Disbelief (Smirnov Bratva Book 2)
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“It’s quite convenient you being blind and all. You don’t have to see him for what he really is.” I hear the pouring of a liquid, then drinking.
“And what is he?” I argue back. Not being able to move.
“He was nothing growing up. His brother was hardly anything either. But I could see the potential there. A few years ago I started to hear stories. I thought nothing of it. They were about a man named Death. Quite fitting really… that name, considering his job…” he pauses, and something comes to my lips. He holds the glass and my mouth is assaulted with vodka, removing it once I have no choice but to drink. “So where was I, that’s right… Death. By this time, I’d been gone for a few years, never once thought about Dmitry at all. He reminds me too much of her, you see… his mother. That dark hair and dark eyes.”
“He’s beautiful,” I defend. I have no doubt he is, with eyes to see or not. Every part of his body is sculpted and perfect.
“You would think so, but you can’t see him.” He places the glass back to my lips and proceeds to make me drink more. I cough as it goes down having no choice but to swallow the burning liquid. “So, I hadn’t thought much of him. I was hearing all these stories about a man, who was so disturbed, that instead of just burning the victims he hung them up on a hook. This is the part that started me listening, what about you?”
“You’re sick!”
He places the glass back to my lips and makes me drink again. Then pulls it away again.
“Am I really? You’re the one that’s fucking him.” He laughs, but I find no humor in his words. “He hangs them by a hook, so he can drain their blood. Doing it so it’s not so messy. You know, for when he takes the saw to them.”
“Shut up!” I scream.
“He doesn’t use an electric saw. No… that would be too easy. No… instead, he uses a hand saw, just so he can hear the crunch under his hands.”
A shiver runs over me. Goosebumps form on my skin.
“What’s your point in all this?” My phone starts ringing in my bag, I try to move around to see if it’s near but his laugh forms again as I fall over. The amount of vodka affecting me now.
“He’s coming,” he says.
And I know that everything will be fine.
Chapter 24
Death aka Dmitry
Anton watches me carefully. Since that phone call, I came straight to his house, no explanation at all. He takes me to where Sebastian is, tied to the chair, blood coming from his mouth and nose. He sees me and manages to smile through the swelling. I bet he knows why I’m here. I wouldn’t have come any other way.
“You come to say goodbye?” Anton asks with a knife in his hand. Viktor is watching us both, then his phone pings and he looks down. Anton walks closely to Sebastian in the chair as Sebastian watches me, he doesn’t care for Anton. Viktor stands, and he turns his back to us.
I pull the bar from my pants and hold it in my hand. Sebastian’s eyes light up. Before Anton has the chance to turn around, I smash into the back of his head, and he drops to the floor. Viktor turns at the sound. He runs to tackle me. He’s large, so when his body comes into contact with mine I drop, but don’t lose the bar. As soon as we touch the ground, the bar comes up and I smack the back of his head. He doesn’t stop moving, so I do it again until he does.
Sebastian’s laughter fills the room as I push Viktor off of me. I don’t check to make sure they’re both breathing, right now I don’t care. Even if they are, the ending of this isn’t going to go the way I want.
“Shut up,” I say finally bringing the pole down on his skull. He drops in his chair closing his eyes as I hit him. I untie and throw him over my shoulder as I walk out the house, knowing exactly where my father is.
****
Sebastian wakes up as I pull his body from the car, he falls face first onto the gravel road out the front of the house. He stands, pushing me backward and brushing the dirt from his hands and pants.
“Why did you have to knock me out as well?” he asks hands up in the air. I shrug my shoulders and turn toward the house. The door opens, and two men step out, both dressed in suits.
“Friends of yours?” I ask Sebastian, turning back to him.
“Nope,” he says coming to stand near me. We walk up the stairs, the men block it with their bodies. One puts his hands on me and pushes me back, the other nods to Sebastian. He indicates for me to lift my arms, I look to Sebastian who’s staring at me like he knows what I’m about to do. He raises his eyebrows, and as the man drops to pat me down, I slide my gun out from under my jacket and fire off one single shot to his head. He drops, the other man is pulling his out when I shoot him straight through the head. I step over their bodies as I walk inside.
