Chapter Thirty-Four
Roman
She was close behind as we walk to the other side of the mansion. I can tell she is uncomfortable, as the lights start to fade behind us. She slows her steps, folding her arms as we reach the door. I twist the knob, pushing it open for her. She focuses on Nikolai standing there, with rope in his hand, as he blocks Sarah from our view. She narrows her eyes at him and shuffles into a backward run.
I grab her waist as she screams, “No, I knew it!” She punches my shoulder and then my face as I restrain her with her backside against mine.
Nikolai steps toward us with the rope but I hold out my hand to stop. Ache and pain shoot through me but not from her punches, “Stop, Cottontail. It will be ok,” I whisper in her ear, “I am here.” Her body relaxes as I whisper into her hair, “You knew this would happen soon, sweet girl.”
She shakes her head, “Please don’t,” she pleads as she stares at Nikolai.
Alexei and Sergey stand there, waiting and anticipating for me to make the decision. Nikolai steps aside, exposing Sarah bound to a chair with tape over her mouth. She is wearing a black gown and her hair is straight, draping over her shoulders. She thought she was attending the party, and I’m surprised she fell for the invitation.
I ease my hands around Ava’s upper arms and she runs to Sarah’s side, “Oh my God Sarah,” she looks back at me and kneels, “What the fuck Roman? Untie her! She has never done anything!”
I ignore her and nod toward Nikolai. He rips the tape off of Sarah’s mouth and she grits a scream between her teeth.
Ava places her hands on Sarah’s thigh, “Are you ok?” She asks as her voice cracks, “I am so sorry for involving you in this.”
Sarah doesn’t say anything to her as I walk to the backside of Ava, “Sarah, tell us why we have you bound to a chair? I think we all want to know.” Ava looks over her shoulder, up into my eyes but I keep my focus on Sarah’s scowl.
Sarah’s head drops, “My name is Tara but I go by Sarah and have for a decade.” She fidgets her shoulders as she whispers, “I work for the FBI,” She shifts her eyes to find Roman’s, “Your Bratva was assigned to me years ago and I have been undercover since, gathering information.”
Nikolai towers over her, “And what about this?” He asks, pointing to Ava.
“Ava never knew, I swear. When she said she was going to do extra work for the Volokhovs, I knew it was because of her family debt. I knew she was owned by the Bratva and I thought because I was her friend, she would tell me about it one day,” she starts to laugh, “but the funny thing is… she never did. She was caught in something she should have never been caught in.” I repeat the last words Sarah says as I walk across the room, watching Ava. I can see her face is in shock with her mouth open and eyes wide.
Nikolai laughs, “I don’t believe you. What about Shawn and the Italians? You must have known about that?” He licks his lips, watching Sarah squirm against the rope.
Sarah looks up at him, dead in the eyes, “Fuck Shawn and fuck the FBI for making deals and funding the Italians. Oh yeah, I found out alright. After the night he attacked Ava I knew something was off, so I investigated. He has been working with them for years, so yeah, Fuck them.”
Nikolai laughs, crouching to her, “But yet you sent a mole?”
“No, I swear. Ava has nothing to do with me or the FBI. After I found out about everything, I have been making false reports and gathering information about the Italians.”
I step forward, “So you know about Stepan then?”
She shakes her head in confusion, “No, what about him? And also for the record, my views did shift when I found out about Shawn. Not that you all are fucking apple pie and ice cream, by any means. But I'm in the middle of a mafia war and the FBI seems to be funding it, which is also not very red, white and apple pie either.”
Ava steps forward, “You knew about my fucking debt, about everything and did nothing to help?” Her voice cracked.
I sit down and spread my legs outward as I lean back. I take a cigarette and light it, “Ava, what were you doing here?”
She stands, turning to me from across the room, “I…I just wanted to be free. I have told you.”
I stood walking to her, “What does that mean Cottontail? What were you doing here?”
She tugged at her sleeves, looking away. “I… I just wanted to be free.” She pauses and looks at me, “Free of the Bratva and to have The Rabbit Cafe to myself. I thought I could manage it. See, there you go now you have your reason and you can kill me finally!” The boys start to laugh and I join in. Ava crosses her arms trying to keep herself from crumbling, “What is so funny?”
I grab her hand, “We knew that, but we thought you were working with the FBI,” I watch tears form, “We don’t want us in the way either.” I whisper with a grin, “Or I should say them. But our way.” I watch her eyes shift and her brows dip.
Ava releases her arms to her side, “Wait, what? So all this time you have all been trying to take it down? That’s why you said that the other night.” She starts to laugh, “Oh my fuck. What have I been doing?” She shakes her head, “I stayed around and for what?” she whispers under her breath. I narrow my eyes on her.
Sarah yips as Nikolai unties her wrists, “Now, what do we do with this gorgeous woman?” He stares at Sarah as she stands.
Alexei, who has been surprisingly quiet, steps forward, “Look, this is mad. So, let me get this straight. Ava has been trying to take down the Bratva, Sarah is an agent who was working our case and is now switching sides, Shawn is a fucking backstabbing piece of shit who is working with the Italians and we all want to take down the mafia as a whole?”
I shake my head with a chuckle, “Pretty much, except we will be the leaders of the Volokhov Bratva and do it the right way. Use our status to take all of them out.”
Sarah walks over to Roman and I, “Look I can help. You can work with me on this— “
“ —Get one thing straight, I will never work with an agent. You all can't be trusted.”
“You can trust me,” she takes Ava’s hand, “all I ask for in return is to not hurt Ava.”
