Chapter Eleven
In which a Bratva Vor’s work is never done.
Roman…
The night before…
"What did you get from him?"
I'm pacing my bedroom, itching to be in the basement of Gordi's sandwich shop, beating the fuck out of the guy who shot at me tonight.
But I can't.
Even though I have guards I could leave here to watch over Violet and her sisters, my pull to her is like gravity, inexorable, and relentless.
Is she tackling paperwork for the shelter?
She gets a little frown every time she opens her excel spreadsheets.
Or asleep, sprawled across her mattress?
She could be wearing those adorable pink cotton undies that I'm sure are left over from her parochial school days.
Fuck. I'm in no state to question a captive.
I hear running water and then an irritated yelp from Alexsey.
"Goddamnit! He got blood all over my Prada loafers.
These are suede, you asshole." There's the wet sound of a fist meeting meat, and I hold my phone away from my ear as Alexsey roars curses in Russian at the man who can only answer with a ragged groan.
"So back to our friend, here." Alexsey is all business.
"We know he's a made man from all the tattoos.
They've been lasered off, but it's clear they were there.
There's no identifying physical characteristics other than he's one swarthy-looking fuck, but that could be any number of mafia outfits and crime families.
He's well trained, because it took a lot of effort to get something out of him.
All he's saying is that he and his partner told to follow Jack and make sure, and I quote, 'Jack doesn't do anything stupid'. "
Alexsey laughs and I join in. "Essentially," I say, "everything that Jack has done for the last six months?"
"Yeah, it sounds like it," Alexsey agrees. "But aside from being a twatwaffle finance bro, Jack's valuable enough - or he has something valuable enough - that powerful people are prepared to look after him."
Tapping my fingers on the windowsill, I look out onto the quiet street.
"After Kolya pulled their records, Yevgeny ran his numerical genius through some of the startups his venture capital firm has funded.
Vague business plans and insufficient tax information.
Huge operating costs that are out of the norm for new companies.
These fuckers are laundering money. I'm jealous that we didn't think of it first."
"Another discussion to be tabled until we can meet with Dmitri," Alexsey says, "but you're right."
"So we know this firm is dirty," I continue. "We know they want to keep little Jackie boy safe. It's clear they have contacts with made men loyal enough that they're not giving any intel up easily."
"Exactly," agrees Alexsey. "If this asshole was freelance, you know he'd give them up in a heartbeat. Muscle for hire is not exactly known for their loyalty."
"Keep working on him," I say. "I know you've got a wide array of options, because I noticed you were pawing through my stash in the basement. What the fuck did you need a flamethrower for?"
"There's always a time when a flamethrower is needed," Alexsey says. "If you're going to be all cranky about it, I'll return everything in the morning. Because I'm just that kind of loving brother."
"Uh-huh." I'm skeptical. "Stop by anyway, and meet Violet and her sisters. I'm going to have to come up with a way to explain to Dmitri and Father that my side project got a bit out of hand."
There's a muffled snort from Alexsey.
"What?"
"Out of hand?" Alexsey laughs. "Dude, the best you could get was an eyeball from this guy? What happened to the ruthless Vor who could get the toughest man to spill everything they had - including their mother’s tortellini recipe - within thirty seconds? Kakogo cherta, what the hell. I’m disappointed in you.
And this is a civilian we're talking about! "
Alexsey is such a colossal prick when he's cranky.
"They can't be that good," I say sourly. "I mirrored his phone and they never checked it. My approach is going to have to be different next time. Quick. Clean. Bringing you to watch my back."
Alexsey's tone is more sympathetic. "You know where our Pakhan and Pakhan Junior expect your attention to be," he says. "We've got that huge new deal with the Volkov Bratva. With sixty million dollars’ worth of diamonds involved, this has to be clean. You need to be on top of it."
"Add in the eight new cannabis shipment routes I'm putting together with Jack MacTavish in Boston. And let's not forget the Morales Cartel." I rub my eyes.
After I'd inflicted one of my most impressive twenty-four hours of pain on Morales' lieutenants Diego and Marcos, it was clear they didn't know where Morales is getting the new funding, either. Only that he's got new backing that's making him confident enough to try expanding into our territories.
"Did we send extra guards down to Boston to help there?" Alexsey asks.
"Already done," I say, "I know you feel very protective of our cannabis division."
"Of course I am," Alexsey says. "Why do you think everyone looks stoned when you stop by one of our clubs?
