5. Yuri
FIVE
Yuri
I stare at Nikolai through the flimsy glass. For some reason, the prison guards don’t trust the two of us in the same room, so we can’t have nice intimate chats like some of the other prisoners do with their friends.
The plastic telephone receiver is heavy and familiar in my hand.
“I’m out next week,” I tell him, as if he doesn’t know already. “You didn’t have to show up here.”
“Well,” he says, flashing me a grin that looks… nervous somehow. “I had something I wanted to tell you before you got out. We, ah, acquired something you might be interested in.”
I give him a bored look. I don’t like the uncertain tone. That means he thinks I’m not going to like whatever it is.
“I’ve been stuck here for the past two years,” I say, switching to Russian, motioning around me. “Whatever you got me, it’s gotta be more interesting than the same ol’ shit I’ve been dealing with here .”
Yeah, the feds probably have Russian-speakers on hand, but I know that none of the local guards understand more than da and nyet . If they did, they would have been a lot more offended when I cursed them out in Russian .
Nikolai’s Russian has come a long way in the years I’ve known him, and he replies in kind, “Probably. I doubt you’ve seen anything like this, for instance.”
He slides a folder through the slot beneath the glass, and I quirk a brow before slowly opening it to see a positively pornographic picture of cum dripping out of a woman’s well-fucked cunt.
It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to see any kind of porn, and while I’ve messed around with other prisoners to get the edge off, it’s nothing compared to this beauty of a wrecked hole.
This is, of course, not allowed, but Nikolai could’ve charmed anyone into letting him bring it through.
“Nice,” I say, trailing my finger over the picture. I flip to the next picture. Somebody is holding her legs up, and from how large and hairy that arm is, my bet is Kotya. “Wish I’d been there. Did she scream when Kotya impaled her?”
“She screamed when we marked her,” Nikolai says slyly — though I can still see the tension in his shoulders. He’s still holding something back. “Because she is ours now. Mine, Kotya’s… yours, too.”
That has me raising my brows. “Really? You just picked a random cunt off the streets and claimed her? What if I don’t like her?” I flip to the next picture, which is of the brand right above her bare breast.
At least her tits are nice, too. Not too large, not too small. A perfect little handful. That’s always been my type.
Nikolai hesitates. “Keep going,” he tells me, evading the question as he gestures to the folder.
I shrug and go through a few more pictures of the girl’s body. Something nags at me though, something familiar about her size and frame. It’s the swell of her breasts, the curve of her ass.
The last picture is the only one that has her face on it.
The blood freezes in my veins.
“What the fuck?” I say, staring down at the face of Sierra Winters. She’s not wearing makeup, there are tears streaking her cheeks, and her black hair is shorter than the last time I’d seen her, but that is definitely her .
“Surprise?” Nikolai ventures tentatively.
I look incredulously up at him.
He hurries to go on. “She’s helping us with an… investigation.”
That doesn’t explain the pictures of her cunt or the brand. I highly doubt she’d have agreed to either unless it was under duress, but there’s only so much Nikolai can tell me now.
There are no words to describe just how often I’ve thought of Sierra Winters while I was locked up. Most of the time I was having a lonely wank, I was imagining wrecking her. Sometimes I’d include Kotya and Nikolai in my fantasies, but Sierra was the star. I’ve come up with so many different ways I could torment her, fuck her, absolutely ruin her.
Maybe if her brother Sean hadn’t told me he’d kill me if I laid a single hand on her, maybe if he hadn’t screwed me over and landed me in jail for showing the slightest bit of interest in her, I would have gotten over her.
Instead, my desires had festered. Who else was I going to think about in here, where the only people around me are ugly-ass men with broken noses and scarred-up faces?
“You fucked her without me?” I growl at Nikolai. “What the fuck. You just decided she was ours but you didn’t even ask me?”
“It wasn’t something we planned,” Nikolai protests in a rush, though he at least has the grace to look abashed. “An opportunity to recruit her came up, and we took it. She needed to learn her place quickly.”
“So much for us being a team,” I lash out. “Fucking hell. You could have given me a heads up before you started fucking our enemy.”
My obsession .
Fuck. They don’t know how much I’ve coveted her. I kept it a secret, because it’s not like I could act on it while in prison. Before, when we were still on semi decent terms with the Winters, I’d thought about approaching Petrov and seeing if he could negotiate to have Sierra given to… well, probably not me. But Kotya, at least, and Kotya would have shared .
