11. Chapter Eleven
CHAPTER ELEVEN
M y malen'kiy angel thought she could push me. Like I wouldn’t claim her for all to see, until she gave in to my demands. I dragged her to the Pont des Arts , also known as the Love Lock Bridge, crossing the River Seine, uncaring that the Institute of France was nearby, nor that of the foot traffic.
I bent her over the railing.
Her breasts, stomach, and thighs rested against the cold metal locks. I had one for this occasion in my pocket. I hadn’t known I’d be claiming her for all to see. I thought I would do something more romantic.
But she’d pushed me to my limits. A man could only take so much.
“Don’t make a sound,” I hissed into her ear, as I undid my zipper, pulling out my fat cock. I lifted the back of her sundress, a grin on my face as I saw she wasn’t wearing underwear.
My malen'kiy angel.
Soon, the mother of my children. My line would continue, even long after I was gone, and I didn’t have too much time left. Not when I lived such a dangerous lifestyle .
“You were a bad girl,” I whispered. I could see her giving up right in front of me. I wouldn’t allow her past to overshadow my glory. No, she would focus on me.
Isadora shuddered before me, her pussy throbbing for my cock. I’d kneel before her and lick her clean, but she was being punished. Only good girls got to cum.
“Don’t scream,” I grunted as I shoved myself deep inside her slit. When I finished with her, she would only focus on me. She would live, breathe, and sleep only me. Headmaster who? He was dead, and if I could bring him back, just to kill him all over again, but slower, I would.
She muffled her cry with her hands, tears rolling down her face.
I kept up a brutal pounding, as the front of her body was cut by the metal lockets of love. This was the embodiment of what we were. Pain tinged with pleasure. I held her head down, moving my hand to her throat.
As I choked my malen'kiy angel with one hand, I used the other to grab our lock.
“Put ours on,” I ordered her.
She turned her head away from me, ignoring my demand. I choked her harder.
“Add ours, or I’ll throw you over the side.” She didn’t hesitate this time.
Isadora took the lock and slid it in between some others, tugging to make sure it clicked in place. I came with a roar, my cum shooting out of my cock and deep inside her pussy. I hoped it took root. I wanted her to have my baby.
“There,” I said as I stroked her hair, letting go of her throat. “Now, we’ll have good luck when we wed.”
Isadora whimpered, but said nothing to the contrary. She must’ve agreed. I was happy with the claim I’d made. She knew who she belonged to. I helped her walk off her shaky legs, as we made our way back .
Isadora fell asleep as soon as we took flight, and I didn’t disturb her. She deserved her rest, and I needed her to stay asleep so I could tend to her wounds. She was one of the strongest young women I knew. Even if she didn’t remember it.
That fighting spirit was still inside of her.
I wanted to set it free. I shook off my infatuation with her and tried to focus on the work laid before me.
The meeting with the heads, about the girls we stole from The Academy, was in a few short days, and I needed to prepare. I was certain I would do most of the speaking on Roman’s behalf. The Pakhan would take care of everything else. But I typically used my network to gain information, giving us a lead.
Negotiations were going to go in our favor for families and organizations who wanted their girls back. For those who didn’t, well, we could very well be bribing them to take the girls off our hands, or giving them something to keep the girls.
No leader was going to let their blood get kidnapped and not demand retribution. Especially if the females were supposed to be virgins upon their arrival home. I wasn’t certain how many we’d confirmed virginity on.
I didn’t care all that much right now.
It depended on what their families wanted, in order to ensure the girls got back safe and sound. It was a powerful position to be in, and yet I was already exhausted thinking of the endless possibilities.
A few days later, I waited with Roman for the meeting to begin.
He signed ‘rat’.
I shook my head. “We haven’t found who it is yet.”
He faced the room. We were two of the first to arrive. It was a bit of a tiresome journey, since the meeting was held in the Altai Mountains. A more remote and neutral location for everyone to meet.
The Altai air was sharp, cold as the edge of a knife. I could see, with my only eye, my breath coming in thin clouds, as I looked over the men gathering, who’d traveled from all corners of the world.
