Chapter 5
GEORGIY
That little menace, I think as I stroll through Anthony’s expansive house. It’s nothing like Mikhail’s place, although now that Angel is living there, things are becoming a little more…homey.
My mind shifts to the small house I had built on Mikhail’s land, the cozy place I designed to my very specifications.
Does Bane have somewhere like that here? I only saw his butchery beneath the floors. Dirty and damp.
Nothing at all like I’m used to.
But then again, he is nothing like what I’m used to.
When he showed up like a stowaway in the back of a car and masturbated outside my window, directly onto my plants…I knew I was going to have a problem on my hands.
And I have.
I’ve had many fucking problems since meeting him.
Not to mention the way my heart twists and hurts every time I think about what he’s been through. The trauma. The pain. The things he divulged while I tied him to the bed and slowly wrung them out of him.
And don’t even get me started on the accrued expenses. Getting that ass trademarked cost far more than I was comfortable with, but it had to be done. The tattoo only solidified it.
Something inside me twists when I think of Bane taking cock from someone else, that hole stretching around another.
No.
Absolutely not.
Mine.
Blyat. I don’t want this burden, and yet here I am—saddled with it anyway.
My dick twitches slightly when I recall the way he writhed against the bonds I trapped him in as I tattooed his perfect ass.
The way he moaned. Begged.
He has a hair trigger. I like it more than I thought I would. I usually like my fucks to be controlled, disciplined. Bane is anything but.
He’s chaotic. Wild.
I step outside of the house, the door swinging closed behind me as I take in the expansive property. There are a lot of guards walking around, guns on their waists, and a few with machine guns strapped to their backs.
I appreciate the attempt by Anthony to keep those who live here safe, but it’s not good enough. Not when Henry can sneak in and attack what’s mine without anyone noticing.
“Georgiy, you have a delivery,” Casey says, looking at me suspiciously. He has a keen eye. Mikhail making him the head of security will be much better than when his brother, Ivan, was running it. Ivan, in my opinion, is a waste of air.
“Thank you,” I say, meeting a man who is lugging several suitcases up the driveway. He’s slightly out of shape, judging by the way he’s heaving and sweating.
Men like this are always a problem.
They always cry when I take them apart. Usually, it’s better to just knock them out first and get to work.
Gives me less of a headache in the end.
“Is it all here?” I ask him, and he nods, sweat beading on his temples.
“Yeah. Suitcases full of rocks? Fuck, man. What do you have in here?”
I meet his curious stare. “Dead bodies.”
He blanches, chuckling slightly, thinking I’m kidding. And I am…mostly. But he doesn’t know that. I could have a dead body in there. I’ve done it before and will most likely do it again. Suitcases are a great way to dispose of a body.
“Yeah, all right, man.”
I don’t like being called man. I am so much more than that.
Ignoring him, I take my bags, watching through the side of my eye as Casey tips the useless bag of bones.
He doesn’t deserve it, in my opinion. He was two minutes late.
But this isn’t my residence, so I have no say over how things are run.
I can only suggest. And follow through with threats.
I roll the luggage into the house, letting a few of the guards help me up the stairs with it, and I settle my things in the room directly across from the one Bane is occupying. I refuse to sleep in the same space as him.
He has a way of wiggling himself onto me in his sleep.
I’ve never met such a cuddly murderer. My aversion to touch is going to be a problem with the way he needs to be held and stroked.
It’s annoying. Both his yearning for it and my inability to yield.
Speaking of annoying—I walk toward Bane’s room and peer inside. He’s sprawled on the bed, snoozing happily, his arms stretched out, his pink nipples puckering. Good. He actually listened to me. Which means he’ll get his reward.
I can’t even pretend to be excited by this. I simply am. I’m so glad he listened because I get my reward as well.
I work on unpacking my belongings, realizing that most of what I brought are things I can use on Bane when he misbehaves. But then again, maybe he’ll be the best boy for me while I’m here.
I scoff.
I highly doubt that.
I don’t think he has it in him.
My shoulder twinges, and I rub at it, remembering when Bane latched on to my muscle there with his teeth. Like a rabid dog, like a child wanting attention. I still have his mark on me weeks later.
It’s not the first scar on my body and certainly will not be the last.
My nostrils flare as I stand up, the contraption in both my hands.
He’s going to get what he’s asked for, what he needs.
From me.