Russian Roulette (Russkaya Mafiya) (70 page)

He copies me, sucking the fingers that he had inside me, he loves the pleasure as he flexes his thighs tightly with each pass of my tongue over his tip.

“Enough, pixie, I need to have you,” he grumbles impatiently.

“You have me already.”

“I want your sweetness; I’m ready to burst already. Get up here.”

Grasping my hand, he gently helps me to my feet, then walks backward, pulling me along until he hits the oversized bed.

“Lie down, sexy man,” I order and he flashes his brilliant smile.

“As you wish.” He winks and lies back across the comfy pillow top mattress.

Quickly I follow, climbing over him until I’m straddling his length. He wastes no time, lining himself up with my center and thrusting upwards powerfully while pulling me downward by gripping my shoulders.

“You feel so damn good, Bina,”

“Yesss!” I call out, raking my fingers over his chest.

I lean forward, holding his shoulders as I move my hips, twisting them from side to side, bringing us both enjoyment. Being with him is mesmerizing—his body and scent draw me in, making me feel as if I can never have enough of him.

Nikoli’s right, riding him while witnessing that ring resting on my finger is sexy as hell. The simple fact of knowing that not only am I his, but that he belongs to me as well is simply enthralling on its own.

He tastes my nipples, taking turns between them, and I ride him harder, making him whisper my name in a quiet chant, begging me to go slower so he doesn’t come already. When I don’t comply, he transfers me over to my side so he can enter me from behind and be more in control of our movements.

He reaches a new place and it feels as if I could shoot off like a cannon. I whimper quietly as he murmurs in Russian about his love for me next to my ear, his breath trembling over my neck.

“You complete me, Nikoli. All these years you’ve been my best friend and now I finally get to have the rest of you. I think I’ve always been in love with you. I knew you were the one I wanted, and now I’m lucky enough to be with you like this, soon to be your wife.”

“Yes, my wife,” he replies as he reaches around to play with my clit while plunging deeply inside my core.

I try to fight it off, to delay it longer, but I can’t stop myself as the delicious warm feelings of ecstasy and his love envelope me, making me soar through my climax.

Clutching me tightly against his body, he holds me in a strong grip, grinding into me and professes his commitment to me as he finishes himself.

I could die a happy person now, knowing how he really feels about me and knowing that even after weeks of believing that I was going to die, that I get a real chance at living. A fresh start at a life spent with him and our wonderful family of friends. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

I remain lying on my side in the bed, unmoving, being a total lush after he’s done. I’m exhausted and after such close, tender moments spent with him, I just want him to tuck me near him again and fall asleep in his heat.

“I may clean you?” he asks shyly and I giggle.

“Of course, Blondie; you may do as you wish, my love.”

He leaves the bed briefly, returning with a warm, wet cloth which he uses to gently clean me up.

“I’m on no birth control, Nikoli. Not for weeks now.”

“Good, little one.” He grunts and that’s all I need to know about his feelings on having children with me. There isn’t a superior man I could want to raise children with.

“Elaina said her and Viktor would like for us to build a house here, on their land.”

“That’s very generous, have you thought of it?”

“Da, it would make me content.”

“Then I’ll get it set up. Would you mind if Na-na lives with us? I need to see if Tate will move out here closer as well. He’s still my Boss and I’m with him a lot, you know this.”

“Yes and I would love to have her. I can’t wait to tell Elaina. Thank you!”

“It is nothing.”

“I have money in my account still from my trust fund. I didn’t spend a lot of it when I was at school.”

“I don’t need your money; it is yours to do with what you wish.”

“It’s our money, Nikoli.”

“Nyet.”

“Stubborn Russian.”

He shrugs. “I am. Use it on new clothes or something.”

I’m not blowing a million dollars on new clothes; he’s nuts.

“I’ll use it to help the women you find. If they need a home or something, I’ll use it on that.”

“If that will make you happy, Bina, then it’s a great idea.”

“It will. Those women are going to need all the assistance they can get. You don’t know what it’s like being trapped in there, caged up like an animal. I heard your sister crying last night and talking in her sleep; these things don’t just disappear.”

