Dismissed (Smirnov Bratva Book 4)

by T. L Smith

  I smirk, despite the actual conversation being so serious. He hangs up the phone, looks back to the door and then to me. “I’m staying the night.” I thought he was anyway, so I just shrug my shoulders, turn around and walk up the stairs.

  “Lock the door, please?”

  He does so then follows me up. My room is almost completely furnished, I just have to buy new bedding then it’s complete. The large king-sized bed sits in the middle of the room. Behind it is a camouflaged walk-in robe and dressing room. To the right is the en-suite. The walls are painted in a deep red, and the furniture is dark mahogany wood with gold handles. The room borders on masculine, but the chandelier-style lighting, trinkets, throws, and pillows give it that feminine touch. Leaving the door open, I sit on the bed and wait for him to come in. He stands at the door, his body leaning on the frame as he watches me.

  “I’m still waiting for that kiss.”

  “Are you sure you’re ready for what follows that kiss?”

  I know where it leads, I’m not dumb. And I do think I’m ready. Possibly.

  “Slow, let’s take it slow.”

  He steps in, shutting the door behind him. “I don’t do slow… but for you, I’ll try.”

  I nod my head and pull my shirt off, I have no bra on so my boobs are free the minute it’s off. I stand, shimmying my pants down, so they drop around my ankles.

  “That’s not slow, that’s fast,” he says with a chuckle.

  “I like the way you see me, it makes me feel sexy,” I tell him as I scoot back onto the bed.

  “That’s because you are sexy.”

  “It’s different when you see me to when others see me.”

  Anton removes his shoes, then his shirt. Oh, how I’ve missed that part of him. My heart beats hard with each step he takes closer to me, then he leans down when he’s in front. His lips touch mine, and he pushes me back, so he hovers over me. Then he’s gone just as fast as he was there, walking back to turn off the light.

  “Not tonight.” I shake my head. “Not tonight, Sam, you’re shaking.”

  I look down to my hands. They are, and I didn’t even notice. He pulls back the covers and crawls into bed with me while I’m still naked, drawing me into him. Anton’s cock is rock hard, and it’s pressed against my ass. I want to rock into it, but something stops me from doing so. He kisses just below my ear and holds me tight. It isn’t too long before I hear his soft snore, then mine follows not too much time after.

  ***

  I wake to a slight nudge of my hips, then a hard hand on my hip. My eyes open and I remember I’m completely naked with Anton behind me. I go to move, but I end up wiggling instead to move his hand without waking him.

  “You’re wiggling your ass on my cock, woman. Fucking nice way to wake up.”

  Turning to face him, his eyes are still closed, so I lean over and kiss his lips, just the sides of them, then his eyes which are still closed. I’m horny, just from that action alone, so I slide under the covers more and lay, so I’m on top of him. His hands slide down my back, and over my ass. Then his eyes open, his beautiful golden brown eyes look up to me.

  “I could wake up to this every day,” he says, nudging me, and I nudge him back. The friction making me wet. Reaching between us, I search for his cock, pulling it free from its confines within his trousers that he slept in last night.

  “Fuck, woman,” he growls as I hold it then slide it between my legs. I grind on it, creating friction, and the tip teases my entrance with each grind. I want it in, but I want to tease him a bit more first. He pulls my hair backward so he can kiss my neck as I keep on moving, then he works his tongue into my mouth. His kisses are wet and passionate, crazy and addictive just as we are right now. Taking a deep breath as he lets go of my hair, I bend my back then slide down on him, letting him enter me and making me gasp. The feeling is all too much, and again not enough. His large girth fills me, and I can’t get enough of him. I want more. He knows this because his hands start working my hips, dragging me up and down, so I slide on his cock while I try to gather myself. Then I take over, sitting upward, my hair falling down my back as I start moving. My orgasm builds fast, this position always works for me and consistently makes me come quickly. Especially with Anton, as he reaches all those perfect places as we fuck.

