Eighteen
Oscar
We didn’t end up falling asleep until after three in the morning, I had planned on getting a few hours of sleep before I woke up Erin up with my tongue deep inside her pussy, but Cillian’s phone call interrupted me.
Oscar: What do you want?
Cillian: We have one of the men who tortured Erin. Figured you would want to deal with it yourself.
Oscar: Yeah, I’ll be there in thirty minutes.
I stare at Erin’s naked body pressed up against me.
Oscar: Actually, make that an hour.
Cillian: Figured you got enough last night.
Oscar: Do you ever get enough of Bia?
Cillian: True. See you in an hour.
I spent the next thirty minutes inside Erin, then left her to go back to sleep. I asked my parents to keep Charlie or have the new nanny, Melie, to watch him until Erin woke up.
I walk inside the warehouse where the fucker who put his hands on my wife is hanging from. He is screaming at Cillian and a few other high-ranking officers who are just staring at him as he twists back and forth. Saliva is dripping from his mouth.
“Well he is a bucket full of sunshine.”
“Oh, you have no idea. This is the fucker we had Declan and Daniel pick up.”
“Ah, the one hanging out in the safehouse in Russia and walking down the street like we weren’t searching for him?”
“That be the one.”
“Stupid motherfucker,”
I say shaking my head but then I remember the condition Erin was in at the hospital and how she almost killed herself. I move over and grab the translator.
“Hello, Ivan. How’s your family?”
He just glares at me, so I keep going.
“Did your father use you as bait? I would think, as the heir, he would have you better protected, unless he was hoping we would catch you and kill you to make room for your cousin.”
“Seni sypyr, tizden ukrain mafiyasynyň ba?lygy bolaryn, ayalyňa elini degirerin. Kakamyň maňa p?sgel beren zadyny ederin.”
(Fuck you, soon I will be the Boss of the Ukrainian Mafia and I will get my hands on your wife. I will do what father prevented me from doing.)
“You put your hands on my wife?”
I ask as I slam my fist into his face with each word.
“Hawa. Ol biziň ü?in peydasyzdygyna ?r?n begeny?r. Yogsam, ol ?ly?n?? ya-da oglumy gu?layan?am, men ony ?ldüry?nimi g?rm?ge mejbur ederdim.”
(Yes. She is lucky she was useless to us. Otherwise I would have fucked her cunt until she died or birthed my son before I made you watch me kill her.)
I pant, wanting to kill him right now, but I know he is goading me.
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Fuck. I’m not any calmer. If anything, my anger is almost boiling over. I grab the machete and swing it down onto his wrist, watching as his hand drops to the floor with a thud.
“AHHHHHHHHH! Sikme seni oň?ukly. Sen ?li oňurga, ma?galaň hem.”
(AHHHHHHHHHHH! Fuck you motherfucker. You are a dead motherfucker and so is your family)
“The only one who is going to be dead is you. Well, you every person who laid their hands on my wife.”
“Arz edy?ňmi. Mümkin, sen meni ?ldüry?nsiň, y?ne olar onuň ü?in gaydyp gelmek?i bolyarlar.”
(You wish. You might kill me, but they are planning on coming back for her)
“Who?”
He stays silent, and I bring the machete down on his other hand. “Who is coming back for her? Your father?”
“Bilmek isl?ňokmy.”
(Wouldn’t you like to know?)
He pants after he has screamed from the pain.
“You will tell me,”
I demand as I reach for the bucket of salt. I grab a handful and rub it into his open wounds. I watch as his face becomes red from screaming in agony.
“Sikmek. Yeterlik, diňe ?ldür meni.”
(Fuck. Enough, just kill me)
“Not until I get the answers I want. You want to die, start talking.”
When he refuses, I grab a knife and start stabbing all over his body. I ignore him. Once I have stabbed enough to satisfy myself I grab the salt and rub it into each wound.
“M-kakam we onuň adamlary ony yene ogurlamak?y bolyarlar.”
(M-my father and his men are planning on kidnapping her again.) he pants.
“How?”
“Men bilemok.”
(I don’t know)
I stare at him and there is honesty in his eyes. I go to slit his throat but am interrupted by my phone ringing.
I look at Keegan who has been holding my phone, “It’s Melia.”
“Pick it up,” I order.
