Epilogue - Kazia
“Are you sure about this?” I asked again as I sat in front of the vanity, putting the finishing touches on my makeup.
Nicu stalked up behind me, his hand settling on the bare skin of my shoulders, and I shivered in response. It’s only been a few days since they killed their father, and yet all of us seem to breathe easier, calmer. Like we were all finally free.
He bent down, kissing my cheek as he sighed, “Yes, Kazia. We all decided this together, and it's the best move.”
“I just…,” I didn't want him to resent me later, but I couldn't get the words out. The look in his eyes reflecting on me through the mirror told me he already knew what I was going to say.
His lips moved from my cheek, down my neck, and over my shoulder. Spending the most time on that spot where I took a bullet for him. The hot, wet trail had me biting my lip to keep a moan from spilling out because if I did that, we wouldn't leave the room, and I didn’t want to keep our guests waiting. This was the first time I’d been able to wear such an expensive formal dress, and I really didn't want to mess it up.
“We’re all sure of our decision.” He paused, his fingers digging into my arm as he stared at me. “Are you sure about yours?”
I wanted to twirl around and say yes, but the hesitation in his voice made me pause. He needed to know I was taking his question seriously. It was only two days ago that I told them I didn't want to go back to LA and that I wanted to stay here with them. I bet as much reservations as I had about their decision, he also had about mine. Afraid that after everything, we might change our minds later, but when you experience what we went through together, it makes an everlasting bond, and that's what I felt for the Azadian Brothers. They were mine, and I was theirs. That's it.
Standing up, my floor-length off-the-shoulder dress with a slit down the thigh felt like silk, curving around my body like a glove. The little puckered wound in my shoulder was on display, a badge of honor, a reminder that I survived. The golden shimmering dress sparkled under the light, reflecting off the mirror, giving my room a type of magical glow.
Turning around, I tugged at his collar, a sign that I wanted a kiss, and he lowered his body towards mine. These kisses weren’t the fast, desperate ones that made my blood boil. No, these were slow and lazy, speaking silent words of having all the time in the world to explore our bodies and how they intertwine. I was starting to become addicted to these kisses.
“The guests are here,” Ion called from the doorway.
I was the first to break away and turn to Ion. A flash of jealousy crossed his face. He was trying to hide and accept it, but I knew that my being with all three of them was hard for him at times; other times, he seemed to be perfectly fine. It was such a new process for all of us. Something we still had to work through now that the main danger was gone.
Going over to him, I reached up on my tippy toes, swiping my tongue along the seam of his lips, and he opened it immediately. His hands circled my waist, lifting me up higher to deepen the kiss. Our tongues clashed, fighting almost for dominance until he conceded, and I gripped his chest hard. Since he stopped doing drugs all together, his body was beginning to fill out, take on more muscle and he loved when I touched him. It's going to be a long road for him, but I was going to be there every step of the way, encouraging him with sexual favors when he turned someone’s offer away.
He backed up against the door, moaning out just as Cezar called from the hallway, “Is this how it's always going to be? The second and third husbands always trying to take the first husband's spot?!”
Giggling against Ion, I pulled away first, seeing the red stain of my lipstick on his mouth and swiped my thumb across his lips. Giving Ion a smile, I turned and took Cezar’s outstretched arms, making sure I watched out for the splint that his thumb was in. I was still trying to convince him to go to the doctor and get a cast, like the doctors recommended, and he still refused. Damn stubborn psycho. “Of course. How could you think it would be any different?”
“Nan says you’re a cheeky little princess, and you should be nice to me.” His wide smile told me a different story.
My lips pinched as I raised a brow. “Nope. That doesn't sound like Nan. In fact, Nan would be the one to tell me to be more cheeky.”
His head tilted to the side, nodding his head as he laughed, “Ya, you’re right.” His arms pulled me in tight, wrapping mine around him as he took a long, deep inhale, drinking me in.