  “Fuck, I love… this—” I stop myself from saying him, and I’m hoping he didn’t hear or click on to what almost fell out of my mouth, but before I can dwell on it too much, it hits me. His hands take control and rock me back and forth so fast that waves crash over me, and I collapse onto his chest with him still inside me. We’re both breathing hard, too tired to move and knowing I should. A loud bang comes on the door, and we both turn toward it.

  “Five minutes, Anton,” Kazier yells.

  “How did he get in?” I ask, shocked.

  Anton scratches his chin. “We all share keys, no one else but us, it’s for security measures.”

  Looking back to Anton, I slide off of him and stand to go to the bathroom to wash myself off. He grabs my hand pulling me around, so my body slams back into him. I’m unsure of how I feel about other men having keys to my house, but extra security is always a plus, I guess. Especially knowing these men, they would only enter if they needed him or to help me, or so I’m hoping.

  “Don’t think I didn’t hear your words.” He kisses my lips then drops his hands from my body as he reaches for his clothes to go to Kazier.

  “Will you be back later?”

  Anton looks up as he slides his trousers on. “Yes.”

  I nod my head and tell him, “I have to work.”

  “I’ll be waiting out front when you finish. Have Raven drop you off.” He picks up his cell phone then walks to the door.

  I watch as he leaves, pulling his shirt on as he goes, and I wonder if he will love me back, especially considering he doesn’t believe in love.

  Chapter 25

  Anton

  He’s pissed off at me again, this time though I didn’t kill anyone, I just tried to get someone else to do it for me. Which he failed and fucking turned me in for. Maybe I should kill Death and dice him up in his own fucking basement.

  “Stop thinking about killing Death,” Viktor grumbles to me. Death shakes his head as he sits down at his table.

  “I didn’t kill anyone, I’ve been good,” I grumble.

  Pollie went out, so no one is in the house, it’s just us.

  “I know, though you wanted to last night. You even tried to have someone else do it for you.”

  I roll my eyes. “I fucking should of,” I complain.

  “He’s been investigating you,” Kazier says, throwing a file on the table. Looking down at it, I notice my name on the cover.

  “No one is dead. I haven’t killed anyone… yet,” I say, pushing it away. “He has nothing.”

  “He’s trying to find something to pin on you… that is precisely his partner.”

  I smirk. “He won’t find him,” I say, looking back to Death, who just nods his head in confirmation.

  “It’s not a matter of who he will find.” Kazier shakes his head. “That’s what we’re good at, but being good at something and being smart is two completely different things. Are you both?”

  “I’m both,” I reply to him.

  “Good, be fucking smart. Now grab your shit, you’re coming with me.”

  Following him out, we walk to the car. He doesn’t speak, just punches in the address for us to go. It happens a lot with who we are—the competition. Others wanting to take over our deals. Most of the time it’s just a small gang thinking they can overrun us. Sometimes it’s a proper threat that needs to be dealt with. This one warranted enough concern that Kazier himself is coming out to check on what’s going on. We reach the destination, and it’s quiet. There are a few black cars similar to the one we’re in parked in the open garage. Kazier gets out, and just as his feet hit the ground, my eyes go up, and everything happens in slow motion. A man, a huge man, steps
out of the car and faces us, his face covered in tattoos and he has a large gun in each hand. A smirk touches his face as he lifts them up, facing them toward us, and starts firing.

  Kazier’s already out of the car, so I dash out also and get down behind it for cover.

  Kazier reaches for his gun, and his eyes fall on me. “Where the fuck is your gun?” he screams at me.

  I shrug my shoulders. “You told me to not kill anyone.”

  “Fuck,” he swears, looking around. “Kill them all,” he says with a wave of his hand.

  Those words are all it takes for me to reach into the car, feel under my seat, and pull out two guns because they’re always strapped there just in case. Kazier watches me, I can feel his eyes on me. Our car is totaled, there are bullet holes everywhere. The firing isn’t directed at me, it’s all pointed at Kazier. That’s the reason he isn’t allowed to go anywhere by himself. Yes, he can handle himself, but one person against multiple isn’t logical. Plus, we’re family. There’s no escaping that. We chose this life. Even if it were forced upon us, we would still choose it. It’s what we’re good at, it’s what we’ll always be good at. That’s why I don’t think twice about stepping out from behind the car that’s being shot up with hundreds of bullets.