Kotya could have filled her up, made her belly swell, and made beautiful children with her.
“We are a team!” Nikolai says, running a hand through his hair. “We took pictures so you could see. We told her about you. She is nervous about meeting you.”
I highly doubt nervous is the right word for how she feels.
“She just rolled over for you?” I ask, trying to tamp down on my anger. “She’s a fucking whore slut who spreads her legs for every man who looks at her?”
Nikolai scoffs, and I can see him choosing his words carefully, aware as I am of cameras and listening devices. “She understands her place in our household. You will see, Yura.”
I know I should be glad about this turn of events. When I get out of here in six days—not even a week!—I’ll get to wreck her pussy like I’ve always dreamed of.
But they started without me. They took Sierra Winters and branded her and they didn’t even bother to ask me first.
Out of sight, out of mind.
“Whatever,” I say with a scoff. I slide the pictures back to Nikolai via the little drawer. “Anything else I need to know about? You all moved house? Got a pet dog?”
“The only pet we got is the one we will share with you.” He pauses, though, admitting, “Things have changed over the past two years, but nothing is unrecognizable. And if you want a dog, we will get one for you, but I think our new… acquisition is better than a mutt.”
“I didn’t say I wanted a fucking dog,” I growl back.
My anger comes through in my voice, and the guard in the back corner takes notice.
“Is there a problem, Yashin? Or do I need to cut your call short?” the guard calls out. The other inmates who are taking their calls turn to look at me.
I resist the urge to flip the guard off. I’ve got to stay on my best behavior if I’m going to get out of here in a week. It goes against everything I stand for, and I’m tempted to mouth off at the guard anyway, but now I know there’s something extra waiting for me when I get out.
“Everything’s fine,” I answer in my accented English. “He just told me my bitch ex slept with my brother.”
The guard eyes me, and I can tell he’s wondering if that’s really what Nikolai said. He obviously doesn’t care enough to question me, though, and he shrugs before going back to observing the other prisoners.
Nikolai snorts, but then his expression gets more serious. “Yura, are you really upset with us? We didn’t think you’d mind us testing her out.”
“I’m not upset,” I lie.
Nikolai clearly doesn’t believe me. He only watches me.
“It doesn’t matter what I think,” I amend, looking away from him. “You did it already.”
“Yura…” Nikolai sighs. “Is there something you need to tell me about this girl? It’s not like you think we’ve been celibate without you.”
“It’s not because you fucked her,” I snap. “It’s because you claimed her. That’s fucking permanent, and I didn’t get a vote because I’m here, so I guess you two just fucking forgot about me. I end up in here, so that means I’m not important enough anymore to even?—”
“Yashin!” the guard interrupts. “That’s it, you’re done. Hang up and get out of here before I drag you out in cuffs.”
I was yelling. Fuck. I slam the receiver onto its holder and get up.
Nikolai is scowling at me now, and I can only imagine what he wants to say to me.
Probably something like, stop acting like a little bitch .
I head to the door, where the guard is glaring. “You’re on thin ice, Yashin.”
“Good thing I know how to skate,” I answer glibly. The guard backhands me for the backtalk, but I was expecting that.
The pain is something more immediate I can focus on .
A second guard leads me back to my cell, threatening to tase me the entire time. I think they’d call that police brutality or whatever, like there’s ever an expectation of a nice time in prison.
Lucas is already in the cell, reading a magazine on the lower bunk, because he never gets visitors. He takes one look at me and sits up. “Uh-oh. Bad news?”
I shrug and look over my shoulder, but the guard doesn’t linger after he locks up. I go to sit next to Lucas.
“No. Just updates.” I don’t really want to tell him about the arrangement I have with Kotya and Nikolai. Yeah, people exchange handjobs and fuck each other in prison, but nobody admits to being gay or bisexual.
None of the fuckers here need to know that about me.
“What are you reading?” I ask instead, peering at his magazine.
He eyes me, but he doesn’t press, which is one of the things I do like about my bunkmate. He shows me the cover of the magazine, where a woman in a bikini is standing in front of a sports car. “The closest we get to porn in this place,” he jokes. “Half-naked women and cars.”
“Too bad the woman is in the way,” I joke back. “I know you’d rather fuck the car.”
“Well, have you seen the fucking car?” Lucas banters back. “Custom mods on a fucking Ferrari. Who would you think has the balls to do that?”
