Chapter 10 Purge
Purge
Traversing the hallways, I jump a bit when a buzzing starts up in my pocket, and frown, wondering who’s calling my regular phone.
I pause, knowing Jax told us to only use the burner phone but I simply rerouted my usual number to my regular phone. It's virtually untraceable. I've wrapped it in layers of encryptions.
I pull it out, seeing an unknown number on the screen. I hesitantly bring it to my ear. “Hello?”
“Nikolai. Help me.” A female voice pleads down the line.
Oh, my fucking God. My mother.
“Mother? Where are you? Are you okay?”
“I don’t have long. I got away long enough to find this phone. I'm in some institution for crazy people.”
“What?” I screech.
“Your father put me in here. The other mothers...” A crackling sound comes down the line, and her voice starts breaking up.
“Mother, I can’t hear you. What are you saying?”
“Others... hidden away...”
A long pause follows, and I grow frantic. “Mother?”
“Danger. Your father... the other husbands...”
Fuck. “You’re breaking up. What's the name of the hospital?”
“I don’t know. Drugged...”
I hear a shout in the background, and a male voice getting closer. “Mrs. Volkov. How did you get in here?”
My mother grunts in pain, and I start shouting, to no avail.
“You’re going to isolation for this stunt,” the voice says.
My mother yells, then silence.
And then a male voice comes over the line.
“Who is this?”
I quickly hang up, heart pounding.
My mother has never treated me as anything but a burden. She was not loving or attentive at all. She always backed my father on everything.
So why is she calling me for help?
I shiver, knowing something more is going on.
What in the actual fuck?
I have to get back to the others.
I race through the halls, back towards the media room. Luckily, the guys are still in there.
“My mother just called,” I blurt. “She’s in some kind of mental institution.”
Synn drops the controller he’s holding, jumping up from his seat. “What? What about our mothers?”
“I don’t know for sure, man. The call kept breaking up. All I could make out was that all the mothers are hidden away, and there’s some kind of danger. She said my father, but nothing concrete. She doesn’t know where she’s at. Some fucking orderly or someone interrupted her and dragged her away.”
“Dammit. I knew something was wrong. They must be aware of things our piece of shit fathers don’t want us to know,” Synn grits out, face turning red with anger.
“We need to find out exactly where they’re all at. My bet is they’re separated. Our fathers wouldn't stash them all in the same place,” Frost says ever the voice of reason.
“We all need to try and find out somehow,” I say, chewing the inside of my cheek.
“We need to get out of here,” Ghost adds adamantly, fists clenched at his sides.
“You know we can’t, man. Bambi would be in worse danger,” Trikk says.
Fucking balls. I know he’s right. The only thing I can do is go hack.
“I’m going to the computer lab to start looking,” I inform them.
“Yeah, go do that,” a pacing Razor answers.
I race out of the room, over to the lab Thor and Bill work in. I need the extra sets of hands on this.
I barrel inside, startling them both.
There's another guy with them. I think he said his name was Lee.
I nod towards all of them. “I need to get locations for our mothers. Mine called from some kind of mental hospital. They're hidden somewhere.”
“Shit. Let me text Jax to make sure it’s ok to proceed.” Thor types, a ping sound coming back right away.
Thor glances up at us.” Jax said go ahead. On it, man.” He immediately spins back around, hitting the keyboard with emphasis.
“I’ve got your back,” Bill says, surprisingly.
“I’ll help too, of course,” Lee follows up.
“Thanks guys. I need it.” I’m not ashamed to admit.
We all get to work. I’m going to narrow down all public and private institutions within a sixty-mile radius from where our families all live.
Time is of the essence—I can feel it in my bones.
Ghost
I slip through the compound, trying to find somewhere quiet to do something really fucking stupid.
I need to know where the hell my mother is.
I have a man on the inside who is loyal to me and not my father. It's a high risk to contact him; the cost being his life if he’s discovered. That's why I’ve refrained from contacting him until now.
Pulling out my burner, I dial from memory. The other end picks up in two rings.
“Yeah? Who's this?”
“Sabir, it’s Aleksey. I heard my mother may be missing. Can you tell me anything?”
Sabir is one of my father’s closest soldiers, but he declared his loyalty to me years ago.
He hates the way my father runs things. He knows I’m striving to make things better.
He's been counting down the minutes to hear from me. He knows when I do, it means I’m closer to taking my bastard father out.
He hums a moment, then says, “She is here, but locked inside her room. She's not allowed to come out for any reason. She always has at least two guards on her door.”