  Kazier yells my name again. I’m fast, not as fast as a fucking bullet, but I’m pretty fucking fast. They don’t see me or their aim has gone to shit because I make it behind the first car without a scratch on my body. Sneaking up behind a short redheaded man who seems to be trigger-happy is easy. One pull of the trigger and he falls flat on the ground. The others don’t hear it because their own guns are making too much noise. One starts yelling above the firing, taunting him, trying to gain Kazier’s attention.

  The gunfire slows down, and I take a peek at the car to make sure he’s still alive. I see the tip of his gun as he starts shooting, and sneak around to the next car. Before I can pull the trigger, he turns, surprise written over his face. He yells a name that I’m not sure of, then I pull the trigger, watching as he drops the same as the last one.

  Gunfire goes silent.

  One more car is to my left, but my cell starts ringing in my pocket. Usually, I’d ignore it, but I didn’t have Sam in my life. The vibration is against my leg, so with one gun in one hand I look down, contemplating answering it, then I look back up.

  “It could be easy. Why must you make it difficult?” a voice yells.

  “Anton, I’m getting sick of this,” Kazier’s voice booms over the car.

  The shuffle of feet is what I hear as I look down to my leg, I want to answer my damn cell.

  “You,” one yells, right behind me. I drop to the ground aiming directly at the voice and shooting. By my count, there should only be one gunman left.

  “One left,” I yell.

  I can’t resist and answer the phone, “Hello.”

  “Tell me you didn’t answer your damn phone,” Kazier yells.

  “Anton, it’s Raven. Can you come to the hospital? It’s Sam.”

  My phone drops from my hand, and I turn watching as Kazier starts moving, then look to our car. It’s fucked. I need a car. Walking behind the car I’m taking shelter behind now, I move to the last one, but the guy has his eyes on Kazier. I take his knees out from under him, firing fast, and putting one bullet in each leg. Then I pat him down to find his keys, pulling them from his pocket and getting into his car.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Kazier asks, standing over a moaning Hulk of a man on the ground. I don’t answer him and just drive away with my heart in my fucking feet. Reaching for my cell, I had picked it up off the ground earlier and called Death. He answers straight away, tells me he’s on his way then I start moving, knowing that Kazier won’t be here alone long. I’ll pay that price later.

  “Why the fuck is she at the hospital?” I moan to myself.

  I should have asked, but words weren’t forming. I need to get there, and now.

  Her heart?

  It’s all that’s on my mind.

  She hasn’t told me yet, but I know about it because Freya told me. She said it was meant to be good, so why is she in the hospital?

  The car squeals all the way there, obviously bullets have pierced something. The moment I come to a stop and jump out to run inside to find her, someone steps in my way.

  “Detective, move.”

  He shakes his head at me.

  “I knew you would come.” He looks behind him—that’s his first mistake. My gun is raised and pointed directly at his face, and when he turns back to me, the shock is evident. His eyes are wide, and he’s looking at me like he can’t believe what I’m doing.

  “Do I need to make you move, detective? The same way your partner did? Because that could be a trip you may not want to take.”

  Mitchell’s hands raise, and he steps back. I see it before he does it, he tries to take the gun from my hands, but he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that years of practice have made me a master.

  Viktor could never beat me. You see I’m fast. Faster than most. This is how I now have hold of his neck with my gun pointed at his cock before he can even touch my gun.

  “You chose the wrong answer.” He shakes his head. “I don’t have time for this.” I click the safety off the gun ready to move and shoot so I can get inside the fucking building.

  “Drop it, Anton.” Viktor’s voice is behind me. I do as he says, not because I want to but because this is taking up too much of my time when all I want is to get inside.

  “Deal with him,” I say, pointing to the detective then walking off.

  The doors open and I run to the first nurse I see. Sam’s name falls from my lips, and she shakes her head, having no idea. Then I ask for Raven because this is the hospital she works at.