We took a few steps like this, in each others arms before we moved to being hand in hand going down the hallway. As soon as we reaching the top of the stairs, and I halted. Old fears clawed at my throat. For a moment, I could almost feel Arak waiting at the bottom, his cold stare pinning me in place, but then I exhaled. He was dead. He couldn’t hurt me anymore. Putting one foot in front of the other, Cezar squeezed my arm, letting me know he was there as we descended.
Going into the dining room, there were already several people inside. Some of them were other mafia’s from bordering countries; others were higher-ups in their own organization. This was the who’s who of their world, and today, we were center stage.
An older gentleman with long silver locks, deep worry lines, and a cane came up to the four of us right away. “Nicu, Ion,” he nodded behind me, “Cezar, always a pleasure.” Then he turned his attention to me. “Is this the beautiful woman I heard your father has lined up to be your stepmother?”
I could feel the air around me shift, a dangerous edge filled the space, as I could feel the guys closing in on me, but we went over this. This issue was going to be resolved soon, so I smiled at the man, even if it was tight lipped.
Not picking up on the vibe, or just not caring, he picked up my hand and kissed it. It wasn't as off-putting as when I met Arak, but at the same time, I had a feeling I needed to be cautious with this man.
Nicu snapped his hand out, grabbing my hand away from this man. The man lifted his hands immediately, “No harm, son. I'm not trying to take your woman.”
“You can wait for the start of dinner to ask her such questions.” Nicu’s voice commanded as he stepped closer to this man, making his threat known. This man's lips slanted, almost like he found this all so amusing. I needed to watch out for this man, he reminding me of a snake waiting in the grass.
Nicu excused us and directed both me and Cezar away from the man, whispering in my ear, “That was Rasmus Hovsepian.” He looked around the room and pointed to another man in a suit, a little on the older side, but this one didn't have a cane and had some bulk to him. “That is Madric Zakarian.”
Now that I knew who they were, the other head bosses, I made a mental note to keep tabs on those two men for the night. Who they talked to, what they liked, everything. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” I whispered.
The clinking of a glass drew my attention. One of the kitchen staff was telling everyone that dinner was ready. We all filtered around the tables, myself at the head with all my men around me, always close, how I liked it.
Someone on the far end raised their glass and asked where Arak was, and I told them that all good things come to those who wait. That seemed to quiet the room, and I smiled. We’ll talk about that soon enough.
The kitchen staff came out one by one, setting the plates of food in front of each person. Nicu stood up and raised his glass.
“First, my brothers and our wife would like to thank you all for coming today.” Wide eyes went in my direction, and I could feel them assessing me, trying to guess my worth. “Unfortunate events have befallen our family, and Arak Azadian has passed away.” Voices rose, the chatter spread as people were talking over each other, saying this can't be true, demanding proof.
Nicu clinked his glass with ease like he expected this. “While I don't think it's appropriate dinner entertainment, we have no problems showing you proof.” He whistled, and two men with platters came from around the corner.
A gasp went over the crowd; some people even stood up in shock, but the two other family heads both smiled wide.
“As you can see,” Nicu informed them with a smooth, authoritative voice, “one has his heart, that was cut out as it was still beating, and the other his head. Unfortunately, his eyes didn't make it.”
He chuckled at the end, and everyone turned to pay attention to him, fear settled in their eyes. “Going forward there’s to be a new head of the Azadian family. Our father had a vision, you see, a vision to bring back an old tradition, one that would bring peace and prosperity to all three families.” He nodded to each of the bosses, “And so my brothers and I would like to respect his wishes and push this new vision through.”
My legs were shaking, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst, but I reminded myself that I could do this. Ion slid his hand over my leg, giving it a squeeze, and nodded at me. Giving me the encouragement and support I needed.
When I chose to stay, I knew I was choosing something brutal. The life I dreamed of in LA? Gone. That normal, simple future? It had died with Arak in that old, dirty basement.