“Why? What the hell is going on? Is she alright?” I gnaw my lower lip.
“She seems fine enough, though she is heavily medicated. The doctor makes regular visits.”
Fuck. Why are our mothers being silenced?
“Where is my father now?”
“Out meeting with distributors, I believe. Aleksey, I say this as your friend. Do not come back here. I'm afraid your father will have you killed. He's beyond angry that you disappeared.”
Shit.
“Do you know anything about these supposed arranged marriages?”
I’m only bothering to ask this to have answers for me and the rest of the Six. It's not like we are going to comply, anyway.
He clucks his tongue. “I haven’t heard anything about that. Sorry, Aleksey.”
“It’s alright. Thanks, Sabir. Please be careful.”
Hanging up, I pause, knowing if I do what I’m thinking, it could end very badly. Fuck it.
I dial my father’s number.
He answers on the first ring. “Who is this?”
“Your son,” I say bitterly. “I just want to know if you’re planning to marry me off.”
My father starts cursing in Russian. “You little piska. How dare you disappear, and call me demanding answers to anything? You better come home immediately.”
I ignore him. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Yes. You will be marrying a lovely Russian woman. You’re very lucky this deal was just struck recently. She is royalty among the families. You need to spend time with her. This is not negotiable. Get back here, or the consequences will be irreversible.”
I give a hollow laugh and disconnect the call. Then I jiggle open the SIM card drawer, remove the card, and snap it in half.
Fisting the useless phone, I head to Jax’s office for a new one.
I don’t get far before I’m accosted by Harris and his sister, Cynthia.
“What’s wrong?” he inquires.
“My mother is drugged and locked inside a guarded room. And my fucking father is marrying me off to some Russian woman.”
Harris pauses before speaking, eyeing me sharply. “Who did you talk to?”
“A loyal confidant, and... my father.”
“Ghost, you just put all of us at risk,” Harris frets, as he paces back and forth in place, hands behind his back. His lips are thin in frustration, and his eyes narrowed to slits.
“Chill out, Harris. I already broke the SIM card. He can’t trace me.”
“You were so naughty,” Cynthia sings. “My wifey is going to punish you!”
“Cynthia,” Harris starts, then just shakes his head. Back to me, he asks, “Where are you headed?”
“Jax's office for a new phone.”
“Good. No more calls though, understand?”
I nod stiffly, moving on.
After I grab a new phone, I’ve got to share this with the guys, and my Malishka.
Frost
I’m on my way to find Killer.
I owe her one hell of a dance, and I plan to deliver.
I hardly get the chance to have quality time with her. I almost seem like an afterthought. It's frustrating as hell; I’m still unused to feeling all this shit. I know she’s not deliberately leaving me out, but I fucking miss her terribly.
So now I’m determined to get her attention all to myself. I'm going to take her to the media room—once I know it’s clear, anyway.
Luck is on my side when I peer into the library, seeing her curled up in an armchair, buried in a book. She looks adorable wrapped up in the pages. I almost hate to interrupt, but I need her, dammit.
“Killer,” I call out softly.
She looks up, a wide smile crossing her face. “Frosty!”
“God, this still?” I groan.
“Yep,” she teases, standing and neatly putting her book back on the shelf. “What’s up?”
“I thought I’d make good on that promise for another dance.”
Killer blushes, but her smile grows wider. “Um, yeah, sounds nice…” She trails off, clearing her throat.
I grin. “I love it when you’re flustered.”
When I hold out my hand, she takes it.
3 must be occupied elsewhere, thank fuck. I don’t dare ask. The guy is like an extra appendage on her.
Leading her to the media room, I lock the door behind us.
I drag a chair to the middle of the room and settle her onto it.
“Prepare yourself, Killer. This is going to make the first dance look like nothing.” I call out, “Alexa— play ‘Pony’ by Ginuwine.”
As the beginning notes sound, I start moving my hips. Killer is transfixed already, making me smirk in satisfaction. I can tell she wants a show. I've prepared one she’ll never forget.
I make my way over to where she’s sitting in the chair.
She is already breathing hard.
My arms shoot out, gripping the sides of the chair. I lean down close to her face, hovering just above her lips. My hair falls into my eyes, and she shudders a breath.
I mouth the words of the song, breathing her in without touching her. The restraint needed to hold this position is torturous.
Moving backward, I strip off my shirt. Killer licks her lips looking at my abs.
I turn around, swiveling my hips fluidly.
