by Coco Miller
I fist my hand into her dark curls.
My rhythm picks up, my speed now unmasked. I feel like a fucking beast on fire. She bucks beneath me as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. God, she tastes like cherries and cream.
"Damn, you're so tight," I hiss. Weeks of daily fucking this beautiful woman and she's still tight as a drum.
"Viktor, I'm going to come."
"That's right, baby. Come on my cock."
My own orgasm isn't far away, and I want to hold off a bit longer. I don't ever want to stop fucking this woman.
Her body trembles as the first signs of her orgasm shake her. Through hooded eyes, I lean back a bit to catch the curve of her lip as she moans. Her back arches off the bed and her nails dig so deep into my back, I know she's left marks.
"Fuck yeah," I say, watching her tits bounce with each thrust. My balls start to tighten. "Shit, I'm going to come."
Her inner walls clench down on my cock as her eyes squeezed shut. "Viktor. Oh, God."
"That's right," I say panting heavily. "Come hard on my dick."
With that, I come crashing down around her. My highs and lows mixing with hers. We are reaching our climax together, and I want to give her everything in this moment.
After we come down from our high, I hold her tight against me. Spooning her sweet body, I run my fingers through her wavy curls.
"I still need you to talk to Terrica," she says after we lay in each other's arms for a while.
"What do you think is wrong?" It is odd that I haven't seen her coming or going lately. "Where's she been?"
"I don't know. But, something isn't right."
I pull her body closer, kissing her on top of her head. "I'll talk to her. I promise. But I'll also have Nicholai look into it."
"Ok."
She wraps her arms tighter around me in a way that makes me feel as if I've truly become a lifeline to her. As if she feels safer when she's with me. It makes me feel good and wanted. It makes me feel powerful.
"Don't worry, baby," I tell her.
Part of me wants to tell her about the drugs in my club, to share some of my worries with her as well, but I don't want to worry her with the deaths. I would hate to cause her any more stress if she doesn't need it. I mean who actually needs it.
No, this is my cross to bear. My club. My problem. I am here to make her life better, not add more drama to it, and that's what the fuck I'm going to do.
Chapter Fifteen
VIKTOR
It's funny when you plan your life. You try to be a better person. You fucking try not to let the darkness take over, but it seeps in anyway.
It was Boris who first showed me the path of destruction. He pulled me aside, placed a gun in my hand and told me to shoot.
I gazed at the man he wanted me to kill. His gray eyes staring back at me. He was afraid, begging for his life with everything he had.
Boris leaned close to my ear and said, "Son, it's survival of the fittest. Either they survive, or we do, now shoot that motherfucker."
And a second, no less than a second, before I pulled the trigger, I glanced in the man's eyes and I saw no fear there. He knew his time had come. In seconds, he had come to terms with it. He had surrendered.
I often think about that. My first kill. How hard it was for me.
Right after I shot him, I ran to the bathroom and puked my guts out. Boris laughed at me for three days.
I have to say, that since that first kill, it has gotten easier.
Now, it's nothing. The feeling, the emotion has been ripped from my chest, and I don't even think about the person in front of the gun. Sometimes it's quick, not a second thought as a gun is pointed at you and you shoot first. Yet, most times it's calculated, meticulous, and planned so carefully that it takes the rush away when you kill in cold-blood.
It changes you in a way that you're never the same again.
Thankfully those days are long behind me, and I have men to do my bidding now. But, if I find out who is bringing dirty drugs into my club, I may just have to resort back to old tactics. I couldn't imagine who would be stupid enough to try to fuck me over. What were they even thinking? And why the fuck were they trying to get to me? What was their end game?
Since cleaning up the Petrov family branch of the Bratva, I generally play by the rules, for the most part. I do everything by the book, sort of. But, one thing is for certain, whoever it is fucking with me, is as good as dead.
Once Kennedy falls asleep in my arms, I slide out of bed and head to Terrica's room. The door is closed and locked but her light is on.
"You in there, Terrica?"
"Yeah."
"You good?"
"Yeah, just sleepy."
"You dressed?"
"No, I'm in bed."
"With the light on?"
"I'm taking out my contacts. Anything other questions you want to ask?"
"Nah, I'll talk to you in the morning."
"K."
I decide now is not the time to try and have a talk with a snarky teenager, so I head to my office down the hall and finally call Gary. Remarkably, Nicholai didn't get anywhere with his interrogation. So I've only got two days to get to the bottom of it myself by talking to the source.
I tell him to come by the house. We need to talk in person. I won't allow any more people to die in my club. If Gary is the one bringing in the shit drugs, I'll kill the mother fucker. I've done worse for less.
He knows how I feel about smack and meth. How hard I worked to get rid of that shit in my town. He agreed with me that it made business sense to only deal antibiotics and pain pills. Part of me can't really believe that he's the one responsible for this clusterfuck.
Nicholai is waiting outside for him and escorts him inside the house. When he knocks on my office door, I tell him to enter.
"Good evening, sir."
His glasses fall down his nose, and his long finger pushes them back up when he enters. He walks and talks like a frightened little nerd, but I've learned the hard way to never underestimate your opponent. So I don't.
