Gabriel's Regret: Book Two (The Medlov Men 3)

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by Latrivia Welch


  ***

  Anatoly Medlov…

  Renee looked up from her dinner in surprise to see her husband. “Ana,” she said, happy that he had come. But the sinister glare he gave her said that she was in trouble.

  Looking over all the food, he tapped the table. “Nice spread, Royal.” As always, she had outdone herself, but he wasn’t here to just eat. After talking to Renee, he couldn’t focus on his work and needed to make things right with his wife.

  “Thank you,” Royal said with a grin. She knew that look of determination. It seemed that Renee would get her wish after all. “Do make sure that the men know that they are welcomed to get something to eat.”

  Again with that. “The men are busy, but Spasiba.” Picking up the entire platter of caviar, Anatoly walked over to Renee and offered his hand to her. “Let’s go.”

  “Go?” Renee asked, taking his hand. She stood up from the table as he pulled her to him.

  “You want some quality time, I’ll give you some.” Anatoly led her out of the dining hall, nearly pulling her behind him with one hand and holding his plate with the other. Women. They weren’t happy until they got their way.

  Left alone with Lilly, Royal looked over at the now vacant chairs and chuckled. “I sure as hell hope you’re hungry, Lilly.”

  Lilly laughed. “Shit, I have never been this hungry.” She stood up from the table and started to prepare a plate. “But I will fix a little something to take to Vasily. He’s in his office working too.” She had been dying to leave the entire time and now that she had an opportunity, she was going to take it before something else happened.

  Royal understood. “Well, I’m sure that the maids will make great company for the rest of the night. You go to your husband and keep him company.”

  “Will you send up Dylan later?” Lilly asked, feeling bad for leaving Royal alone.

  “Sure, of course I will,” Royal said, missing Dmitry now more than ever. “Go. Spend time with your husband.”

  “Are you going to be okay alone?” Lilly asked.

  Royal sat back in her chair and looked down the table. “I’ll be fine.”

  ***

  Leading Renee into his office, Anatoly threw the platter on the table by the door and motioned to his men who were standing guard. “Get out,” he ordered, letting go of Renee’s hand. Turning to look at her, he leaned against his desk.

  As the doors closed behind them, he grabbed her by her waist and pulled her to him.

  “I love you,” Renee tried to explain. “I just want us to…”

  “Shut up,” Anatoly said in a gruff voice, still angry with her for her tantrum. His hand ran up her back to her zipper and unhooked her. He wanted her naked now and he didn’t want to talk about it.

  Looking into her eyes, he bent to her parted mouth and claimed a passionate kissed as he forcefully unzipped her, trying impatiently to get to the breasts that had plagued him since she strode into his office earlier. Sucking the taste from her tongue, he searched her mouth hungrily.

  When her dress hit the floor pooling around her ankles, he placed his boot in between her legs and pulled her out of it. “Get out of that fucking thing,” he ordered.

  Stepping out of her clothes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and fell into his warm embrace. The smell of his hair and beard, the musk of his sexy scent, engulfed her. He bit her pouty bottom lip and clenched her waist. “Don’t ever think that I don’t want you,” he said, gritting his teeth.

  Unsnapping her strapless bra, he pulled it off. “I always want you,” he said, looking down at her heavy breasts, pebbled at the nipples. He bent to them and sucked on each one. Swirling his tongue around her nipples until she moaned. Jerking away, she trembled but he pulled her back to him and sucked them again. If he were not careful tonight, with the way that he felt, he might give her another child. Not that he minded one bit.

  Picking her up, he pushed the contents off his desk, threw her over the desk and grabbed her waist. Her black lace underwear was in his way. With his fingers twisting around the sides, he pulled them down her legs and threw them across the room. “I’m not in here playing around. I’m working, but don’t think for a minute that I don’t miss you.”

  She tried to close her legs, but he pushed in between them. It was too late for all that now. No time to be bashful. When he yanked her to the end of the desk, his need was obvious in his steely erection showing through his jeans. She rested back on her elbows and watched him, growing wetter by the moment.

