Chapter 13 Ronan #2
He was so proud he took more than one from the Bratva, but to me, they looked more like a package deal, than an accident.
I rubbed my temples at the thought of how messy everything felt this year.
It was because of her. I hadn’t been thinking straight from the moment she walked back into my life.
Every decision I made was somehow corrupted by the ghost who wouldn’t stop haunting me.
Anya squeezed in on my right side and Oksana sat on the arm of the sofa pressing against me and I sighed impatiently at the obvious gestures.
álvarez opened the door one more time and stood at the threshold.
He made eye contact with Fletcher and with a subtle motion of his chin he beckoned him over.
I dismissed him from the one-sided conversation and like a good little soldier he headed over to Santos and closed the door behind them.
Something was happening, but he was clearly trying to keep it discreet.
Shit.
I knew she wasn’t ready yet.
Anya muttered something in a heavy accent about me being tense and started pawing at me through my clothes, sliding her hands over my thigh and letting them creep up. I arched an eyebrow at her and leaned back with my arms resting on the sofa, wondering how far she was willing to take it.
Getting my dick sucked by her before she signed in a room full of our guys would be a full-on win against Kane and álvarez.
We always had a big betting pool going every year of who would be the first chosen, and who would be the last chosen, and I didn’t plan on losing this year again, just because they were all blondes.
I’d fake my way through it if I had to.
The mood changed drastically, the lights dimmed, and the music played a loud and heady tone.
Some people were going at it in the corners without much regard for privacy, but it was nothing out of the average for one of our parties.
I was wondering if my little flower was starting to feel out of sorts and embarrassed, but when I stole a glance over her way, she was only looking at one thing, one person, him.
Mateo Kane.
They were fully enraptured in conversation. As if the mental daggers I was sending his way could cut through him, Kane met my gaze and rolled his eyes at me.
The fucking nerve.
Finally, Fletcher and álvarez appeared in the doorway of the guest room and hurriedly snuck Chiyo past the foyer and through the elevator.
They made their way through the doors to take her back downstairs without a single other person noticing, except for Kane who caught my gaze again and we had an entire conversation without words.
This year was different, and I wasn’t the only one who was nervous.
Oksana was rubbing my shoulders with her knees straddling one of my legs while her sister started to fumble with my belt buckle. For the life of me I wasn't sure why, but I turned my head to see Cecilia belly laughing at something Kane said, not even bothering to look in my direction.
Jealousy was a three-horned bull.
And when it came to her, I allowed it to spear me over and over until there was nothing left of me.
I looked down to see Anya reaching into my pants and I tilted her chin up to force her to look at me.
“Are you sure sweetheart?” I asked her and without a beat she answered in that thick accent.
“Let us help you relax,” She pushed my chest so that I was once again leaning back on the couch.
I wasn’t hard yet.
There was nothing she was doing that could get me there, but if I closed my eyes and imagined the raven-haired beauty on the other side of the couch instead, I could make it work. I allowed my eyelids to shut heavily in anticipation of the feeling of her hot, wet mouth on me, but it never came.
Instead, I heard a smash and a scream and I opened my eyes to find Cecilia slamming Anya’s face into the concrete coffee table repeatedly. Oksana lunged off of me and she tried to get to her sister, but I held her back.
“Kane!” I shouted over to him, who was apparently mesmerized by the whole situation and took three or four seconds to register what was happening before he pulled my girl off of Anya.
Cecilia cackled loudly like a drunken witch, and my cock eagerly twitched awake at the entire scene. I whistled loudly and Ethan, one of our top dogs, was at my side ready for instructions.
“Go to the kennels and give her to Fletch.” I shoved Oksana at him, who was wrestling against me like a pissed-off raccoon without looking back at her.
Kane released Cecilia and her eyes widened when she looked at me as I admired her work, she turned around and ran to Mateo’s room. I heard the door slam. I didn't need to chase her, I knew she wouldn’t be going anywhere and I had a hell of a mess to clean up.
Anya was shrieking like a fucking banshee and when she lifted her head up, I could see why. Her nose was completely shattered, blood gushing down her face and she was probably missing three or four teeth now.
Cecilia fucked her up good.
I ran my hand down my face, annoyance, and pride both battling for dominance of my mood.
“Party’s over!” I shouted and it was like almost comical the record-type scratching effect you saw in old-time cartoons when all of the sound abruptly stopped.
Everything flipped like a switch, and they all began to clear out as the music came to a screeching halt.
“Go with álvarez and take her to the hospital, pay off the staff on shift,” I said to Kane.
“And then what?” he asked me, but I was honestly feeling just as clueless as he was at that moment.
“Set her up nice, pay her off too if you have to. Just make sure it doesn’t come back on us.” I said in a hushed tone fully knowing I was completely unsure as how to handle this fucked up situation.
We were all in over our heads here. Not only did Cecilia hurt her, but she permanently damaged that poor girl’s only asset for the rest of her life.
It wasn’t that I was some fucked up pig who thought her body was all she had to offer.
It was that for the last six years we had been doing this, we’d seen it all.
These girls came from fucked up situations, they were stolen young and were kept and moved around until they were sold to the highest bidder for their virginity. If they weren’t virgins, then there was a good chance they’d been doing it so long that it was all they knew.
Only once since we’d been doing the trials had a single girl chosen for us to put them somewhere they could reinvent themselves. The security of a safe brothel or strip club was more of a happy ending than most of them could imagine, especially when they had our guaranteed protection for life.
She hadn’t signed yet either so there was a pretty good chance she wouldn’t want to stay with us now, and there was nothing we could do about that other than let her go.
Maybe we could at least hope she would decide to start a new life, somewhere away from Cove City and gangs, but with her sister here I had a feeling it wouldn’t be so simple.
“What are you gonna do to her?” He gestured his head towards his room as he accentuated the word her.
“Everything,” I said through closed teeth.
“Don’t say scary shit like that or you’re not allowed in my room,” he warned me as he picked up whimpering Anya as if she was a small baby and made his way towards the elevator. “Seriously. No punishments without talking to us. Say it,” he demanded without looking back.
“No punishments,” I said, fury clawing at me from inside, but I knew I had to let it simmer before I went in there and completely exploded.
She was jealous.
The realization hit me like a bullet train.
I had to contain my smile from taking over my face, but it soon disappeared when I remembered she had no right to be jealous, she forfeited that right a long time ago.
“No punishments,” I hummed to myself as I paced in front of Kane’s closed bedroom door.
Did she lock it?
If she was smart, she would have locked it until Kane got back. I turned the handle to find the door barely even fully shut and I opened it out further letting the door dramatically hit the wall behind it as I entered the room.