“God, Frost... that ass,” she groans.
“Mmmmm,” I respond, continuing my dance.
I grab the waistband of my pants, shoving them down as I continue to move my hips. I'm commando, so she gets a good look at my bare ass.
“Fuck,” she groans again.
I turn around, prowling towards her, my painfully-hard cock bobbing along.
Turning back around, I drop onto her lap, grinding against her.
“Too many clothes,” Killer complains, fidgeting in her seat.
I smile slowly, rising back to my feet. I help her out of her shirt, then reach behind her to flick her bra open. It falls forward, and she shrugs it off her arms. Her nipples are pebbled and hard, begging for attention.
I lean in, flicking my tongue over each one once. I reach for her pants, and she wiggles out of them as quickly as she can, taking her panties along with them.
Gloriously naked, she very purposely spreads her legs, letting me see her glistening pussy. She's so wet, it coats her thighs.
It's my turn to moan, but I’m not done yet.
As the song continues, I drop to the floor, miming fucking her hard and deep. I go to one arm, grabbing the base of my cock as I move. Precum glistens on the head. I'm throbbing with need.
I pump my cock a couple of times, then make my way back to my feet.
I get between her still-spread legs, grinding on her lap again, facing her. This time, my cock slowly through her wetness.
“I can’t take it anymore,” Killer whines.
I laugh, standing up and picking her up with ease. I take her over to the large sofa, settling her onto it while I follow her down.
“What do you want, Killer?”
“You. Please, Frost,” she pleads.
“Use your words. What exactly do you want? Details,” I ask again.
“I want you to fuck me, with your mouth and cock,” Killer rasps out.
I lean in close, ravaging her lips with mine. We devour each other, teeth clashing together as our tongues duel.
I drag myself back, licking a scorching path down her neck, to her stomach, then down her legs. My lips settle around her throbbing clit—my hands reaching up to roll her nipples between my fingers.
Her hips buck upwards. “Yes, Frost...”
Killer is positively panting at this point.
I continue my onslaught on her clit, breaking away to lick her from slit to ass. My tongue folds, prodding her entrance. I savagely tongue-fuck her, making her voice raise louder with her moans of ecstasy.
Bringing one hand down, I spread her folds with my fingers, sliding two fingers deep inside. She sucks in a breath, mouth open on a silent cry. I curve them, fixating on that spot deep inside her that makes her fall apart.
I bite her clit, then lick fast circles around it while working her g-spot.
“Oh-oh, God!” Killer is so close, she is trembling.
Her pussy clenches my fingers tightly.
“Come all over my hand and face, Killer,” I beg.
My cock needs inside her, now.
Killer screams, her hips bucking fast as she comes all over me. She squeezes my fingers so tightly, it takes effort to yank them back out at the exact right time.
I'm rewarded with a waterfall of hot liquid as she squirts everywhere. Spurt after spurt. It even hits her legs and feet.
I growl like a feral animal, pulling myself up her body to thrust inside her in one go.
Killer screams so loudly, her voice gets hoarse.
I know I’m not going to last long. She feels so fucking good. I could die right here a happy fucking man.
I rotate my hips as I pump in and out, going deep. Pulling her legs up and over my arms, I shift to change the angle so I can go even deeper.
“Fu-uck,” Killer drawls out, slurring the word.
Animal-like sounds escape her throat, spurring me on.
I go harder, moving the sofa with how hard I'm fucking her.
“Come on my cock,” I order.
There's no way I’m coming before she does.
I reach down to pinch her clit, which makes her come apart again. Killer thrashes beneath me, crying out so loudly I wince, hoping we don’t get interrupted.
I can’t hold on any longer. I let go, coming so hard I damn near black out.
“Phoenyxx!” I gasp, as I fill her so full of come, it drips out of her before I’m finished.
“Frost, I love you so much,” she says, her voice trembling.
Looking deep in her eyes, I’m moved by the intensity of emotion I see there. “I love you too, Killer. You're everything to me.”
I kiss her tenderly once more before I drag myself off her.
Remembering we’re in the media room, I swipe my shirt off the floor to gently clean her with.
Killer stands on shaky legs, shooting me with a dazzling smile.
We both get dressed, and I take her hand as we go to leave the room. I unlock the door, then pause. Not seeing anyone, I lead her into the hall.
“Let’s go shower. Sound good, baby?” I suggest.
“Always.” She squeezes my hand in affirmation.
God, how I love this girl. She's the piece of the puzzle I never knew was missing.