“Shhh, okay, I don’t want you working yourself up. I want you to get some good sleep. I’ll check on Vishna when I shower downstairs in a few minutes also.”

“You’re not staying in bed?”

“No, pixie, I have to go back to Viktor’s to help out with everything. I’ll send Lev to sit outside, da?”

“Da. I love you.”

“And I love you.” He kisses me sweetly on the tip of my nose, then grabs a new set of clothes and heads downstairs.

SEVENTEEN

NIKOLI

I arrive back to Viktor’s cabin and find the guys in
his office, watching a large screen, full of guys clad in tactical gear running through what appears to be Perfectcore. “Hey, what’s happening?”

Tate glances over, as I take a seat in the extra kitchen chair they must have brought in for this occasion. “We’ve been watching them take control of Perfectcore.”

“When did they start?”

“About twenty minutes after you left, you know time difference and all. They wanted to get in before daybreak.”

I nod, understanding the importance of being discreet, especially with something so sensitive.

Viktor shifts, taking a gulp from his tumbler of vodka. “So far it’s gone well; they’ve secured three guards and have eliminated seven.”
I could go for a liter of vodka talking about this.

Paying special attention to Beau’s reaction, I’m curious about him being on the opposite side of the law as we are. Surprisingly, he doesn’t even flinch as we discuss it like it was what we ate for breakfast.

“Did they find the girls yet?”

“That’s the problem right now. Someone must have been watching—I’m assuming remotely—and locked level seven down. The men have to get through the concrete barriers without damaging the rest of the building too much. I’m hoping there isn’t anyone on that floor with the women, planning to kill them while they’re locked down. At this rate though, nothing would really surprise me. These people are obviously sick.”

Drawing in a deep breath at his words, that notion brings a pang to my stomach. I can’t help imagining it if my sister were still up there and being killed as she was trying to be rescued. Those innocent, broken women don’t deserve to meet an end like that. They deserve a chance to live.

God, I hope we’re able to get through it quickly. Leaning back in my chair, I settle in and watch along with the others as the leader of the group wears a small camera for us to witness everything ourselves. I wish I could help, but at the same time I’m thankful that I’m not having to experience it in person. I would probably lose my shit knowing Bina was there.

And that’s how the evening plays out; for hours we sit, quietly taking in everything. The guys attempt different ways to get through the thick concrete, but eventually it takes a small bomb and heavy drilling equipment to make an entry large enough for the men to squeeze through. I can see exhaustion in their faces, having been flown in from Russia to be straight on a job requiring intense concentration and expertise. They’re being shot at, killing others, looking for tools they didn’t know they’d need and drilling for hours, only to uncover a horrifying sight ahead of them.

They get through the wall to find three guards in the hallways with their brains blown out all over the place. No doubt they were instructed to kill themselves so they couldn’t be captured and be made to talk, and then there was the decaying bodies they discovered. I couldn’t even smell it, but I still puked several times from the sight.

It looks like the bodies had been left there, no one wanting to clean up the mess. The men kept walking and gagging, stopping to puke multiple times from the stench down the back hallway where Beau says Sabrina was kept. He mumbled quietly that she would have been one of them left to die back there as well. It hurt so badly to hear it, I couldn’t breathe for a moment imagining one of those deathly shadows being her.

Down the white tiled hallway, there were fifteen women discovered alive and on the mend. They were each allotted a cot and a small night gown. Clearly they were who the three guards were there to monitor.

I’m thinking since we had taken Chek the men didn’t know what to do and just left things the way they were. What I wouldn’t give to have that fucker alive again now that I know what he was really up to.

In the end, the women are all carefully taken to the private plane to be flown here immediately.

a week later…

There’s absolutely no trace of this Master guy anywhere. It seems like no matter what we look into, there’s nothing. There are two girls in the group we rescued who think the Master may be from Italy. We put feelers out but have gotten zilch back so far. We’re nowhere closer than we were when we first discovered his name. But at least we know what to look for now and we have a nickname he uses. If there’s one thing the Mafiya is good at, it’s finding other criminals.