"Ah, Gary, please sit down."
He takes a seat in the leather chair across from me. My large oak desk separates us, and he doesn't appear nervous.
"What do you need at this hour? Is everything okay?" His nasal voice is cool and collected.
"Gary, I'm not going to beat around the bush here. Someone is bringing drugs into my club. Girls are dying. I'm hearing reports that it's you." I steel him with a hard stare, never blinking or breaking eye contact.
Gary squirms in his seat, laughing a bit as he realizes I am serious. "
Oh shit, you don't believe them, do you? Who's saying this?"
I press my fingers to the bridge of my nose, trying to ward off the tension rising. I was pissed.
"It isn't important."
"I swear to you, on my daughter, I'm not passing any drugs through your club. Nothing that you don't already know about."
I stare into his eyes for a long while. I want to believe him. I really do. I've known Gary for a long time. Hell, he is the one who helped me take this part of the business to the next level. His honest eyes seek me out, never wavering. "I believe you. But, that still leaves a problem."
"What's that?" he asks, never breaking eye contact.
"Girls are dying. If it's not you then who is it?" My voice rises on the last word, anger raging through me.
I need to get to the bottom of this and right now.
A few minutes after Gary leaves my office, Nicholai and I are having a whiskey when my office phone rings.
"Hello," I answer, pinching the bridge of my nose, letting the stress roll off my shoulders.
"You need to get down here. Some shit is going down," the cop posing as a stripper in my club says.
I hang up on the plant while she was still blabbing away. "Fuck."
"What is it, boss?"
"Trouble at the club."
Nicholai grabs a set of keys, and we both rush out my front
door to the Benz.
"Let's go."
When I enter the club, the bright lights shine against the soft curves of all the dancers on stage. My dancers. A few new girls grace the stage and I shake my head. Nicholai must have hired new girls and not told me.
"What the fuck, Nicholai?" I turn to him. All he does is give me a goofy grin and shrug his shoulders.
The plant, working for me, walks toward us. I don't even want to call her by her name. Her messy hair and slinky dress were a mismatched array of reds and purples. It makes her appear sluttier than I knew she was. She was trying too hard and it made her look like an amateur. Someone I would never hire.
"Come on," I say.
She follows me into my office and I slam the door shut.
"What's going on?" I ask, the tension building between the spot between my shoulder blades.
She makes sure the door is locked, and slowly raises her gaze to meet mine. I shake my head, knowing the game she is playing. Fuck this. It won't work out well for her, but something is going on and I'm betting that she actually knows something even though she's clearly trying to fuck me.
"Mr. Petrov, sit down and relax. I'll tell you everything I've found out. But, first, you need to blow off some steam." She stalks across my office in her trashy get up.
I cross my arms over my chest, not moving from my position in front of my desk. "Why don't you just tell me. I've had a long night, and I would kind of like to get back home."
I wasn't lying, I have a sweet little body waiting for me in my bed. Maybe if I could make this quick, I could wake Kennedy up and go at it again with her.
Fingers curl around the top button of my shirt. I wrap my hand around her butterfly-tattooed wrist and yank her hand away. Funny how my cock only comes to attention for Kennedy these days. Definitely not for this woman.
"Oh, come on, you need to relax. I have just the thing." She sinks to her knees.
Fuck me. Houston's finest, huh?
I'd be lying if I didn't admit to having a momentary lapse of judgment, almost allowing it to happen. It would be so easy. But, Kennedy's lips come to mind and my cock won't cooperate as the cop starts to unzip my pants with her hands.
I look down at the woman on the floor, her mop of messy hair, ready to suck and shake my head no. This isn't right. I don't want any part of this skank or what she is trying to offer. Before I can tell her to get up though, the door swings open. Shit.
Kennedy storms into the office with tears streaming down her face. "Terrica's in the hos...oh," she says, seeing the brunette between my legs, with my zipper down.
Fuck, me. Fuck, me.
I push away the brunette with a palm to her forehead and start begging.
"Wait, Kennedy, no. It's not what it looks like." I pull my zipper up, stepping around the plant and yanking her by the arm to get up. "Get the fuck out."
She pouts her big, red lips. "No blow job then? Oh, come on, we both know you wanted it." She twirls one finger around her long, knotted hair.
I am absolutely furious with this bitch and with myself. I know this looks bad. The look I give the plant tells her everything I need to say, and she leaves in a rush. Anger consumes me, but anger consumes Kennedy more. She appears as if she wants to kill me, or anyone who crosses her path but I'm grateful that at least she didn't run out. At least she stayed to stand her ground.
"Kennedy, it isn't what you think." I rush over to her, placing my arms atop her shoulders.
"Terrica's in the hospital. I came here to tell you, but I see that your last fuck buddy Lindsay was right." She wriggles free from my grasp and leaves the office. "You're incapable of caring about anything besides your own dick.”
I chase after her, running through the dim lights of the back hallway. "Kennedy, wait!”
When I reach her, the tears stop and she whips her head around. "Leave me alone. I trusted you. You're not who I thought you were. Actually, you're exactly who I knew you were. I'm the dumbass."
