It was fast. The thrust of the knife against Viktor’s chest and how quickly Viktor dropped the phone, shifted then countered. Cosivan saw the gun with the silencer on the one who went after him. He shifted, pulled the gun, and turned it on the man. The light sound, “pop, pop,” brought the attackers to their knees and Cosivan and Viktor’s men removed the other two. The small crowd of guards removed the bodies and Viktor and Cosivan hurried out the back door. It wasn’t until they were in the car that Cosivan saw Viktor’s angry expression and him holding his arm. Then came the sight of blood. “Fuck,” Cosivan yelled.
He grabbed on to Viktor. “Are you okay? How bad?”
“It’s not bad. Could have been worse if you hadn’t yelled out my name. I was focused on talking to Nina. She sounded so upset but relieved I was in town to help.”
One of the guards handed over a large first aid kit. Cosivan ripped Viktor’s shirt and saw the large gash. “You’ll need stitches. Luca,” he called out to the driver.
“Already on my way, sir. How bad?” he asked.
“He’s fucking lucky. Call Simon, find out who exactly those men were we took out in the club then have the men drop them on the fucker’s doorstep,” Cosivan said, the anger hitting him hard. Viktor could have been killed right there in front of him. He immediately thought about Nalia. He locked gazes with Viktor as he pressed the wad of gauze against the wound to suppress the bleeding. “Not a word to her. You don’t tell her anything when we talk to Nalia. Understand?” Viktor demanded.
Cosivan nodded. “We’re in a war, brother. Soldier mode for now on, got it?”
“Got it.”
* * * *
Nalia knew that something was up. She overheard the angry tone as Chatham spoke into his cell phone in the hallway. It was the middle of the night and she could hardly sleep. She was worried about Cosivan and Viktor and missing them already.
“Fuck, what do you need us to do? Seriously, Cosivan? Maybe we need to be there, too. Perhaps place Nalia into a safe house with the family? We should be there. This is a war. Are you certain someone else is involved?” She heard only the one sided conversation and her heart raced. Something happened and she was worried.
She felt the arm go over her waist and Boian pulled her down. He snuggled his mouth against her neck and placed a leg over and between her thighs, caging her in. “No eavesdropping.”
She swallowed hard. “Something is wrong,” she whispered.
“Not your concern. Remember the rules Cosivan went over with you,” he said firmly.
She remembered them. It was after they made love while he and Viktor held her between them. Cosivan made her promise to be strong, to be brave, and to trust in them to take care of her and each other. She was to ask no questions because they didn’t want her to be part of this aspect of their lives. They wanted her safe, and untainted by the work they were forced to do in order to keep this dynasty, this family she was part of, alive and in control. They explained about the men who wanted to do the family harm and her father harm. In the last several weeks they each explained so much to her she understood exactly what she was becoming a part of. They spoke about the illegal and legal businesses, and how they owned and operated a few legitimate bars and restaurants, yet also engaged in criminal activity to make money and keep the control of territory that had been in the families for generations.
They also told her that they never killed just to kill or to make a point. They only killed in defending themselves as some tried to kill them. What they failed to remember, or maybe they chose to ignore, was that she knew what that felt like, too. She had been forced to kill in order to survive and not allow Scarlapetti’s men get ahold of her and take her to Scarlapetti. She was a soldier, just like they were.
She listened anyway and heard Chatham’s angry tone and then him say fine, and okay, we’ll take care of it.
Then she felt Boian’s mouth against her neck, suckling her skin before moving lower to her breast. He spoke against her skin.
“Open for me,” he said.
“And for me,” Dusty whispered, climbing up the bed to join them. She heard Chatham end the call and she looked toward him but then Dusty cupped her cheek and made her look at him before he lowered his mouth to kiss her.
Fingers pressed up into her cunt and she held her breath and fought to give in to their means of control and get lost in their touch, their bodies as they wanted her to. She wanted to demand to know what was really going on even though Cosivan, their leader, her leader, warned her not to. It had been an order. One that led to him taking her again in a slow, deep manner that forced her to realize she would do anything and give all of herself for each of them.
She moaned as the second finger thrust up into her cunt.
“Wider, bend your knees and slide you feet to your ass,” Dusty commanded.
She lifted up with their assistance, widened her thighs, and felt the fingers stroke into her cunt then down over her anus. She was wet, and they moved the cream from pussy to anus.
“Do you know how much we love you?” Boian asked her. She looked at him as he thrust fingers deeper. Dusty caressed her thigh wider and kissed along her knee and inner calf.
“I think we should show her,” Chatham said, joining them. She looked at him and he looked wild, needy.
“Chatham?” She said his name and he shook his head and gave her a firm expression. She wasn’t to ask a thing.
Before she could protest Boian’s fingers, slick with her cream, stroked over her anus and pressed in. In and out he thrust fingers, making her moan and then began to counterthrust.
“Ours, always and forever,” Dusty told her then kissed her lips.