“He’s going to be pissed,” Sebastian says as we walk in. I don’t care, so I don’t bother answering. He isn’t in the main area, so we proceed to the living room where there’s no sign of them. The basement door is open, the one Sebastian used to cremate the bodies.
He points to the door saying, “Down there.”
I make him go first, and as we climb down the stairs, I can hear a whimper. Then the light flickers on and I automatically spot Pollie lying on the table that slides into the burner. My father stands behind her with a drink in his hand smiling down at her.
“She’s perfect, Dmitry. What she sees in you, I don’t understand.”
“What did she ever see in you?” I fire back to him, referring to my mother. His nostrils flare at my comment, and he throws the glass from his hand smashing it against the wall.
“No welcome back for your Padre?” he roars with much anger in his voice.
“Why? You weren’t missed by me at all,” Sebastian stays, his eyes on Pollie as we speak.
“I’ve heard how far you’ve come. I came for you, did you know that?”
“I wouldn’t go anywhere with you.”
“You prefer them,” he asks referring to Kazier.
“I prefer no one. You taught me that.”
He nods his head and I watch as his hand comes down and strokes Pollie’s skin. My skin, the skin on her face. His finger lifts a strand of her hair, lingering between his fingers.
“Don’t touch her.” I take a step forward, and he produces a knife, laying it on her bare belly. Her shirt has been pulled up, and her hands are tied down. She doesn’t move, I assume she’s asleep, but she isn’t. Her breathing is heavy. I can see that now with the rise and fall of her breasts.
“You can choose, you know? You can have her, and work for me. But if you choose them, I will slice her where she lays.” He digs the knife in slightly, pushing it down into her skin.
“Padre,” Sebastian says, finally speaking. His eyes go to him, but he doesn’t remove the knife. Before I can say or do anything, footsteps are heard echoing through from upstairs. Several of them. All our eyes focus upward.
“You brought them with you? I did warn you,” he snarls.
Before he can do anything further, a knife is through his eye, just like the one Viktor delivered last time. I don’t care how it happened, I rush straight over to Pollie, untying her and pulling her up to me. I hear Sebastian laugh, and when I turn around, I know why. Freya stands there with Elina next to her.
Not who I was expecting at all.
Freya walks down the stairs, pulling the knife from my father’s eye then cleans it on his clothes before she pockets it back into her pants. Elina runs over and starts touching Pollie’s face. Pollie pushes her hand away and starts laughing. We all look at her with wide eyes.
“Pollie, did you take anything,” Elina asks concerned.
“Nope…” she hiccups laughing. I pull her closer to me thinking she’s broken. Then I look up at the girls.
“How did you find us?”
Elina shrugs her shoulders like it was nothing. But it’s Freya who talks.
“You’re going to get your ass beat man. I saw the boys, knocked out on the floor. Wait ‘til they see you.” She laughs.
> Elina hits her arm, and Freya snorts her nose up at her. “What, it’s true… he knows it.” She shrugs her shoulders.
Sebastian walks forward and takes her hand and brings it to his busted lips. She doesn’t stop him, just watches.
“My padre may kill you as well if the boys don’t get to you first. Shoo now,” she says.
He looks back to me, with Pollie in my arms then walks away, up the stairs.
“Does Kazier know?” I ask Elina.
She touches Pollie’s hair and looks up to me. “I don’t have any say in how he runs anything, but I will tell him why you did what you did.” I nod my head in a thank you and Freya snorts.
“Your pussy isn’t gold you know.” They turn to walk up the stairs, I follow them with Pollie in my arms. She’s not saying much, but I know she’s still awake.
“It is to him.” She smirks at Freya. Freya makes choking sounds as they exit the house.
I stop just before we walk out, looking down at her. “Mine or yours?”