He nods and says he will be right there before he hangs up the phone.
“It’s Erin. She is having a panic attack and they can’t get her calm down.”
“Fuck. Let’s get this done quick,”
I say switching the knife for my gun. I press my gun to his forehead and pull the trigger.
“Make sure he is disposed of but save the head.”
“Got it. Go.”
I quickly clean my hands and face, then run out of there. What usually takes me fifteen minutes takes me five. I pass maids and some of my family members without a nod or a hello; my goal is to get to Erin.
I can hear her screaming the moment I open the door, and Melia is holding Charlie trying to soothe him.
“What happened?” I ask.
“She must have had a nightmare, I tried to calm her down, but it only made it worse. Her screaming got Charlie upset. I figured you could get her calm.”
She says rocking Charlie.
“I’ve got her. Please go and take him outside or something.”
“Alright Mr. Charlie Boy. Let’s go see what Brayden is doing. Maybe he is having a snack.”
“Cookie?”
Charlie asks.
“I don’t see why we couldn’t have a cookie,”
she says, smiling as they walk through the door. I walk into our room and Erin is screaming, tossing, and turning on our bed. I quickly gather her in my arms and hold her against my chest.
“Shh, Erin. I got you.”
“No. Don’t. Please don’t kill me.”
“No one is going to hurt you.”
“Noooo!”
I scoop her up in my arms and head for the shower. I turn on the hot water and step under it.
“W-what?”
she sputters.
“Easy, it’s okay.”
“What happened?”
“You had a nightmare, and you couldn’t wake up.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry? I know it is going to take time.”
“But you’re wet.”
She pauses as she stares at my shirt.
“Oscar, why is their blood on your shirt?”
“I was in the middle of dealing with someone when Melie called me.”
“Oh god, Melie saw me like that?”
“That doesn’t matter, she isn’t going to think any different of you.”
“Still.. but who were you dealing with or can you not tell me?”
“It was one of those motherfuckers who kidnapped you.”
“You found them?”
She stares up at me, and I brush her hair behind her ear.
“One of them and he can no longer hurt you.”
“Did you kill him?”
“Yes, and they all will end the same way.”
“But…”
“But nothing. I will do whatever I have to do to keep you safe.”
She goes to protest but I kiss the protest off her lips.
“But…”
she tries again, but my lips silence her. She pulls away and glares at me.
“Are you going to kiss me every time I start to complain?”
“Yes. Well I will kiss you anytime I want because I’m addicted to your lips.”
“Just my lips?” she asks.
“Both sets of lips and every inch of your body.”
“I won’t complain but I’m saying I don’t like you doing something you could get in trouble for.”
“Too bad. Now let me get you naked. I need to wash the sweat off you,”
I say wiggling my eyebrows at her. She shakes her head as I start to pull her shirt over her head. I lick my lips as I stare down at her. She helps me pull my clothes off before, I lift her into my arms.
She wastes no time and reaching for my cock, and I pushing it inside her. I groan feeling her pussy hug my cock. She claws at my back as I thrust in and out of her.
“Fuck, yes,”
she moans as I drill her into the shower wall with her arms wrapped around my neck. I spread her legs out wide, going deeper inside of her.
“OSCAR!!! she screams, my cock is rubbing that little button that sends her into an orgasm.
“Fuck, yes. Harder… Fuck. I need you.”
She moans.
I give her everything.
“OSCARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”
she screams, and her pussy squeezes me so tight that I explode inside of her. We both pant and attempt to catch our breath, as I hold onto her. After what seems like minutes, I loosen my grip and lowered her legs to the ground. I can’t help but smirk when she has to grab for me since she can’t stand on her legs.
“Don’t,”
she warns, I try to bite my lip to keep from smiling but it’s no use.
“Need help?”
“Shut up, cocky asshole.”
“Speaking of asshole.”
“No. Go away. I can’t walk. Do you want to break my hip next.”
“One day,”
I both of us smiling. She shakes her head. I sit her down on the bench in the shower and wash both of us. By the time we get out she can stand on her feet but is walking around like a newborn deer.
She looks over her shoulder as she is walks to the closet and glares at me.
I can’t help but smack her ass as I pass her.
“Swear to god, I’m going to strangle him.”
she mutters but only has me laughing, I love this feisty woman.