What the four of us have gone through together has bound us, for better or worse. Knowing who these men are and what they do for a living, I knew being with them was going to change me. I was no longer the Kazia Lee, the girl who put frat boys in their places and worked like a dog to accomplish her dream. I was now Kazia Lee, the wife of three Armenian gangsters. I needed to dig deep and succumb to that darkness inside of me. Consume it and let it rage when anyone came in the way of what me and my husbands wanted.
Standing up next to Nicu, everyone’s eyes were on me, and I stood straighter, reminding myself to look and feel who I was now, who I might’ve always been.
“I’m Kazia Lee, the last seer and Romani princess of the Lee family. I have taken Nicu, Ion, and Cezar Azadian as my husbands, and we’ll be directing this family toward a new phase of prosperity that has never been reached before. The spirits from now on will be protecting this family and their endeavors,” my voice went low, glaring out at the sea of people who had the potential to harm my family.
I let the darkness fill me up; a vicious, cruel smile warped my face, narrowing my eyes on everyone here. “And whoever goes against us will meet a fate worse than he did.” I threw my chin at Arek’s pitiful remains. “Your death and destruction will be imminent. I have foreseen it.”
6 months later
“Cezar, where are you taking me? You know I have my training with Shera in a few hours.” After taking over the family, there was a lot of showboating and grandstanding that too place after. A few skirmishes broke out, we had to fight with a few of the captains and higher-up men in the organization, but everything had calmed down after we took care of those that didn’t fall into line. So, business as usual.
I was able to contact Shera Boswell, the woman Arek called in to verify my blood, to get trained in the art of being a chovihani. We had to get help from Rasmus Hovsepian to get in contact with her, which cost us a future favor to the Hovsepain family, but it was worth it. I got to learn a lot about my people and what we believed.
It was quite an experience to go into the woods for a few days and connect with nature, to learn how to read the signs of my dreams, and to recognize when the moon goddess was talking to me. It was a lot, but at the same time, it felt right, like I had made the right decision all along.
“That old lady can take a backseat today. Today is special.”
I stumbled, grabbing his hands for dear life, wishing the blindfold would just untie on its own, but this was Cezar. There was no way it wasn't tight and knotted to perfection.
“Careful, careful, there are some steps here. Nan says you need more work on your balance.”
Gritting my teeth, I reminded myself that Nan was a beloved person in his life, and I was not to yell at her and tell her to keep her mouth shut. While Cezar had a hard time with Cal, Nan was the nosy one that I had a hard time with.
Toeing my way through each step carefully, Cezar growled out and hoisted me up. “I don't want to wait anymore.”
Hooking my arms around his neck, I breathed him in, loving his natural earthy, woodsy musk. “What’s the occasion?”
He scoffed under his breath, “Of course you don't know,” but just left it at that. He finally set me down on my feet, lifting both arms above my head and he whispered in my ear, “Do you know how beautiful you are to me? Every curve, every shape, every inch of this body is carved to perfection.” He moved so his body was against mine, “and you're all mine,” his breathless words on my neck caused my skin to quake.
All three of them had this obsession with me being theirs, and while they did, in fact, share me, when I was with each of them individually, they liked to make their mark, reminding my body and soul who had ownership. It was fine with me because they’re all mine, and there was no changing that.
The clinking of metal sounded and I stiffened, feeling both hands now in shackles above me. “Cezar?”
Instead of responding, he tugged the top of my dress down, my breast on full display as he rolled both nipples between his fingers, the fiction causing me to be breathless. Soon, a familiar clamped feeling was on my nipples and a cool chain dropped down, swinging right below my chest.
Before I could talk, his hands gripped my thighs, his fingers walking their way up my dress and to my hips, hooking my panties with two fingers and running them down my legs slowly. I exhaled, getting the idea of where this way was going, and I liked it.
Pillow-soft lips kissed their way up my inner thigh, making them tremble when he bit down on a sensitive spot right at the same time he yanked on the chain.
