Chapter 12
He laughed, “My darling, you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul." - Rhysand, Acotar
Mischa
I n the midst of all the many, many sensations, I flick my gaze across the room. It instantly lands on two people I didn’t expect to find in the room with the four of us. The Capo and his wife stand off to the side, or more aptly, lean. As Violet uses one hand to grip the back of the chair beside them. Matteo is firmly at her back, arms wrapped around her. One hand grips her throat just under her jaw, holding her head in place so she has no choice but to watch us in the throes of our passion. His other hand… well, he has it underneath the front of her dress. It’s shifted the material high enough I watch as his fingers shove the thin, translucent material of her tiny panties to the side and sink deep inside of her.
Her thighs clench around his hand, but he’s strong enough he manages to move them regardless. He growls something in her ear, and then she’s widening her stance, taking every thrust he gives her. It’s addicting, watching them as they watch the four of us. I almost expect them to start having sex, but they don’t. He keeps shifting his hand. Back and forth. His palm grinds over her clit before moving to push his fingers deep. He does it enough I lose count, and eventually, Violet melts in his hold, riding out her orgasm. In the next instant, he has her lifted, bridal style, as he rushes with her out of the room.
So much for being unaffected. I’d say Matteo Vendetti will be having his way with his wife in a matter of moments. He doesn’t strike me as the type to hold back from what he wants, and he no doubt enjoyed every moment of making Violet crumble to pieces with his touch. I have a feeling he’s too jealous to fuck her in the same room, so he’s carted her off to make her come for his eyes only.
After Santino finishes filling me with his cum, he rolls to the side, catching his breath. Luciano doesn’t waste any time shifting his cock from my ass to my pussy. He groans as he sinks all the way inside. “So warm and wet,” he comments, thrusting his hips forward then back, only to repeat his movements. They’re lazy, and I find myself adjusting to my side until he allows me to roll over onto my back. He momentarily pulls free, only to plunge back inside, resting his thighs between mine now. Rorik has been lying beside us, having found his pleasure in Luciano.
I eagerly open-mouth kiss along Luciano’s neck, loving the taste of his smooth skin against my tongue. He smells divine. Different from my new husband. Not better or worse, just different. They each wear cologne, both something divine to the point it’s almost dizzying as I draw in deep inhales, not able to get enough.
His chest rumbles as he quietly chuckles. “Naughty bambola, did you just sniff me?”
“Mmhm,” I shamelessly admit, doing it again. “You smell so good, it’s addicting.”
“Yeah? Your fat little pussy squeezes me in the best way each time you do that,” he comments, and I feel myself clenching around his dick. I hadn’t realized I’d been doing it, too caught up in everything else. Having him and Santino at the same time was an experience I’ll never forget. I hope we do that a lot; it felt beyond amazing to be full of both of them at the same time. I can only imagine how good it would feel to have them coming in me at the same time as well. The swelling of both of their cocks simultaneously, then the throbbing as their cum bursts free, and finally, the warm, thick wetness coating my insides as they both try to put their babies in me at the same time.
Santino moves from his spot he was lying in just above my head and rounds the bed. He stops behind Rorik, and my brother attempts to turn towards him. My husband doesn’t allow it, and soon they begin to wrestle for dominance. Ror is used to being a boss, but here, the Vendettis rule everything, and clearly, they plan to when it comes to sex as well. I love it, but it may take a little while for my brother to adjust.
Luciano and I lazily fuck, him hitting all the right places in my channel as we watch the two beside us battle it out. After a few minutes of them wrestling, Santino, still completely naked behind Rorik, gets my brother’s arms twisted up in this weird embrace until he can’t move; then Santino shifts his hips, spreading his thighs behind Ror’s. It widens his legs enough so that Santino’s hard, heavy cock can find its way between my brother’s ass cheeks. His hips thrust roughly a few times, making Rorik cry out but eventually submitting. Then, my husband shifts, one hand pressing my brother’s face into the sheet as he gets into a better position and begins really fucking him.
I won’t lie; it’s hot. I would normally be worried about my brother’s comfort, but I’ve already learned to trust Santino and Luciano. If Rorik’s taking it the way he is, then it’s because he wants to. He’s willingly submitting to my husband rather than continuing to fight.