Fathers, brothers, uncles, and cousins alike, each of them powerful in their own way, but here because they had no other choice, if business was to keep running smoothly. Here, now, in these snow-covered mountains, they weren’t kings. They weren’t anything.
We held all the power.
It was them who were missing their daughters, sisters, nieces, while we grew our lines. We grew in power and strength. I was the one standing between them, and the slight hope that they might retrieve their property.
I adjusted my coat, wishing I had a smoke, something to do with my hands, to keep my mind occupied while I waited to begin, more out of habit rather than need. I felt the weight of the pistol I shouldn’t have at my hip, as the tension of old scars itched at the cold.
The Bratva had all the leverage tonight.
My eyebrows raised when I saw a representative for the Venezuelan Cartel. How the hell did they know we had Isadora? I didn’t allow my thoughts to spiral. Isadora was mine. They wouldn’t take her from me.
I’d marry her as soon as I could, to keep their claws out of my woman. I let the silence settle heavy in the air before I spoke, deepening the gravity of the situation.
“The Pakhan has extended his hand,” I said, my voice steady but low enough they all had to lean forward a fraction. “He could’ve handled this differently. We could have kept your women and girls hidden away like ghosts, until you were all too weak from alliances breaking to fight back. But he’s giving you a choice.”
I took a deep breath, shoving all my strength into my voice as I carried on.
“One chance. A way to come to an agreement, and see that all make a safe reunion.” My gaze swept over the Venezuelan representative. They hadn’t even sent a family member. Some random drug runner, in case it was an ambush.
I could tell from his stance he didn’t belong here. And, since I did a thorough analysis on my malen'kiy angel’s past, I knew what all her family members looked like. Some men stiffened, their pride bruised at being spoken to like this.
Good. Let them feel it. I glared as my gaze ran across every one of them, filing away their reactions for later.
One of the Argentine Cartel’s reps stepped forward; Lazzaro.
“What does he want then? You dragged us across the goddamn world, to freeze our balls off on a mountain. Get to it.”
After watching Roman furiously sign. I locked eyes with Lazzaro, slow and cold. “I suggest you keep your tone in check, Lazzaro, or you might leave this mountain in a worse state than you came.”
He clenched his jaw, the fire in his gaze simmering down to something more controlled. But his silence was enough. The others watched, gauging me, waiting.
“Each of you tried to take something from us,” I said, letting my voice rise just enough. “You tried to bargain, to play games, to twist our hands into giving you what you wanted. But those times are over.”
“This is ridiculous,” the Venezuelan representative argued. “These are petty slights compared to the lives of our people.”
“Would you rather go to war?” I watched as the temperature in the room dropped several degrees. No one wanted to go to war again. Not after the carnage Viktor and Tiffany left in their wake any time one of them was threatened.
“N-no,” the Yakuza representative choked out.
I didn’t blame him. He had his hands full with the Triad. The fact that both had representatives in this room was astounding, especially for girls who weren’t even fully Asian. I wondered what was going on, but I had to focus on my backyard first.
“The Bratva isn’t here to make friends,” I carried on with Roman’s speech. “We’re here to make sure loyalty is paid for, with blood and trust. That comes with a price each of you may not want to pay.”
The silence that followed was absolute. A few of the men shifted, looking at each other, realizing the depth of their situation. They had no leverage left. No last resort but to agree to our terms.
We had plenty more girls, but these were the first few we were negotiating. Big fish that I knew would bring in some powerful alliances for us all. I took a commanding step forward, feeling like myself for the first time since I lost my eye.
“The girls will stay under our protection, until you swear your loyalty, and agree to our individual terms.” I glared at all of them. This wasn’t negotiable. “No more games. No more tricks. You’ll agree to our terms, bleed for us, and this will be the last penance you have to pay.”
The wind howled as a storm rolled in. A ghostly whisper that seemed to echo through the mountain’s peaks. I saw a few of them glance away. The weight of their own fear pressed down upon us like a hot iron.
Age old revenge never felt so sweet.
“You have until dawn to decide,” I said, my voice like steel.
Roman left first, but I stared at every one of them, before turning and leaving. I felt the burn of their eyes on my back. Another slight. Hopefully, I stayed alive. My future happiness with my malen'kiy angel depended on it.