“Yours, but no sex.”
A smile pulls at my lips as I look down at her. “No sex. Clear?”
“No hanky-panky at all. We need to talk before we venture back down that road.”
I look to her and see her smiling. What’s wrong with her?
“Pollie, what did he give you?”
She smirks up at me. “Vodka… the Russian drink… just like you… my Russian drink… did you know all you bitches need Jesus?” I can’t help the laugh that forms after she talks non-stop. I kiss her head and place her in the car.
Chapter 25
Pollie
My head hurts badly, like shards of glass poking in my eyeballs and a pain of massive proportions pounds relentlessly inside my skull. I feel around me and know I’m in Dmitry’s bed.
As soon as I sit my stomach starts to hurt, I scream, “Bucket.”
I feel him move, my hand covers my mouth in an attempt to stop what might happen next. I feel him run and just as I bend down to throw up, a washing basket is thrust in my face and my stomach content empties all over the basket. Dmitry starts gagging as he steps away. I wipe my hand across my mouth and before I can speak I’m throwing up again. This is why I don’t drink, I can’t hold my liquor. I hear him gagging again, and he snatches the basket from my hands, and he does exactly what I just did, starts throwing up.
The laugh that comes feels good. This man, the one everyone is so scared of, is throwing up just on the basis of me throwing up. I laugh harder and hear him groan.
“This is not funny, Pollie.”
I clutch my chest—it is, it so is. He pulls my feet pulling me to the edge of the bed, and picks me up throwing me over his shoulder, smacking my ass as he walks us to his shower. He doesn’t put me down as he turns it on and climbs in with me fully clothed. Actually, when I feel the clothes, they aren’t mine. He’s dressed me in one of his shirts again.
The cold makes me shriek, as he slides me down his body, his very toned and naked body. He tells me to open my mouth when my feet touch the ground, then Listerine is in my mouth. I rinse and spit it out, and he does the same.
“Better?” he asks.
I nod my head. He pushes me back against the shower wall, pressing my arms up above my head, pushing his body onto me.
“Dmitry…” I breathe into him.
“Say it again,” he says.
“Dmitry,” I say with more oomph behind it this time.
His hands slide up and down my body, igniting everything within me. He nips at my mouth while pulling the shirt up to my neck, then he kisses his way down until his mouth is on my breast. I push my body into him, wanting more. He doesn’t hesitate and uses his hand that isn’t kneading my breast and pushes down my panties. He flicks my clit, then rubs it in circles, making me move my body on his hand to create more friction.
He moves away from me, leaving me on the wall wanting more. My panties are being pulled off, and his hands are skimming my legs, rubbing over my skin. Then his mouth is on me, down there. And I can’t help but moan so loudly that I scare myself with my own voice. I grab his hair, my fingers slip through its length easily. He licks, bites, nips until my legs start to shake, and my body no longer wants his mouth but his cock. I pull him by his hair, pushing his mouth away from me and upward. He lifts me, and in one instant he’s in me. He doesn’t move and doesn’t let me move either.
“I’ll try for you, Pollie, I’ll try anything.”
I nod my head in understanding, a tear leaving my eye.
“I know… I know,” I say taking his mouth. I start to move, he lets me. This time it’s gentle, he doesn’t slam into me, he doesn’t tell me to bite him. He just lets me ride him the way I want. But I like what he wants, so I quicken the pace. Leaning over to his shoulder, my mouth covers a mark which I know is from my mouth, then I bite, bite hard. I feel him immediately pick up, he grabs hold of my hips, pulls me up and down, and slams me onto him. Like I’m a rag doll, and it feels like heaven. So much heaven.
“Pollie…” he says my name when he’s close. I grip him harder, digging my nails into his skin. Blood coats my lips and just as he delivers the final slam of our hips meeting, my mouth detaches and I come, hard.