A hand around my throat, thumb pressing my chin until I meet Luciano’s gaze, brings me back to concentrating on the two of us and no one else. “When I fuck you, bambola, you pay attention. If not, I’ll have to spank you again and not let you come,” he threatens, but I’m already transfixed back on him, so it’s unnecessary. I love the feeling of his weight pressing me into the bed, his cock filling me, knowing I’ll have his cum inside me soon as well.
“Please,” I whisper, knowing he loves for me to beg him. “Please let me have your cum. Fill me up? Make me feel needed,” I nearly plead as the smacking from Santino and Rorik echoes around us from the sweaty pounding.
He growls, so unlike Luciano, as the man always seems to scream refined gangster. “Oh, you’ll take my cum alright, there’s no doubt about it,” he promises, then reaches between us. His fingertips find my clit, pinching and circling until I’m panting. “You’ll come again before I fill you up, you hear me? Then you’ll take every drop of my cum and not spill a drop. I want every ounce kept inside this tight, wet pussy.” I nod and lift my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. His fingers feel too good on my clit, dizzying so.
“Oh, I’m going to…” I moan, then cry out with a rush. The release is swift and powerful, to the point my vision blurs. I see spots as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, making every inch of my body tingle in delight. I’ve come so many times tonight, I’ve lost count. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine my wedding night including two strong, sexy, powerful Vendettis.
“ H ave you spoken to Papa?” I find myself asking Rorik a week after our father left the Estate. I should be wrapped up in post-wedded bliss, and I am, but I’m also worried after Papa was shot. He may act like he’s young and strong, but the reality of the matter is he’s not. Toss in the fact both of his children are no longer in Russia with him, and it makes my stomach hurt thinking about him being lonely.
“Da, sister. He’s good.”
“What do you mean he’s good? He was just shot not long ago and then had to leave his two favorite people in the whole world,” I respond, a bit dramatically. Nothing Ror isn’t used to dealing with already, though. “There’s nothing for him to be happy about.”
His brow jumps as he takes in my messy hair and frazzled expression. “You didn’t get much sleep again, am I right? Did your marito keep you busy?”
“You’re starting to sound like them.”
He leans in, voice low as he states, “We are them now. Besides, you know more Italian than I do.”
I shrug. “Back to our father. What do you know?”
He rolls his eyes. “I’m not sure if I’m supposed to tell you.”
“Don’t try pulling any of this secretive crap on me now; we’re a team. You and me.”
“And our husbands.”
“Yes, but Santino hasn’t shared anything to do with business.”
“He doesn’t strike me as the type to involve his sweet, innocent wife.”
I snort. Innocent. Sure. The things we’ve been doing since the night we were engaged have been far from innocent. The wedding night solidified I married into a family of freaks, and I mean that in the best sort of way. “Tell me, or I’ll call Papa myself, and we both know it’ll only make him miss me more.”
He sighs, moving away from the view and sits back down on the chair next to me. We’re on one of the balconies having tea, enjoying the portable heaters the staff was kind enough to get warmed up when I asked this morning. I’m still in my luxurious white velvet robe, trimmed in some type of fur Luciano so sweetly surprised me with one evening after he insisted I soak in the tub to rest my muscles. My clothes are beside the point, my brother is stalling, and I don’t like it one bit. We don’t keep things from each other, he and I always stick together; it’s the reason why we’ve always been best friends, not only twins. “Why do I feel like you won’t let this go until I tell you what I know?”
“Probably because it’s true. You should know better by now.”
“I’m trying not to upset my husband.”
“Well, also try not to piss your favorite sister off as well.”
“My only sister,” he grumbles quietly. He flicks his gaze out across the vast grounds, momentarily taking in the white winter wonderland. “I want to bring them to see our castle,” he says absently, and I find myself tapping my fingers on the table, attempting to remain patient as he works through whatever he’s got on his mind. I know him well enough to be confident he’ll spill. He sighs again. “Fine, Mischa. At least pretend like you don’t know,” he says, and it takes everything in me not to squeal in triumph and jump over to hug him. Instead, I stay quiet, waiting.
“Papa is working with the Capo to find a specific Irishwoman. From my understanding, she’s in charge of the faction that causes the Vendetti family so many issues. Supposedly, she’s set up various explosions, ruining several of their properties. Her brother was sent to Chicago to stir up problems and nearly killed Dante’s wife.”
“Seriously?” I gasp.
He shrugs, leaning back in his chair. He sips from his tea and continues. “Supposedly there was an ambush, and he fired on Dante and his wife. There’s more. Valentino was caught fucking the woman—the one in charge.”