I’m thinking it may be time to give Anna, down at Channel Seven News, a friendly call. She may know something that can help us out now that we have a few clues and I can ask her about other container shipments. I wonder if anyone else has found any in the past. She would probably know as that would normally be something that makes the news. Ours should have also, but we kept it under wraps.

It will probably take some time, but eventually that bastard will get what’s deserved. As much as I would enjoy it, it may not be by my hand. But it’ll happen. Karma always gets her man in the end.

With Sabrina safe and home, it’s time for new beginnings. We’ll help these women any way possible to rehabilitate into society. I’ll marry the woman of my dreams and build her a beautiful house to hold all of the babies I plan on giving her. My sister will be beside me always, reminding me how truly blessed I am in this life.

My phone vibrates and I’m happy to see its Avery calling me back finally.

“Hi, Bean,” I answer cheerfully.

She sobs, “Niko, I’m scared.”

My best friend crying instantly sets me on edge. “What is it, Avery? I can be there in sixteen hours, sooner with Tate’s jet.”

“N-no it’s nothing like that, but I love you for being so willing to come help me.” She cries and it worries me that the biker has hurt her.

“Talk to me, tell me how to fix whatever’s wrong. Do I need to kill him?”

She chuckles a little through her tears, “Niko…I’m pregnant.”

“That is wonderful, bun in the oven!”

“No,” she hiccups. “I do-don’t know who the father is.”

“What did you just say? It’s not 2’s baby?”

“It could be Ares’.”
Holy shit, the Butcher!

“There are two bikers now? Fuck Bean, this makes it harder for me to kill them.”

“I love them both.”

“Of course you do. Now, do they hate each other?”

“No, it’s complicated, they love me too. Can you come visit?”

“I’ll bring Sabrina and Vishna; I think they’ll like Texas.”

“Thank you, Niko; I can always count on you.”

“Yes, always Bean.”

After all, I love her and I’ve dealt with many unwanted sacrifices in my life, but they’ve taught me about what really matters in life—love.

FAST FORWARD

SABRINA

five years later…

Our little brownish-red haired daughter dances around at
the end of our oversized bed, waiting not so patiently for me to get up for breakfast.

“Dye voosh ka, go tell Papa to put chocolate chips in our pancakes.”

Her bright blue eyes grow wide at my request. “You’re not supposed to have chocolate in the morning, Momma!”

Cocking my eyebrow, I sit up and question her, “Says who?”

“You always tell me no!” she retorts sassily with her hand resting on her hip. She’s like a mini version of me but full of her father’s bossy attitude all stuffed into a nightgown with princesses on the front.

“That’s different, Brenna. I say nyet because you like to ask every day for a month straight. Right now, Momma wants them because she has a baby in her belly.”

“You don’t look like you have a baby in there.” She nods to my waist and I fight to hold in my giggle. No one knows about the baby yet, except me and now her and it’s so exciting… Okay so Elaina knows also, but no one else!

“That’s because it’s a new baby.”

She huffs, irritated, “Another one?”

“Da.”

“But I already got a sister; I don’t need two.”

Chuckling, I shake my head. “What if you’re wrong, it could be a boy you know.”

“Puh-lease, Momma, we all know you have girls!”

“Oy, I know. Go tell Papa we’re having another.”

“Nuh-uh, this is your doing, you tell him.”

“How is it my fault?”

Brenna taps her chin, and then reasons, “Papa said you’d have a house full of kids, so that means it’s your fault.”

“Ugh, get out of here little girl. Go put chocolate chips in my pancakes, if not I’ll tell Auntie Na-na not to paint your nails!”

“Fine, but you better let me choose the name this time, and Auntie Na-na has say straa outside on the deck.”

“Okay, thank you, my little love,” I call loudly as she breezes out of our room and down the stairs to the kitchen.

She’s barely five years old and already wheeling and dealing. She’s been hanging around Uncle Tate and Uncle Viktor way too much when they play cards.

My brain hurts thinking of having a five-year-old, a two-year-old, and now a brand new baby. These girls are going to be the Black Death when they become teenagers. I should strangle that man down there for having me knocked up one after the other. Everyone was right when they placed bets at our wedding years ago, damn them.