Sarah looks at Nikolai and then me, “Please, I can help. I can at least get you names. Anything. But please don’t hurt Ava.” She says grimly.
Nikolai steps behind Sarah, towering over her, “We got a rogue one. I like it.” His eyes light up as he smiles at her. She looks over her shoulder and rolls her eyes at him.
“What makes you think I would hurt her? Because she wants us to rot in prison?” I walk toward Sarah, “I don’t fucking blame her. But if you want to help you are saying you are a part of the dismantlement. Not a fucking agent. You are now a spy for us. Nikolai can use you and you can use Nikolai for intelligence.” I lean into her face, “But know this, if we find out you are a fucking rat, I’ll make sure you die a very painful fucking death.” I can’t believe I am even giving her a chance but I trust that Nikolai will keep his eyes on her.
Sarah smiles at Ava, “I wouldn’t expect anything less,” She says as she dives for a hug, “I am so sorry. I thought you were truly only wanting to work because of the debt. I had no idea. And Shawn, I had no idea—”
“ —Sarah, it’s fine.” Ava jolts her eyes to me.
I gather some glasses and an old bottle of champagne from the mini bar. I pop the bottle, “Then a toast,” I say pouring the liquid in the glasses, “To the adventure of staying alive and finding that light at the end of the tunnel.” I hand a glass to Ava as the others grab theirs. We all lift our glasses and drink.
I nod to Sergey and Nikolai. Nikolai grabs Alexei’s arm, “Ok let's go, the party starts soon.”
Sarah sets her glass down as Nikolai tugs on her arm, “As for you,” He swipes his eyes down her delicate neck, “I will keep my eye on you, and it may be better you don’t go too far from me.”
Sarah rolls her eyes, “What the fuck ever,” she says as she walks out following Sergey and Alexei.
Ava snickers as Nikolai looks at me, “What? What did I say?” He walks past me as I shake my head slightly.
I watch as she opens her purse for her mask. She puts her head down as she starts for the door.
I stop her, sliding my arm across her stomach to her waist, “I meant them. Not us.”
She looks up at me and anger spreads across her face as she scrunches her nose, “You could have told me you know?”
“Cottontail, You know that wouldn’t make a difference. I will be the head of the Bratva soon which means you—”
“ —Yeah I know yours to own.” She turns her back on me as she walks over the table and sits down on the edge.
I sulk closer, “That attitude, mmmhm I do love it. Don’t forget you are mine but I am yours as well.” I take the lighter and light three of the taper candles on the desk, “You could have caused us to not complete what we need to do.” I grab one of the candles.
Her chest rapid as I lift her dress, tugging it to her hips, “No panties today for me to rip off of you?” She is so gorgeous and fuck, do I love to make her sweat.
She starts to spread her thighs, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I fucking hate you and everything you have ever done to me.” She lifts her heels to the table sliding her ass back on the lacquer table-top, “I don’t blame you for hating me too.” She spreads her legs exposing her soaking pussy and trails her finger to her clit, “I hate how much you make me feel like it's only me and you when we are together,” she says as she moans slightly. The bulge against my thigh grows watching her marvelous pussy open wide for me.
I kneel and swipe my tongue up her pussy as she circles her clit, “I hate how good you taste all the time. How does it feel being a little slut and hating me so much that you let me fuck your pussy and ass until you are raw?”
I pour wax over her inner thigh and she yelps into a smile from the burn, “I hate that I should have sliced you with that knife the first time I was here.” I pour wax down the other inner thigh as she grits out a moan, “Fu– that feels good.” Her eyes flutter into a roll.
She is such a fucking beautiful woman.
I set the candle down as I stand and I grab her throat, pulling it forward slightly, “You are doing really well so keep hating me, I want to watch you despise me.” I take my knife out and flick it open. Her eyes widen like saucers for a split second and closes them, making me grin. She trusts me.
She drags her fingers to her opening and inserts two, slowly moving them in and out. I take the hilt of the knife and circle it on her clit, “So desperate to stay here as mine, that you let me get you off with a knife,” I groan watching her, “and it is fucking beautiful.”
She moans with a nod. Her hand grasps my shoulder, clawing at my back, as she plants her other behind her on the table, “I..I..want,” she says struggling between her whimpers.
I pressed harder into her clit, “What do you want?”
She lays her head back, “I’m going to…”
“That’s a good girl. Cum for me.” I say as she struggles to stay seated. Her heels lift to my waist, pushing me away the best she could. “Oh, no, you are going to finish for me.”
She pushes again, moaning as she shakes her head. Her cheeks are flush as her fingers pick up speed. I keep my focus on her heavy eyes. Her fingers slow as her legs start to shake, “Ro–Roman,” She says, as she tries to straighten her bending legs, but I keep her steady with my weight. Circling the knife, I slowly let off the pressure.
She pulls out her fingers as her body shakes. I grab her wrist and place her two fingers in my mouth, sucking her from them as I insert the hilt of the knife into her opening. My hand finds the back of her head as I slide the handle in and out, rolling her orgasm, “I love the way you taste. I love the way you say my name. I love the way you cum. I love the way you spread your legs for me.”
Her body starts to relax and I remove the knife’s base, as her breath starts to even. “You did such a good job,” I say, as I slowly drag the sharp blade under the wax on her inner thigh. She squirms a little as it shaves it away from her skin. Swiping the purple wax from my blade, I drag it against her skin, peeling the wax away from her other thigh. I bend down and kiss her inner thigh as she runs her hands through my hair. I make my way to her slick opening and gently give her a kiss. Straightening my posture, I grin as she wraps her hands around my waist laying her head on my abdomen.
Did she break me instead of me breaking her?