“Oh, Cezar,” my words took on a heady edge, already wanting more, faster.
With my eyes blinded, I was listening to everything. The movement of the fabric of his pants, his heavy breathing down below, the clanking of the metal as my arms fisted, the occasional coolness of the metal chain that swung against my chest, all of it enveloping my senses. I could even taste the dampness in the air, smelling the woods at a distance, knowing we’re not in the core of the city.
His response was to swipe his tongue along my center, and I cried out. Tugging on my restraints as I wanted to sink my hands into his silky locks and control his movements. Letting out a frustrated grunt, he smiled along my pussy, breathing out a puff of a laugh as he cooed, “Such a greedy Roma.”
He swung both of my legs over his shoulders, gripping my thighs in both hands, his thumbs pushing my skin to make my center on full display before he ate me out like he was a man on death row and got his last meal.
Since I was just hanging, I had zero control, no way to push or move, and I desperately thrust with all of my core at his face, chasing that coiled pleasure he was building inside of me.
Each swipe, lick, and suck, my pulse skyrocket, and my muscles clenched. The adrenaline buzzed right underneath my skin, wanting more, wanting to fall over the edge, and he kept reeling me back as he changed speeds.
Just when I was about to yell at him to fuck me, he shoved something cold and hard inside me, pumping it in and out of me, spreading my arousal around, and my whole body shook. “Yes,” I moaned, needing something to clench onto.
He chuckled again, and I envisioned him looking up at me with his lips and chin glistening, such a stunning sight that it made me even more turned on. “That's just the start, my roma.” A click sounded, and suddenly, a buzzing came from the cool metal item and shook me from the inside out. The vibrations were sharp and deep, blending that line of pain and pleasure that made my eyes cross as he kept up the pace of the item. Was he using the shock wand but backwards?
“Oh. Oh, yes. Fuck. Yes!”
Another click and the vibrations clicked up a notch, almost becoming painful, except he wrapped his lips around my clit and flicked his tongue back and forth, causing my body to clench up.
Just when the heat began to spread, taking my body by storm, the sound of a heavy metal door opened, and Nicu’s voice followed. “So you got her good and prepped? I’ve been holding a half hard-on ever since you put us on speaker.”
Cezar stopped, kissing the inside of my trembling thighs before removing whatever it was inside of me. “Well, I wouldn't be a good first husband if I didn't help you two out. It's a lot of responsibility being the first.” Something ran up my leg and a small shock of electricity hit my thigh, making me twitch in excitement.
He always enjoyed playing that card, rubbing it in their faces, and I didn't mind because it was kinda true. He was the only one, right from the get-go, who wanted me and knew we were meant to be. The voices told him so.
Someone lifted the back of my dress and smacked my ass hard. I cried out at the pain that took the edge off the orgasm I was denied, making it so I could finally breathe. “I don't think she’s nearly ready enough for us.” Nicu’s sneer had my competitive side rearing its ugly head around.
“I,” taking a desperate breath in, “I’m more than ready.”
“Ooohhh, did you hear the princess? Telling us she’s more than ready.” Lips touched the shell of my ear, “Do you think you can take more than one of us?”
I scoffed at him, “Of course.” My cocky ass has been taking more than one of them for a while now, and I could do it again in my sleep.
Someone tugged on the chain between my breasts and I gasped out, the sensation making my body clench. Lips touched my ribcage, Nicu’s provocative murmur spread along my body, “Now that's how I like to see you, unbridled lust and hungry for our cocks.”
His strong, thick hands grabbed at my right leg, and the sound of multiple pants unzipping bounced around the room. He lifted my leg high up as the head of his cock rubbed at my slick entrance. “You’ll take this cock and more. Do you hear me, princess?” Not waiting for my answer, his cock speared pussy with a savage force, making my back bend and my head snap back as I cried out. He repeated the motion over and over, his hands gripping my thigh so hard I knew it was going to bruise later, but none of that mattered when I was feeling this fucking good.