“No!” I whisper-shout, shocked to my core. These mafia men don’t strike me as the type to fall for the enemy. I bet Matteo was positively boiling mad when he found one of his own brothers with his enemy. I’m a little surprised the brother is still alive. I know they claim family is everything to them, but fucking the enemy who’s been killing your own crew kind of pushes things into a gray area. If it were one of Papa’s brothers, they’d already be dead.
He nods. “They believe she’s the one who set up the ambush outside the gates; that she’s to blame for Papa getting shot and his men being murdered.”
“But…why? She has to know pissing off the Vendettis is a death wish.” I take a sip of the hot tea, unable to glance away from Rorik. This news has me fully invested.
“Dante killed her brother in Chicago when he went after his wife. It’s this big thing spanning over years that I’ve only managed to catch bits and pieces of in conversations. They’ve shown me trust, but I’m not completely in with the brothers yet. It’ll take time for them all to fully trust me and share backstory on everything.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I think over everything Rorik has shared. The Irish are gunning heavily for the most powerful mafia name in America. “There has to be more to it we don’t know about. It’s too much for an Irish faction to risk certain death over.”
“I agree. The only thing making any sense is if there’s a history we don’t know about. Anyway, Papa’s staying busy trying to hunt this woman down for Matteo. If it weren’t for the distraction, we’d be hearing from Papa daily. Or he’d already be on his way back to check in with us.”
“He’s a good father. Don’t get me wrong, I was going stir crazy stuck in the house with him, but I will miss having him nearby—our dinners and vacations. He meddles, but he spoils us.”
My brother nods, his lips tipping up, remembering the same fond memories as I am. “He’ll be back for a visit before we know it. Maybe it’s all the more reason to take our husbands to visit Russia.”
“With everything going on, I doubt we’ll be flying around the world anytime soon. I’d love nothing more than to go on a tropical honeymoon, but Santino’s constantly distracted with work. He’s always checking in with his brothers, so I know something’s up.”
He nods. “Well, now you know why. They’ve been hunting. With the threat here during our wedding, is it any surprise they want to put an end to this and fast? Someone breached their walls for the first time, ever, that I know of, without them being prepared. It has the Capo foaming at the mouth, ready to spray anyone down with bullets should he find them.”
I lean back in my chair, the weight of Rorik's words hanging heavy in the air. The family has been on high alert, the tension almost palpable. I knew it had to be something serious going on behind the scenes with the threat of the Irish mob looming over us like a dark cloud. “We can't just sit back and do nothing,” I reply, my voice firm with determination. I am the daughter of a Bratva Pakhan, after all. I may have been taught to stay safe, but I also have the need for vengeance running through my veins where my family is concerned. “I may not be a part of the Vendetti Empire’s family business, but I won't stand idly by either.”
Rorik grows more serious, leaning in while all traces of the gossiping brother from moments before are wiped clean. His eyes shine with a mixture of admiration and concern. “You’re too brave for your own good, Mischa. This isn’t an ordinary situation we're dealing with; we’ve barely married into the family. If you think they’ll put up with us poking our noses in what they consider none of our business, you’re wrong. I love you, sister, but have you forgotten which family you got us tied to?”
A smirk graces my lips as I take another sip of my tea. “I know exactly who I got us tied to, the most powerful mafia family in America. I told you I wanted to wear their ring, to be one of them, to have their power.”
“Why do I not like the sound of this? What are you planning?”
Unfazed by his skepticism, I lean forward, the fire of determination licking up my spine. “I’m not planning anything we can’t handle; we’re too smart for this. We have resources, connections. We can make a move without our dear husbands being the wiser,” I explain, my voice unwavering. “We need to gather intel, learn what the Irish are planning next and how it could affect us. And then... we hit them first, before they have a chance to realize we’re a step ahead of them.”
Rorik studies me for a moment, his expression hesitant. Once I’ve set my mind on something, there’s no changing it, and he knows it. With a resigned sigh, he eventually gives in and nods. “Alright, I'm with you on this. Promise me we’ll be vigilant; we can’t afford to get caught meddling.”
I stand up, the soft clink of my teacup against the saucer echoing in the stark silence between us as he waits for me to speak. “Always,” I reassure him before heading toward the door. I flick my gaze at him once more before stepping inside, a plan already forming in my mind. The first thing?
I need to get access to the dark web again. And who better to help me than an unsuspecting new sister-in-law?