  “Is this what you want?” he asked, looking down at his erection, pulsing just below the fabric that barely held it inside.

  “Yes,” she whispered. She licked her lips in anticipation.

  He pulled off his T-shirt, and she was sent to utter arousal at his rock hard chest, tanned from days out in the sun and muscled from years of work. His jeans cradled just below his waist in such a manner that seemed to always baffle her. Anatoly wore jeans the way that no other man in the world did. With a firm butt, wide thick, muscular legs, and carved abs, he reeked of sex and dominance.

  Reaching for his buckle, she pulled at the bottom and opened his jeans slowly, keeping her eyes on his, torturing him with her carnal gaze. “I want all of you,” she said, voice husky. “I want you inside of me where you belong.”

  With no underwear on, he pulled off his boots and jeans and stood in front of her naked. No words were needed. He slipped his hands under her firm wide buttocks and pulled her into his erection. With a powerful thrust, he pushed through the folds of her body and put his hand on her sternum to hold her down. He grunted in pleasure. “How deep inside of you?” he asked in a terse voice, turned on by her words.

  Renee’s mouth flew open. She could feel him in her core. Looking up at him, seeing his dark eyes intense with lust, she could barely speak. “Deeper,” she begged.

  Anatoly raked a hand over her breasts, pinching one of them as he planted his feet and pushed harder into her. If she wanted deep, he would bury himself in her fucking soul tonight. Before she could say another word, he did it again. This time harder. Holding her by her hips, under the dim light of the room, he pulled her legs up over his shoulders and pumped into her hard and fast. Her body bounced against his power and shuddered under the feeling of his shaft rubbing against her aching clit.

  The length of him inside of her stole her words.

  Gripping her thighs, he nearly picked her up off the table as he slammed into her, piercing through her worry, stealing her fears and calming her heart.

  She could not hold it in. She knew the men were outside of the door, but she couldn’t fight the urge to scream out his name. The pressure built inside of her as he crashed into her body. Waves of ecstasy filled her as she watched him take her. His long hair fell over his face and all that she could see was the shape of his face in the shadows as he concentrated on pleasing her.

  “Ana!” she called out, holding on to his waist as he took her.

  Still, he didn’t say a word. Only her moans and the slaps of his body against hers could be heard. Deeper and deeper he went into her body. When he felt himself slipping into a climax, he pulled out and yanked her off the desk.

  Not yet.

  Putting her on all fours on the floor in front of his desk, he pressed her legs open wide and crawled behind her. This was why curves were so important. A man needed something to grip on, to feel when he pushed inside of a woman and his wife had every curve that he ever wanted on a woman.

  With his chest and stomach over her back, he covered her as he kissed the middle of her back. Breasts bobbing, she clawed at the rug when he mounted her from behind and fisted her hair with one hand and slapped her thick round butt with the other. He smoothed a hand over the skin, making the sting go away before doing it again.

  “Are you going to burst into my office again?” he asked, bucking her from behind, watching as she submitted to him.

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  Anatoly grinned. Defiant t
o the very end. He slapped her butt again, getting more and more turned on. “You like fucking with me, eh?”

  “Yes,” she hissed as he pulled her into his chest and wrapped a hand around her neck. She could hear his breaths in her ear, feel his hair against her face. The feel of his thick long sex moving in and out of her sent her over the edge to a hard climax. “Oh, God!” she cried out. “Ana!”

  Anatoly flipped her over and slipped between her legs. He wanted to watch her climax. He wanted to see her beautiful face when he made her orgasm.

  Renee gasped, body trembling from the inside out. Covering her cries with a kiss, he moved deeper and deeper into her wet body until finally he felt himself tense and his seed pushed from his body into hers. Falling atop her body, he threw a large arm over the side of her shoulder and buried his face into the side of her neck.

  “I fucking love you, woman,” he moaned as his body shuttered. “I love you so much until if anything ever happened to you I think I would die.”