"You have to believe me..." Before I can finish she is already shaking her head and turning away from me.
I watch her walk away, my heart pounding in my chest, hating myself more than I ever have. How could I fix this? Because more than anything this needed to be fixed immediately. I wouldn't ruin the best thing I've ever had. The best thing that's ever happened to me for something that wasn't what she thought it was. I need her to believe me. I need her to understand that the feelings that are growing for her in my chest are genuine. I am falling for this woman, and more than anything I need her to know it. I need her to believe it.
I feel like my life is spiraling out of control. A few months ago I had it all. Now, I have a club with girls dying left and right from a very big drug problem, and a police officer planted in my club to catch the fucker but instead, is fucking up my life.
Fuck that shit.
This is not how I am going to let this shit go down.
Should I just say out loud what we're all thinking at this point? That I might just be in love with Kennedy Howard. That I've gotten used to working with her, living with her, laughing with her, and making love to her. That I don't want it to end. And that I would do anything for her.
I guess I just did.
Chapter Sixteen
VIKTOR
I make my way to the hospital in a blur, not letting anything that happened tonight deter me from making Kennedy mine once and for all.
Perhaps she can never want me knowing who I truly am and what I do to pay the bills. The choices I've made. The bad man I really am. But I have to try. I know I don’t deserve her, but I’m already lost without her. I’ve got to try.
I try pushing any negative thoughts away as I drive my car, racing toward the hospital. I'm not just chasing after Kennedy, but I truly need to make sure that Terrica is okay. Something happened to her on my watch, and I am actually beginning to care about her as well. Crazy, I know. But, these girls were both wiggling their ways into my heart.
I arrive at the hospital, glancing at the nurses' station off in the distance. After I receive Terrica's room number, I go to the elevator to head upstairs as quickly as possible. I worry about what will be waiting for me when I get up there. Is Terrica okay?
When the elevator doors open, I step into the white tiled hallway, seeing the room I need on my left. Terrica is lying in the bed, an IV sticking into her arm. She appears as if she is sleeping, but when I step inside her eyes open.
I look all around the room but Kennedy isn't around, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I needed to talk to Kennedy, to make her understand, but first I had to think about what to say. I've never been in a relationship before, I don't know what to do. How to fix this.
Terrica tries to smile, and I step closer. Sitting on the chair next to her bed, I grab her chart to see why she is here.
Drug overdose.
"Terrica, what were you thinking?"
She didn't speak, her eyes just watching my every move.
"You're a smart girl. Why are you throwing your life away?"
Tears well in her eyes and she glances at her hands on her lap. "I..I..don't know."
"Are you trying to kill yourself?"
"No."
“You almost did.”
“I did?”
"You're being selfish. Your sister loves you. What would she do if you died?”
She begins to cry, and I lean over to squeeze her hand to offer some comfort.
"I'm sorry, Viktor."
"You need to apologize to your sister."
"You might have some apologizing of your own to do. Kennedy seems pretty upset with you too." A small smile appears on her lips.
"You know about us?"
"Of course. We all live in the same house and your walls are not as thick as you think."
I chuckle. "How do you know about our...misunderstanding today?”
"She texted me a few minutes ago."
"Okay so yes, I fucked up. Well, she thinks I fucked up, but I didn't. I nee
d to explain what really happened to her, but I'm a little stuck for words. I'm not doing a good job of it. I've never felt this way before about anyone. I kind of love her and I don't want to fuck it up any worse than I already have."
It feels good to say it, to finally get the feelings off my chest and out into the open like that. Sure, I'm talking to a teenager about those feelings right now, but that's okay. Baby steps.
"Kind of love her?" Terrica asks.
I smile. "Alright, I do love her. A lot."
The door creaks behind me, and I turn over my shoulder. Kennedy's tear-stained cheeks hide the small smile playing at her lips. I don’t know how long she’s been standing there, but I’m so relieved to see her.
I jump from the chair. "Kennedy." My arms instinctively wrap around her waist. "I'm so sorry. She tried to seduce me. She's a bitch, and I don't think she's doing any good as a plant for the drugs."
"A plant?"
"She's an undercover cop working a case for me. Nothing was going to happen between us. You walked in just as I was about to tell her to pack her shit and go."
"You kind of love me?" she asks still teary-eyed
"I kind of, sort of, very much fucking love you. Which is unfortunate for you, because that means you're stuck with a Russian Bratva boss for the rest of your natural life."
Our lips smash together, tongues dancing inside each other's mouths. She is perfect for me, and I will never let her go. Good thing she likes me too.
"Ahem, get a room you two," Terrica says from her hospital bed.
Kennedy pulls her mouth from mine and rushes to her sister's bedside. "You scared me. Please don't ever do that again. I already lost mom and dad. I can't lose you too."
I watch the exchange, hoping we can find some help for Terrica together. Then a lightbulb goes off. I wonder if the person bringing the drugs into my club is the same person selling to Terrica.
"Terrica, where did the drugs come from?"
She appears afraid to tell me until Kennedy urges her on. "It's safe in here. Tell us.
Terrica takes a deep breath. "One of the girls at the club."