“Ours,” Chatham said and then Boian pulled from her body and sat up. They moved her to her liking and she wound up over Boian and immediately she sank down onto his cock. A moment later, after only two thrusts she felt the cool liquid to her ass then Chatham grabbing ahold of her hips.
“I need you,” Chatham said and she felt his cock slide into her anus slowly.
A firm hand to her cheek and hair and she locked gazes with Dusty.
“Me too,” he said and he lowered her head to his cock and she immediately took him into her mouth.
They all began to move as one. She felt the connection, the depth of their love for her and hers for them. She loved their scents, their muscular bodies and even their dangerous professions and what they stood for. She couldn’t help but feel the tears reach her eyes when she thought of Viktor and Cosivan and the fact they weren’t here and could be in danger.
“Heaven, baby, you’re heaven and make everything else disappear,” Chatham told her.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. Holy God, it gets better and better,” Dusty said to her.
She moaned and felt her body convulse around them as the tears rolled down her cheeks. I love you guys. I need you. All of you. Help me to be strong for them, and the woman they need me to be.
She swallowed as Dusty came first then Chatham and soon after Boian. Then she released a sigh and hid her eyes away from them as she kissed Boian and they took care of her as always.
* * * *
Chatham cleaned up and then came back to bed. He took Dusty’s place beside Nalia and pulled her to him so Boian could get up. Both Dusty and Boian were probably wondering what the phone call had been about but they knew not to ask in front of Nalia. Besides, Viktor didn’t want her to know what happened or how close he came to being more seriously hurt. She would find out when he returned to Salvation with an additional, new scar.
His chest tightened as he felt her damp cheeks and her slide her hand across her eyes to hide the tears.
“Nalia, are you okay?” he whispered.
Boian caressed her hair and head then kissed her temple.
“Baby?” he questioned.
“I’m fine,” she whispered and hugged Chatham then began to scatter kisses along his chest.
Chatham winked at Boian, who looked concerned
but then headed to the bathroom.
Chatham couldn’t help but run his palms along her thighs and ass then pull her onto his chest as he rolled to his back. She lay half on top of him, his one thick thigh wedged between her thighs and warm pussy.
“I love being this close with you, skin to skin,” he said and trailed a finger along her back then down the crack of her ass. She shifted slightly and her breasts lifted from against his chest then lowered again.
She snuggled closer then leaned up and kissed his chin. He tilted his head up and she kissed along his throat, loving the feel of her soft lips against him there. He slid his hands along her waist and felt how feminine and petite she was compared to him and his brothers. She didn’t deserve to feel pain, to have had to go through what she did to survive when Karlicov was shot. He thought about Viktor and the stab wound. They needed to eliminate the problem, the threat, but Scarlapetti and Lapella were nowhere to be found, and now someone else was involved in hurting the family. Until they were dead, none of them could let their guards down.
“Are you okay, Chatham?” she whispered. He ran his hand along her ass and gave it a squeeze.
“More than okay with you in my arms,” he said and she lifted up and licked her lips.
“Are you sure?”
He knew she heard the phone call and put two and two together. But Viktor and Cosivan were firm in their orders. She wasn’t to know what happened. Cosivan was their commander, their leader and it was a direct order.
He held her hips and gave her a little shake. “Everything is fine, Nalia. No questions, remember?” he asked and she rolled her eyes and sighed. He shifted quickly, rolling her to her back and pressing her arms above her head. She gasped and then lowered down to lick across her nipple then tug on it. As he suckled then released it, she moaned.
“You know the rules. Don’t push me, you won’t be happy about the punishment,” he said and her eyes widened like saucers.
He stared down into her dark blue eyes and gave her a wink.
“Let’s get some more rest, we have a surprise for you,” he told her and she gave a soft smile. He rolled off of her but continued to caress her skin.
“What is it?” she asked, keeping her arms above her head, waiting for his order to lower them. His cock hardened all over again. She was submissive, sexy, beautiful in so many ways. He trailed a finger from her lips to her nipples then her belly and cunt.
“You’ll see, but only if you behave and listen. Now, close your eyes and rest.” He leaned over and kissed her lips then Dusty joined them. He brought her hands to his chest and kissed her as Chatham snuggled up against her back. He slid his hand along her waist and held her with Dusty. He wished for so many things now that Nalia was part of their lives. But mostly he wished for them to all be together again soon, because being apart was definitely going to test Nalia’s patience of the family rules.
* * * *
Nalia was smiling as Aspen pointed out a photograph of her men with their friends in a picture that hung on the wall in Casper’s. She loved the place. It was fun, very country and everyone was friendly, even the sheriff. It was so crazy how these men, some of them government agents, state police and other types of law men, could be friends with members of the Russian mob. However, after a few little comments here and there it seemed like they all helped one another out and nothing illegal was done for favors. These were just men who served together, knew one another from their years in the service or had a family connection, and that was all it took for them to be close.