My body goes slack, I can’t move. It doesn’t bother him, to him I’m as light as a doll and easy to carry. He doesn’t even struggle when he reaches down to grab a towel and wrap it around my back as he carries me back to the bed. He lays me down, kisses my lips then when he opens the door to leave, I hear him gagging again. He’s removing the basket from the room, and I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
****
I wake with a hand drawing circles on my belly, I push it away and roll over trying to go back to sleep.
“I was going to steal you, and lock you up.” Dmitry’s voice filters through my sleepy brain. My breathing evens out, and he knows I’m awake now.
“You think that would have worked for you?” I ask him.
“Not in the slightest. But it was the only way I could think of keeping you.”
“You can’t force me to be with you. It has to be my decision, and mine alone.”
His fingers stop, and he lies on my stomach. “Do you know what you want?”
I shake my head, because I don’t. I still have no idea.
“What if I could persuade you…” His mouth latches on to my breast, and I laugh pulling him off.
“We need to talk. Seriously. But first I need to go home. I have to think.”
“Why can’t we talk now?”
“Okay, tell me how you feel about me?”
His body leaves mine, and he lays down next to me taking my hand in his. “Words! Why do you need them? Can’t you feel it?”
“No Dmitry, I’m a woman, it doesn’t work that way. Give me your words.”
“I don’t love you, don’t go thinking that.”
Shock, that’s all that runs through me right at this time. My hand loosens on his, but his squeezes to keep me locked tight.
“It’s so much more than that stupid word. I think you stole half of me the minute I saw you. I only feel full when you're around.”
Commence wild beating heart at his words. Like crazy beating heart, it’s pumping so hard in my chest.
“But you don’t love me?” I ask with a small smile on my face.
He nudges me with his hand. “I don’t understand that word. It was a throw around word that was used, then abused in my life. So no, I don’t love you, because I never intend to use and abuse you.”
I pull my hand free and stand. He doesn’t move, I don’t hear the bed sheets rustle at all.
“I need a standing kiss before I go,” I tell him. I need him to seal his words with those lips.
Within milliseconds his hand is touching my hip and his mouth hovers over me.
“Whether you say the word or not, cleaning up and barfing for me is love.” I chuckle just as his mouth comes over mine to shut me up. He deepens the kiss and with his hands h
e pulls every fiber of me into him. Strangling me and I strangle him back, wanting his last breath just as he is taking mine. He finishes and his forehead is leaning gently on mine.
“When are you moving in?” he asks, his lips a minuscule distance from mine. I chuckle, even though I know what he’s saying is truth. He wants that to happen more than anything.
“I still need time, Dmitry. Great sex and a confession won’t change that. I need to see if I can deal with… well, you.”
He pulls back slightly. “How long?”
Now standing in front of him, I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know.”
“I can’t take that as an answer, Pollie. I’m a creature of rhythm. I need what I do, and have to run with it just the way I like.”
“Well, you changed mine the minute you carried me from the club. I guess we’re even then.” I reach around and drop to the floor, trying to feel for my clothes. He stops me with his hands on my shoulders and presses my clothes into my chest. They smell of vodka and my face instantly grimaces at the odor.
“You don’t have to go.”
“I do. I need… just me for a bit.”
He walks away, leaving me there by myself. I get dressed and exit his house without a goodbye.
Chapter 26
Death aka Dmitry
I watch as she leaves from the couch, a taxi is already waiting out front for her. I sit in the same spot, not moving. Wondering how I can get her back without being classed as a stalker or kidnapper. Just as she pulls away, another car pulls up. I watch out the window as Anton, Viktor, and Kazier step from the car. I don’t bother moving, I don’t even care to open the door. They all walk with meaning in their step as they climb the stairs.
Kazier opens the door, he’s the first to enter. Walking in, he spots me straight away. Anton and Viktor are next. Anton cracks his knuckles, and his chin is raised high at me. Viktor glares, his lips in a curl. They stay positioned just behind Kazier, waiting for him to speak, waiting for his orders. He walks in and takes the seat opposite me. His head drops then he lifts it back up, his eyes hard.