Devvy,” he murmurs and begins to stroke my hair again. I lay my head against his chest.
“Okay, Fei,” I whisper as a smile plays on my lips.
I fall asleep pressed against his warm body, feeling that finally, finally I’m happy. The hope I hoped, then scolded myself for, then hoped again, it’s all come to fruition. I’ve fallen in love with my husband. I didn’t think it was possible, but I have.
Leaving Devyn with a list of needs in a new home, I decide to head out for the day. I need to check on the shipment and make sure the correct crews get their merchandise. Until I can trust everyone, I need to micromanage every aspect of my father’s old operation. I also have to go through his personal belongings and toss out what I don’t want or need. Then the house has to go.
“You doing okay there, boss?” one of the men asks, taking me out of my thoughts. I nod.
It takes most of the day to ensure that each crew gets their allotted amount of guns and dope. Some take more of one than the other, depending on their ability to quickly push each item.
When the truck is empty, I close the warehouse, and am surprised to see one of the Brigadier’s holding back, waiting for me. Its unusual for him to even be here, as he’s the Brigadier for our stable of whores.
“Moriz? Is there a problem?”
“It’s the Irish,” he says. My eyes widen before I knit my eyebrows in confusion. “I know that their princess is your wife, but I can’t keep letting them fuck the girls for free. Some of them are rough, and then the girls can’t work for a few days. I can’t make money, they can’t make money, and you won’t make any money,” he explains.
“Wait a minute. What do you mean they fuck our girls for free?” I ask, holding my hand up.
It’s his turn to look at me with confusion. “Pasha, he said whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. The high-ranking Irish have first dibs on my girls,” he murmurs.
“The fuck they do,” I growl. “Goddamn Pasha and his fucking bullshit.”
“No more, Moriz. I’m taking care of this right now,” I announce as I lift my chin to Konstantin. He is standing a few feet away and on his phone.
“Boss?” Moriz calls out. I pause and turn to face him. “I knew it wasn’t right, even our men pay for the girls. They’re whores, but they’re not slaves. I didn’t agree with Pasha, but he was the boss,” he shrugs.
“Thanks for letting me know. Anything else like that, I want to know about. You can spread that around, yeah?”
He nods with wide eyes, “Yeah, boss.”
I whistle to Konstantin; whose head snaps up as I jut my chin toward the car. Without delay, he starts making his way toward me. I don’t bother asking him to drive. I’m going to explain everything on the way, but I don’t want to stop to tell him where to go. He looks at me with even more confusion as I slide into the driver’s seat of the car.
Once he’s inside, I start the engine and take off before I explain to him what Moriz told me. His eyes sharpen and he turns to me with a look of disgust on his face. “You have got to be kidding?” he murmurs. “I had no clue, Timofei.”
“I figured you didn’t, or you’d tell me. We’ve all sampled the whores, this has nothing to do with the fact that they want to fuck. But to fuck for free and abuse our girls? I don’t think so,” I grind out.
“Pasha gave permission for this?” Konstantin asks, still a little confused about the whole situation.
“Apparently. We’re about to find out for sure,” I growl as I pick up my phone and call Yakov. I don’t trust my own men yet, so I’m wary about calling them as back up. Yakov, I trust.
“Your wife and Inessa have dragged Ashley house hunting. I’m sure I’ll be looking for homes again soon,” Yakov laughs.
“Pasha gave permission to the higher-ranking Irish to fuck our whores for free. Moriz just informed me. Says they’ve been abusing the women and putting them out of work, sometimes for days,” I announce, ignoring his greeting concerning our women.
“You’re kidding, right? Pasha was the one who always told me never to give it away for free unless it was a bonus for an associate, never regularly,” he mutters. I hear rustling.
“Meet me at Patrick O’Neil’s home. We’re going to find out the goddamn truth, right fucking now,” I growl.
“Dominik and I will be there in a few minutes,” he announces.
It doesn’t take us long to arrive in front of Patrick O’Neil’s home. The gate keeps us from entering, but I’m not about to ring the call box until Dominik and Yakov are at my back. Once I see the black car in my rearview, I pull up to the gate and hit the call button.
“Timofei Vetrov for Patrick O’Neil,” I state. The gate opens immediately.
Yakov and Dominik follow closely behind me and slip in before the gate closes. Konstantin and I exit the vehicle after I park and wait for the other men. The four of us walk up the stairs to the O’Neil home. The front door opens and Patrick himself is standing on the other side with a shit eating grin.
“There’s my new son-in-law, the Pakhan of Brighton Beach,” he announces, his voice booming through the home.
“May we talk in your office?” I ask, not returning his jovial attitude.