  “Anton…” I turn at the sound of Raven’s voice.

  “Where is she?”

  She scrunches her brows together. “She’s fine, just a check-up. I just wanted to see if you could give her a lift.”

  My breath leaves me in full force, and I slump.

  “What did you think? You hung up on me pretty fast.”

  “Her heart…” I say to her.

  Raven’s eyes widen in understanding. “She finally told you?” she smiles.

  “No, she didn’t. Freya did.”

  “Oh…” She looks behind her. “Maybe don’t say that to her.” She steps to the side and Sam walks up to me, smiling.

  “Hey, thanks for coming to get me. Raven said she was going to call you. You got here super-fast.” I look back to Raven who just shakes her head slightly then back to Sam.

  “You okay?” I ask instead.

  “Yeah, let’s talk outside.” She takes my hand in hers, waves to her sister, and we head off outside. She looks around for my car. Fuck.

  “Where’s your car?”

  “It’s…”

  “Hey,” Viktor calls.

  “Viktor drove.”

  She looks up at him then back to me. “I had a heart transplant, it was only a check-up,” she says quickly, like she couldn’t wait to get the words out.

  “And you’re good?”

  She nods her head. “Yes, it’s been a few years now, but everything’s great.” She looks back to Viktor then to me. “Wait... is that all you want to ask? Most people want the whole story and the history?”

  We start making our way to Viktor.

  “It’s not always about the details that define you.”

  She smirks as I open the car door, getting in with her.

  “Kazier said he’s going to shoot you a new hole for rushing off the way you did. And the fucking car is fucked, next time I’m not coming to get your ass.”

  I cringe. Fucking Viktor.

  “What car did you come in then?”

  We all look over at the car I stole to come here, and there are two of our men getting in it to destroy it.

  “I may have been on a job.”

  She gasps. “You knew, didn’t you?”


  I nod my head.

  “About my heart?” she asks to confirm.

  “I knew.”

  She pulls her hand back, so it goes in her lap. “You fuckhead, don’t lie to me again.” She spits out.

  I smirk, that’s the Sam I know.

  Viktor laughs loudly.

  “Keep her, will ya? Someone needs to whip your ass in shape.”

  “I plan to,” I say, turning to her and licking up the side of her neck, making her shiver.

  She has me fucked, and it happened just as I thought it would.

  I crashed.

  Chapter 26

  Samara

  He knew, how long for I didn’t ask. But the bastard knew and never told me. I guess it’s payback for not telling him in the first place.

  We arrive back at my new place with Viktor driving off and leaving us. The moment the door is closed, I turn to face him, my hands go to his chest, and I start pushing him back. We step in sync until his back hits the door then I run my hands up and down his torso, then down until my hand touches his cock in his trousers. He lets out a soft moan of pleasure as I lean up to his ear and whisper, “Don’t fucking lie to me again.”

  Anton lied and didn’t even apologize for it. His lip twitches up at me before he makes his move, pushing me back, my hand dropping from his cock.

  “You, my kitten, don’t like to play fair, but I’m going to tell you a secret...” he leans in, so his mouth is inches from mine, “… neither do I.” Then he kisses me, taking my breath for himself.

  Is that what he does to me? Steals from me as if I’m handing it to him on a platter. Maybe I am because I don’t seem to say no to him. Possibly because I never want to when it comes to him touching me.

  Anton’s hands drop to the hem of my dress, and he lifts it up, then pulls my G-string down. His mouth leaves mine as he drops to his knees making me lift one foot to remove them. His mouth starts kissing up my leg, then he touches my clit, and he blows on it softly followed by a lick, gripping my ass with his hand and squeezing my ass cheeks. His breathing is heavy, and each breath that’s directed at me intensifies the pleasure, making me open my legs wider for him. One hand leaves my ass to come around, so he brings his index finger to his mouth and sucks it in his mouth then popping it free so it’s wet. He smirks, but his eyes are on me as he inserts it. My breathing becomes hard and erratic, my chest rising and falling fast.