She shouldn’t assume that her men did illegal dealings, but she wasn’t stupid. They worked the system and in doing so they didn’t follow rules, and laws. She knew enough to not ask them any questions about the business, but she had done a lot of research when her father had her trained and talked to her about some of the things he participated in. It was scary stuff, but also a way of life. It was a family business and operation and it appeared in more recent years they were going legit in so many ways. So she wondered how men like Scarlapetti could get away with their actions and how come some higher ups or leaders of all this stuff could do nothing? Men were being killed. She was abducted and going to be forced to have a man’s baby.
She knew that certain ranks were involved and that it was a big deal to kill a boss. The more she thought about what Scarlapetti was capable of, the more she knew this world would be a better place without him.
“So, some more shopping after lunch?” Aspen asked.
“Sure,” Nalia said and then she and Aspen walked over to one of the tables to talk. The men all seemed to be involved with some serious conversation and Nalia knew she wasn’t supposed to listen in.
She was trying not to stare when she felt Aspen’s hand cover hers.
“It gets easier. They’re just protecting you,” she told Nalia.
Nalia looked at her. Aspen was beautiful, young, and even pregnant. She was involved with multiple men, too, who were involved with things similar to Nalia’s men.
“How do you do it? How do you come to this town whenever you feel like and feel safe and live a normal life? I mean when all the other things are going on.”
“You mean the dangers? Hell, Nalia, I went through some crazy stuff to get here. I worked with some of those businessmen first hand that are now trying to take over the family’s territory. It becomes a way of life and an understanding. My men are changing their ways in order to keep me and our growing family safe,” Aspen said and covered her belly with her hand.
“They’re going more legit and letting other men, single, experienced men handle the dangerous stuff while we expand our family. Your men will begin to do it, too. In fact, they already have.”
“Have they? It doesn’t seem like it.”
“Well, haven’t they told you about the clubs and restaurants they solely own?” Aspen asked.
“No. They don’t tell me anything because they don’t want me involved. This is all so new and Cosivan is very controlling and bossy. I think it’s going to take a long time to figure the five of them out and what they expect from me and don’t expect from me.”
Aspen gave a soft smile. “You’re young, and new to this type of relationship. It takes trust but patience, too. It will all come together. Don’t be angry if they want to keep you separate from it all.”
“Well, that’s the thing. I don’t want to be. I’m not weak or soft or incapable of handling the dangers or the business of what’s going on. I don’t like feeling shut out. I was made to feel unimportant, or like a separate responsibility all my life. My father had to pretend he was dead because I was born and no one could know I existed. The man my mother fell for she married out of convenience and stability and he wound up using her and killing her because of me, the child that should have never been born. If my father hadn’t saved me from getting into trouble and began training me the way he did, then I wouldn’t be here. It’s in my blood. All of it comes so easy.”
“You are more important than you even know. You are strong, I can tell that. Anyone with a brain could see you’re capable. It’s what made your men fall in love with you and also makes them so protective of you. Talk to them and make them understand that you want to be part of their business. Your father will be a help once you get to see him again when everything is safe. Be strong and be the woman your men need you to be and you will see that it will all work out. Besides, you have a friend in me now, too. We can help one another get over our men’s protective measures in ensuring our safety.” She gave Nalia a wink just as Storm came up behind Aspen and hugged her shoulders. Nalia watched as Aspen’s eyes lit up, a smile formed on her lips and Storm ran his hand along Aspen’s belly. He loved her and was very protective. That’s the kind of man women dream about. Nalia had that times five.
* * * *
“We found her,” Romeo told Vincent over the phone.
Vincent sat forward in his seat and felt his chest tighten.
“Go ahead,” he said.
“You haven’t been successful, from what I heard. My understanding is that Cosivan and Viktor removed your inside people and cleaned house. I believe you lost several men in your crew.”
“And they will suffer for that.”
“I don’t know if this is wise. You heard the order from the bosses. I’m on my own with this challenge against the Russian mob bosses.”
“You wanted Karlicov’s daughter from the start. All of this happened because of the revenge you sought after he killed your brother and your cousin. Your hiding place in Florida is off the radar. You’ve got plenty of money. I’ll help get her to you and you let me seek my own revenge on these fucking Russian assholes.” Romeo was pissed off. That was obvious to Vincent.
“Fine. Take the chance, and if you’re successful, then the deal is still on. I’ll give you those twelve businesses you’ve wanted for years on the East Coast. They’re yours if you can pull this off. I won’t need it anyway. I’ll be sitting back, enjoying my revenge.”
“And enjoying one young, sexy piece of ass, I might add. Play your cards right and don’t kill her, and she could serve you well for a very long time.”
Vincent thought about that.
“Impress me, Romeo. I’ll be waiting for my special package to arrive.”
Vincent disconnected the call and then turned around to give full attention to his guest. The smell of cigar smoke filled the air.
“This better work or our deal is off, Vincent,” Cornikup said to Vincent.
Vincent was so damn nervous about this guy. He had so much power and was sneaky, too. Karlicov didn’t even know how much he was about to lose.
“It will work. They’ll think it was Romeo and I who took her, and they’ll hunt for us. You be sure to do your part and don’t let them find me. Otherwise, I get to keep Nalia.”
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