He lifts his chin and walks toward his office, four men walking behind him. Three look a lot like my Devyn, dark hair and light eyes, their builds taller than she is, but not as tall as me. The fourth man has light brown hair and dark eyes. He’s also looking at me as though he wants to kill me. Interesting. I wonder if he’s the boy Devyn lost her virginity to.
“What’s crawled up your ass now, Vetrov? Here to make another deal?” Patrick grins.
He doesn’t know that I only renegotiated Devyn’s contract to get his help. To use him. I had zero intention of allowing his fucking stupid as shit terms to come to fruition. He’s about to find out, though.
Clearing my throat, I stand in front of his desk, placing my hands on the edge and leaning over it slightly. “I am not my father,” I state. He jerks his head. “I will not allow you to abuse our whores, you or your men. Nobody fucks for free, O’Neil. Whatever under the table, good ‘ol boy handshake deals you had with Pasha are now null and void. If your men want a whore, they’ll pay for one like everybody else.”
Patrick’s eyes widen and he masks his surprise quickly as he leans back in his chair.
“You hear that boys? No more whores,” Patrick states, his eyes never leaving mine. “Anything else?” he smirks. I open my mouth to say something, but the light brown haired guy speaks before me.
“Patrick, when are you going to get Devyn back? This is enough. He has some rank now, but he’s not good enough for an O’Neil,” he murmurs.
“Good enough?” I ask with a wink. “I’m not good enough. Let me guess, you are?” I ask.
“Damn right, I am,” he barks.
“You’re the one who took her virginity then?” I ask. I hear my men grumble beneath their breaths behind me. The man has the good sense to look surprised that I know such a thing. “Did you think I wouldn’t know my wife wasn’t pure?” I ask, tipping my head to the side, moving my eyes to Patrick who also has the good sense to look angry.
“My Devyn would never,” he grates as he slams his hands down on his desk in anger.
“She would, and she did. With your man, here. Prom night, if I’m not mistaken,” I grin. The man chokes and coughs as he tries to take a step back.
One of Devyn’s brothers reaches an arm out and grabs the light-haired man by the shirt before he reaches back and punches him in the face. “You fucked my sister? You knew she was promised to someone else and you fucked her anyway? You piece of shit,” he screams as he starts to pummel the guy.
“Take it out of my office,” Patrick waves off. The two men fight their way out of the office, and I turn back to Patrick.
“According to the contract, it’s now null and void, is it not?” I ask with a grin.
I hear Konstantin growl behind me, assuredly not liking my words or where he thinks my mind is going.
“What do you want? Bring her back today and she’s out of your hair. We’ll get the marriage annulled through the church and everything. Contract will be torn up,” he grunts.
“Oh, the contract will be torn up, but I’m not giving up Devyn. She’s my wife. Pure or not, I’m keeping her,” I announce. I hear Yakov laugh softly behind me. “Your three-month pregnancy stipulation is through. There is no more contract.”
“Fine,” O’Neil grunts. “Keep the whore.”
“See you at dinner tonight, then,” I laugh as I turn to walk out of the door.
“I don’t want that filthy whore in my home,” Patrick calls out.
Turning around, I face the angry piece of shit. “I’d rather fuck Konstantin over here than step foot in your home again. But the fact is, Devyn misses her siblings, and to a degree, I’m sure she misses you. We’re also still very much connected and allies. We will see you for dinner.”
I leave Patrick with his mouth opening and closing like a fucking fish searching for air, and make my way out of his home, my men at my back. I ignore the fight that is still in progress as I walk outside and toward my car.
“All that shit true? She was supposed to be a virgin?” Yakov asks.
“Yeah, she was. I never gave a fuck. That was all her father and mine that drew that shitty contract,” I say.
Yakov looks from Dominik to Konstantin and back to me. “You would have married her with no contract, Timofei. The second you saw her all grown up, you would have leapt down that aisle,” he states. “Just like Dominik and me would have done the same if our women were contracted to us.”
“Fuck yeah, I would,” I grunt.
Yakov smiles widely. “I’m glad you found who you needed, Vetrov. Ashley says she’s lovely and sweet. She also says that she’s vulnerable and needs tender care,” he murmurs, as though saying such gentle words is tough for him. I know he’s an absolute pussy for his Ashley.
“She does,” I nod in agreement.
“Glad you already see it. Dinner Tuesday night? I want to hear about this dinner,” he grins as he slaps me on the back. “The Oleandr, seven.”
“Sounds good,” I state.
The four of us return to our cars. This time, I allow Konstantin to drive, and we head back to work. Our day isn’t over yet. We’re going to make the rounds and randomly check up on each of the crews. I plan on being much more hands-on than my father was.
I’m the king, yeah, the Pakhan, but I’m not above getting my hands dirty and getting to know my own men. Somewhere along the way, my father lost sight of all of that part of the job. I don’t ever plan on being like him—not even a goddamn ounce.