In terms of cell mates, I could do worse than Lucas. I have done worse, in fact, with the guy who came before him. But the past few months have been a little better with somebody to talk to, and aside from simultaneous wank sessions, he keeps his dick to himself. I don’t know if that’s because he’s just that committed to his heterosexuality or if he’s actually more into cars than women.
If he spoke Russian, that would be even better, but my attempts to teach him have gone nowhere.
“If you’re buying a Ferrari, you have the money to add custom mods,” I suggest, grabbing for the magazine. “What page? Did they give the wheels purple rims? ”
“Rose gold,” he says. “Page 57. They painted the damn thing green .”
I flip to the page, and make a face when I see the abomination of a car. I skim some of the article, but I can’t read English as fast as I do Russian, and sometimes I still confuse the letters and try to read them as they would be in Cyrillic. Who came up with the idea of having ‘P’ be pronounced as a ‘pah’ sound anyway?
“The owner likes… who are the Rackers?” I ask, pointing at the page. Then I correct myself. “The Packers .”
“The Green Bay Packers. They’re a football team, and their jerseys are green,” Lucas says, grinning at me. “Which you’d know if you joined in the conversations about football.”
“That’s an American game. Nobody outside of the U.S. plays American football. Which does not even use feet.” The banter is making some of my anger fade away, at least, and arguing about what a real sport is distracts me from thinking about how Kotya and Nikolai claimed Sierra without me.
They even fucking branded her! That’s more than just a quick fuck.
Maybe they’ll knock her up, and Kotya will get the heir he deserves while I’m abandoned and forgotten.
Lucas launches into an explanation about why it’s called football, which is a conversation we’ve had before. It still doesn’t make sense to me, and the familiarity of it should be soothing, but I can’t stop thinking about the pictures.
Did she go meekly, or did she fight them when they approached her? Did she moan or did she scream? Did Kotya’s massive cock make her cry?
I’d met her only a handful of times. She wasn’t supposed to be there the first time, but she’d come home unexpectedly while Sean Winters and I were discussing terms for a joint shipment. Sean had tried to kick her out of the room very fast, but she’d been interested enough in what she’d seen of me to hang around for a few minutes.
We’d had an instant connection, one I know I hadn’t imagined. She’d been just as intrigued by me as I had been with her, but look at where that had led: to me getting sent to fucking prison .
All I’d done to compromise our tenuous alliance was to bring her flowers. Beautiful flowers. Adventurous flowers, for the woman I’d been sure would be adventurous enough to play with me, Kotya, and Nikolai.
“Stay the fuck away from my sister, Yashin, or I’ll kill you,” Sean had said with a level of anger I hadn’t been expecting. I’d known they wouldn’t really want someone like me trying to court his younger sister, but that…
“Yuri?” Lucas’s voice breaks into my thoughts. “Earth to Yuri. I knew you weren’t paying attention when I started talking about how football is superior to any Russian sports.”
I shake my head to throw off the memories. “Ice hockey is superior to American football. Ice skating is superior. And the entire world prefers real football.” I grin at him. “Americans only care about sports they excel in, which is why they only play sports nobody else does. They know they would lose otherwise.”
Lucas laughs, then he sobers. “I’m gonna miss you, Yuri,” he says seriously, looking at me. “Even if I can’t understand what you’re saying when you get pissed off or excited about something. What are you looking forward to most when you get out of this joint?”
“Good vodka,” I say. “Or bad vodka. Any vodka.”
It’s not the truth, but I can’t exactly tell him I’m looking forward to wrecking a girl’s pussy, one my boss and my friend had already completely destroyed.
“You’re a walking stereotype,” Lucas says, grinning at me. “Don’t forget about me when you’re out, da ?”
I snort and lightly shove his shoulder. “Never. When you’re out in a few months, look me up. I know of some places that could use a man of your skills.”
Lucas’s eyes gleam. “I’m turning over a new leaf,” he says dryly. “I’m gonna be the best, most law-abiding citizen there ever was.”
I laugh, because of course I don’t believe him. A man who has already stolen over twenty cars is unlikely to stop now. “Of course. Well, if you don’t need a job, I don’t mind having friends, either,” I answer. “I like to take care of my friends. ”
“I can always use friends in low places,” he says, elbowing me in the side.
Maybe I do need to start making a lot more friends. After all, Kotya and Nikolai can’t be counted on to keep me in mind.
At least I’ll get to take my frustrations out on Sierra when I get out of here.
It’ll be interesting to see what she’s become.