This was a match made in heaven, brother.
There's no reason to have these expensive, excitable chefs if I can't keep them busy.
At Heaven and Hell, Alain has created six new cannabis-specific side dishes for the menu. "
"Yeah, there's a pleasing sort of synchronicity to that," I agree.
"You should try it at Sinful Secrets," he says.
"Hell no. No drugs, and minimal alcohol," I say. "The last thing I need is ending up with a sub chained to a punishment wall with fish hooks in his nipples and their Dom is lumbering off because they've got the munchies."
"Good point," Alexsey laughs. "Though that would be fucking hilarious to watch."
"Bring in one of our tattoo guys. Dorian, if you can find him. I want to see if he can recognize the shapes of the original tattoos on this asshole's skin. That can give us a clue to who he's working for."
"Good idea," Alexsey says. "Get some sleep. You know how cranky you are when you're tired."
"It's like you need me to punch you," I sigh. "You'll make a great little mommy one day."
Throwing my phone on the bed, I pace in front of the windows. I'm in a pair of sweats, I usually sleep naked, but in case Violet needed me, I didn't want to be breaking into her bedroom with my dick hanging out.
Fuck… the way she looked tonight, pupils dilated, leaving a little amber ring around them, like I was staring into an eclipse. Mesmerizing. She smells delicious, but I'm certain she tastes even better. Putting my hand down my pants, I grip my painfully erect cock.
I give into temptation and pull the camera feed from her room up on my phone.
Violet's deep in slumber, cheeks flushed, and I note with a grin that she's wearing the mouthguard her sister had mentioned. She sleeps like she’s Galileo; arms and legs stretched toward the corners of the mattresses if she’s attempting to map the surface.
And then the vision of how she’d look with cuffs attaching her to each corner hits me, and my eyes roll.
Those lips, I remember vividly. Red hot and pressed against mine.
Violet has a mouth heated enough to set me on fire.
Thinking about how they'd feel wrapped around my cock makes me run my hand up and down my shaft, squeezing hard for a moment.
Lips like wet, warm velvet, sucking me inside her mouth.
Picturing Violet on her knees in front of me is almost too vivid. I sit back in my chair, running my thumb over the weeping tip of my cock and spreading the moisture over my shaft and let myself get lost in the fantasy.
My hand twists Violet's hair, wrapping it around my fist. Pulling her head back, I enjoy her gasp, her wide gaze meeting mine.
"Open your mouth, sweet Violet."
She does, no hesitation, pushing her tongue out to circle the head of my cock before plunging down, burying me in her heated mouth.
"Just as hot as I remember," I say hoarsely, feeling the muscles in her throat work as I use my grip on her hair to push my cock deeper. She makes a low, humming noise that reverberates along my sensitive skin.
Settling herself more comfortably, her hand reaches for my balls, holding them and squeezing lightly, watching my face to see my reaction. I lift my hips and she squeezes just a bit harder before pulling slowly off my cock, and swallowing me again.
Her clever tongue is stroking along the throbbing vein feeding my erection, and the sensation is good.
Wildly good, and the little 'O' of her lips tightens even more, her amber eyes narrowing as she watches me.
The moment stretches out, her grip on my balls, the relentless face-fucking I'm giving her and her eyes, studying mine, no shame, no shyness, just watching to see what I like.
Maybe she feels my cock swelling thicker in her throat, or my grip tightening in her hair, because she hums again, a low, throaty vibration that has me gritting my teeth.
I control this moment, not her.
Then, the diabolical little ved'ma, the little witch arches her head back, swallowing me deep and I see the bulge of my cock lodged in her throat and I erupt.
My vision darkens, every muscle tense as I feel the rhythmic movement of her swallowing me, taking everything I give her.
The rest of the world is gone, the room, my responsibilities…
everything but this moment with sweet, demure Violet being more than my match.
When I'm spent, she pulls off my cock slowly, tongue still sliding along the painfully sensitive edge until it's wet and shining between my legs.
Settling back on her heels, Violet eyes me as she delicately scoops up the come that escaped the corner of her mouth and puts her finger between her lips, sucking like a lollipop, like she had with my cock.
When I come back to some semblance of awareness, I'm panting, fist gripped tight around my softening cock and come flowing over my hand and smearing along my thighs. My heart's pounding and I groan.
If Violet is anything like that fantasy, I am so fucked.