9. Chapter Nine
CHAPTER NINE
M y phone rang, dragging me away from my malen'kiy angel, who made pornographic sounds every single time I fed her from my hand. Her moaning had me hard, but feeding her had my cock throbbing. I never knew taking care of someone could affect me like this.
I could honestly say I couldn’t wait to make her my wife. In such a quick time, I’ve become protective of her. She would be the mother of my children. Hopefully, all boys. My blood would keep living on, even after I took my last breath.
“What?” I groaned into the receiver.
“Good morning, old man. I got some information for you before heading back to the States,” Roman said.
Thank goodness. This country wasn’t big enough for the two of us. Besides, his wife needed to give my fiancée some breathing room. Not that Isadora knew she was going to be mine legally, but I’d tell her soon enough.
“What’s going on?”
“That runner you killed. Fernando. It’s got some higher-ups in their feels for the Cartel. Apparently, he was someone important’ s bastard son.” Roman was using my spy network here for this information I bet.
“Whose son is he?” Not that it mattered. I wasn’t afraid of the Venezuelans.
“Funnily enough, he’s the son of your new fiancée’s ex-fiancé,” Roman chuckled.
“Wow, sure is a small world,” I mused.
“Well, I wanted to give you a heads-up before we board. I’ll be back for your wedding, of course.” I could hear the Petrov jet behind him. It wasn’t like he would get on a commercial flight.
“Alright, I’ll catch you then.” I dropped my cordial tone as soon as we hung up.
Roman still got under my skin. I could fake being polite to him. He was the heir apparent for now.
I headed toward my office to see what Viktor needed to handle. I wasn’t his second by any means, but I helped out when we were busy. The Brotherhood was a machine that was well oiled. We all worked toward a common goal.
If that meant I had to beat down a business owner to get his dues, then I would, even if it wasn’t my job.
“Hey,” one of Viktor’s inner circle walked past my office.
“What’s good?” I nodded.
“Come with me. I heard there’s been a bust at the club,” he said before rushing away, probably to Viktor’s office.
Fuck, I’d barely sat down before shit hit the fan. I grabbed my jacket and threw it back on, heading to my Pakhan’s office. As soon as I went inside, I could see this was a much bigger deal than I originally thought.
“The feds?” One soldier was mumbling.
There was a ton of murmuring in the office as the men crammed in, trying to hear what Viktor had to say. He raised a hand up, silencing the room with one move. “Apparently there’s been a raid on our downtown club, The Ice Palace. Everything has been seized. ”
Discontent rippled through the men. The Ice Palace was one of our more classy joints. Broads did little in the back rooms. They could make a man cum in his pants in less than five minutes though. Those girls were no joke.
“What do we do?” The soldier asked.
Viktor looked at us all in one sweep of the room. “I’m waiting for one of my men to update us on the ground. He was at the scene when the raid began.”
“Fuck, we can’t have the feds on our ass,” a soldier said to his friend beside me.
A walkie talkie went off. “Pakhan, the feds have seized everything. They found a ton of that new drug, Bubbli, on the premises.”
“Someone is trying to frame us,” Viktor growled, balling his fist up.
“We won’t let this stand,” I said. Some men agreed with me.
“Clear out while I think,” Viktor barked.
I went to follow his order, but he stopped me.
“Benedikt, you stay. You stay,” Viktor pointed at a few others, telling them to hang back.
The doors to his office closed behind the last man who filed out. Viktor looked at all of us with a grave expression on his face. “There’s a traitor in our midst.”
A few men grew uncomfortable. Traitors weren’t tolerated in the Brotherhood. Viktor was known for punishing the men who lost his wayward wife. What would happen if they were traitors? It would probably be worse than having their face carved off.
Alexie stumbled out of the bathroom, adjusting his cufflinks. His hair was a little wild, which matched the look in his eyes. “Ah, brother, who do you think betrayed you this time?”
Viktor’s jaw clenched. “Alexie, you’ve been invited to join us, but that means you need to be helpful, otherwise I have no need of you. ”
Alexie shook his head. “Sorry, what is your plan for getting the traitor to reveal themselves?”
Viktor shook his head, then addressed the room. “I want everyone to go about their normal routines and keep an eye out for anything strange. If you see something, report it directly to me. No one else. Got that?”
We all agreed loudly.
“Dismissed.” Viktor waved me over to his desk. “I’m not sure having a wedding is such a good idea, with times being the way they are.”
I shrugged. “As long as she’s my wife, I don’t care about the wedding.”
“But will she?” Viktor gave me a knowing look.
I sighed, women needed so much in order to stay happy. “We could do something small-” I said, but Viktor cut me off.
“Not after the tiny ceremony Roman had. No, we need something big, which means it needs to be planned. Propose to your woman, before she gets the idea that she’s single.”
I growled and turned on my heel, leaving a laughing Pakhan behind me. It didn’t take me too long to stalk my malen'kiy angel down to the garden. I thought Tiffany would be outside, but Isadora was alone for the first time in a while.
“There you are.” I breathed in her scent as soon as I got close to her.
She was sitting in the dirt, and I sank down right beside her, not giving her any room to breathe. “Here I am.” She hummed a small tune, tapping a flower in front of her.
“Aren’t all these plants poisonous?” I looked around us suspiciously, not recognizing all the flora in front of me.
“Tiffany is teaching me the differences between the plants in my downtime. So I’d know what was safe and what was not,” Isadora murmured.
“I don’t have any pressing business. I’m going to take you out to lunch. Are you up for it? ”
Isadora paused, thinking over my invitation. “I could try to eat lunch with you.”
I was glad she agreed. It’s not like she had an option to begin with. I sat with her in the garden a bit longer, since it wasn’t quite lunchtime. “Do you like planting flowers?”
“Not really. I think sitting in the garden is soothing, maybe with a good book, but planting flowers wouldn’t bring me joy. I really only do it to have company, since Tiffany is so into it.” She blushed.
“Have you met Sloane?” I hadn’t seen her around, but she had a new infant to take care of, so that wasn’t surprising.
Isadora shook her head. “I’m sure I’ll run into her at some point. I just don’t have the energy to go introduce myself.”
I frowned at her. I’d noticed that my wife-to-be had been tired all the time. I thought it was due to what she was rescued from. But maybe it was more. I didn’t enjoy thinking that my fiancée’s body was choosing to be hormonally imbalanced.
Isadora’s stomach growled before I could bring up her moods.
I helped her up and brushed the dirt off her juicy ass.
We headed inside and I escorted her to her bedroom. “I’m just going to freshen up and change,” Isadora murmured.
I held onto her hand, until it was physically impossible to do so, as she walked away. Her icy demeanor didn’t turn me off. It fueled me.
I waited in her room as she ran the water in the bathroom. She stepped out a short while later and headed for the closet. A little while after all the rummaging I heard coming from the closet, she came out.
Her beauty knew no bounds. The white patches in her hair were pulled to frame her heart-shaped face. Her dark skin gleamed under the light, as she wore the sunniest yellow dress in her closet, with a small kitten heel. She had a small handbag in her arms, and shot me a tiny smile .
“Goddamn, malen'kiy angel,” I groaned. “You are going to have me commiting murder today protecting this fine ass.”
I trailed after her like she had me under a spell.
“Benedikt, no one would even look twice at me,” she giggled, deprecatingly.
I grabbed her face in my hands and kissed the ever-loving shit out of her. “Don’t speak badly about my future wife,” I growled against her lips. “Let’s head out.” I grabbed her hand and helped her out the door, since she was still a little kiss drunk.
Yeah, she was going to make an amazing wife and, I bet, an even better mother. All in good time. Soon.