  Renee wiped the tears from her face. Holding him tight, she closed her eyes. “I love you too, but you can’t just pull away from me every time that something bad happens.” She could feel his heart beating against hers as he breathed heavily.

  “I know,” he said softly. “I’ll do better. I promise. Things will be better very soon.”

  Chapter Ten

  Allies Cost Money…

  Moscow, Russia

  Frunze Airfield

  Time was of the essence. As soon as Dmitry’s jet landed at the closed Frunze Airfield, it was pulled into a military airport hangar and the doors to the building were closed and locked off. To save time, Dmitry requested that all parties meet at the old airport instead of moving to another site, where they could possibly be detected or surveilled. His party had agreed.

  When the door to the jet opened and the steel stairs were placed in front of the portal, he emerged fully suited, carrying two large silver briefcases in both hands. Behind him, his two armed stewardesses followed, carrying more briefcases and his security personnel followed behind them.

  Dmitry wanted to make it clear by exiting the plane first, that he not only came in peace, but came asking for their help. Tonight was not about threats or previous squabbles; it was about one goal – to get Gabriel back.

  Waiting at the base of the staircase around three large military vehicles, a group of men in full military dress stood to receive him. The look on their faces was priceless shock. Dmitry Medlov was a man that normally did not ask for anything, instead he demanded. To see him here, virtually alone, was a testament to a new era of the Medlov Crime Family.

  Outside of the colonel, none of them had ever seen Dmitry in person. He was, as was reported by the confidential briefs, larger than life. In a black tailored suit, a white oxford and simple black tie, the blonde butcher was a striking man, towering over everyone in the building and domineering in presence.

  “Dmitry Medlov,” Colonel General Mikhailov, taking off his blue uniform hat and placing it under his arm. “We are glad that you made it.” And he was, considering the crime boss was about to make them very rich men.

  “Glad to be here,” Dmitry said, passing one of the cases to one of the soldiers and then firmly shaking the general’s hand.

  He looked around at the uniformed officers, sizing them up with one glance. Colonel General Mikhailov had assembled some of his more pliable men with the Ground Forces for this meeting to get the infamous crime boss what he wanted, but it would come at a price.

  “I’m very sorry to hear what has happened to your nephew,” the colonel said, walking with Dmitry over to one of the Humvees that had a map of Ukraine and outlines of where they could be useful during the extraction.

  “Yes, it is unfortunate,” Dmitry said dismissively, looking over the map. “I assume that you’ve already developed a plan based upon our conversation.”

  “We have,” the colonel said, glancing down at the briefcase that Dmitry still held with greedy eyes. “Our men are ready. We will provide a ceasefire for exactly 12 hours.”

  “Starting when?” Dmitry asked. “I need time for my men to get to the border, but I need this to happen in two days.”

  The colonel looked back at one of his officers and raised up on his toes. “It can happen in two days.”

  “Good.” Dmitry placed the briefcase behind the map and opened it. “Twenty million euros as requested.”

  “In cash?” The colonel’s eyes locked on the money. He was expecting a wire to one of his accounts, but this was much better and a lot less traceable.

  The stewardesses brought the other briefcases over, set them down on the table beside the vehicles and opened them.

  “There is more on the plane.” Dmitry sucked his teeth. “But I want to make sure that we understand each other. I don’t just want a ceasefire. I want your resources. I need your eyes and ears to make sure that we get out once we have him. I need you to keep the Ukrainian forces off our asses. For that, I will happily pay you twenty million euros.” He looked down at the man and waited. If he didn’t feel that he could deliver even one part of that, now was the time to speak up.

  “There is not much that can’t be arranged, but I must go on record and say that the only reason that we are helping you is because your situation seems to be helping us. Knocking out these compounds that heavily recruit new fighters for Ukraine helps our ground forces.”

  Dmitry shrugged. If they wanted to rationalize their profiteering as a means to win the war that was up to him. He didn’t give a fuck. “I don’t have a dog in the fight between Russia and Ukraine. I’m in the business of selling weaponry. You know that. What I do have a problem with is someone holding my nephew hostage. I want him back, and I want them dead – not captured, not questioned…just fucking dead.”

  The colonel laughed. “It sounds like we do have one thing in common. We want them dead also.”

  “Do we have a deal, gentlemen?” Dmitry asked, veiling his aggravation. These men were pretending to do him a favor when they were actually committing highway robbery.

  The colonel stuck out his hand. “We have a deal.”

  Dmitry shook it again.

  The colonel motioned for his men to load the money. “Now let’s talk about the specifics. I brought some men who will help lay out how we will help your people.”

  Dmitry waved over the stewardesses. “I brought mine as well.”

  The colonel looked at the two well put together blondes and smirked. “This is what the great Dmitry Medlov has to help plan his extraction? Two girls?”

  The uniformed officers laughed.

  Dmitry’s calm started to tatter at the edges. Now they mocked him? “Two of your girls, colonel. Those discrete test cases of females training in the Spetsnaz, that was ended a few years ago…these are those women. If I recall, they did 90 percent better than your men in that class. Pity that the government didn’t want to move forward. But Putin’s loss is my gain.”

  The colonel’s face broke. He knew of the cases and had heard of the women’s abilities. “I see.” He looked the two women over again, this time with a little more respect. “Well, that changes things a bit, doesn’t it?”

  Dmitry knew that the colonel understood that these two “girls” were two of the most dangerous that Russia had ever trained, and he had paid top dollar to put them in his employ. He didn’t bother to quibble with the man, regardless of how easy he made it. “They will listen to your men about the instructions while I step away.”

  Stepping away, Dmitry got on his cell. Now that the agreement had been made, there were other pawns on the board that needed to be moved quickly without a moment to waste.

  “Yes, Boss,” Marat said, answering quickly from his satellite phone. He had been waiting patiently for Dmitry’s call and orders for their next step.

  It was time to strike. “Get to Yegor’s family now. I’ll be there in a few hours to meet with you,” he said, hanging up the phone.

  **
*

  Donetsk, Ukraine

  Neo-Nazi Compound

  Gabriel sat in the darkness of his room, chained to the bed, looking out of the barred window at the full moon shining above. It was a pretty night, despite his current situation. As he daydreamed, he was far away from this miserable place, thinking about Valeriya and what she must be doing. In his mind, he had played back their time together a thousand times, thinking of what he would have done differently if given the opportunity. It was those thoughts that kept him going.

  The only thing that gave him comfort was that he knew that she was safe, far out of the reach of Yuri Danko. It killed that bastard to know it, and to know that there was nothing that he could do about it. No matter what the Nazi chose to do to him, he would never be able to hurt that woman or her family again.

  That made this all worth it.

  When the door opened to the dark room, Gabriel expected to see Yuri come in, but he was surprised to see Yegor. Bringing in his slop of a dinner, he turned on the light and sat it on the bed beside Gabriel.

  Word had come to them earlier that Viktor Davidovich had been gruesomely assassinated not far from the government building in Kiev. There were no leads, no video. Just a note that was obviously left for them. Upon hearing the news, Yuri had gone into full panic mode. With Viktor out of the picture, the ranks were tightening and private conversations had shifted to getting Gabriel Medlov out of the Ukraine. There was no time for Yuri’s normal taunts. They were too busy preparing for the impending exchange.

  “Where is your boss?” Gabriel asked, picking up the metal dog pale.

  Yegor looked over at Gabriel’s broken, bruised face and shook his head. All of their hard work was being torn down by one man and his infatuation with a Black woman. “He’s busy.”

  Gabriel winced as he scooped the food with his fingers and tried to put it in his busted mouth. As Yegor walked away, he pulled him back in. “When are you going to stop letting that guy lead you around by your balls? It’s obvious that he’s a hothead. I’ve seen people like him before. They never win in the end, you know.” A flash of his father’s face crossed his mind. “They never live either.”

 

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