His thrusts grew faster, making me bounce up and down, the metal of the shackles clinking together with each entrance of his fat, thick cock. Licking my lips, I heard Ion on my other side, “Fuck, you look like a goddess.” His reverent hands reached up, trailing my bouncing body as he grabbed the chain and tugged.
Like he just pulled the release lever, I clenched down, toes curled as my first orgasm crashed into me and moaned so loud I could hear it echo back to me.
“Fuuuucck. That's what I like. Come all over this cock of yours,” Nicu groaned. The wet sounds of our fucking grew louder and louder until I heard some steps coming closer, and Nicu’s thrusts got slower. It felt like he was giving me a break until another cock butted up to the same fucking entrance.
Just when I was going to say something, a hand went around my throat, stopping the sounds from coming out as the second cock worked its way up and into me. “Like I said princess, you're going to take our cocks and take them like a good little girl.” The burning stretch of my pussy faded into the background as my lungs worked harder to gasp for air. Every thought in my mind disappeared, and this sweet bliss of nothingness left my body relaxed.
When both cocks were seated inside of me, the hand at my throat released me, and I gasped for air; so desperate for oxygen that I didn’t notice that they had started moving. Both sets of hands gripping down hard on my legs and hips, the feeling of being so full for a second as their short thrusts began to deepen, stretching me out further.
Nicu’s strong, commanding voice took on a gruff edge. “That's right, stretch out wide for our cocks like I said you would.”
Gentle kisses trailed my arm as Ion’s reverent voice called beside me, “You know you look so good when you scream.” My head lolled to that side, wishing I could kiss him, to look him in the eyes, to see his face in the throes of pleasure.
As soon as I loosened up enough, the right side started to pound into me harder, Nicu’s voice curling along my conscious, “Fuck, princess. You’re still so fucking tight you can barely take us. That cocky mouth of yours got you in trouble, but don't worry, I’ll fix that.”
I turned my head to my right, licking my lips as I clenched down on both of their cocks, making them both grunt. “I think I’m proving my point.”
Nicu ran his teeth along my shoulder, keeping up his rougher pace as he marked me, moaning out, “Fuck. Maybe I should choke out that little neck of yours again to shut your sassy mouth up. Your body’s barely keeping up with being double stuffed.”
I bit back on my response when I felt something cool spread between my cheeks. Cezar’s mischievous voice called out between the kisses he ran down my spine. “I don't know. I have faith in my roma. She seemed like she could take another cock. Right, my love?”
My body shook at the thought until he worked two fingers into my ass, and a delicious tension unfurled. A pulsing wave ran all over my body as stars began to explode in front of my eyes. “Oh. Oh fuck.”
He kept kissing my back, finding spots that made my nerves sing his praises, and I relaxed against his intrusion of my back entrance.
Cezar, being the kind one, snaked his other hand in front of me, rubbed my clit how I liked and pleasure surged from my belly. Both Nicu and Ion moaned out like they just couldn’t take it much longer.
My arms started to feel numbing tingles going up and down, but I just couldn't seem to care when my body was so worked up like this. When they slowed down and Cezar eased himself into my ass, I bit my lip to keep from screaming. Full. So fucking full, was all my brain could register. Once he was fully seated inside, they all stopped, letting me adjust to having them all inside me like this.
A slow rocking started from behind, each movement had my body singing and my breath came out in short, haughty bursts, but I relished in this feeling. Of being so full, so out of control, that I had to giving myself over to them completely.
Cezar’s forehead rested on my back, his breathing coming out choppy as he said, “Fuck. I’ll never get enough of you. I want you so much all the time. I’m willing to sell my soul to the devil if we can just stay like this forever.”
He pulled himself out and in one motion, pushed forward until he was completely seated and like a switch was flipped, the two others took that as an opportunity to fuck the shit out of me.
Both of them rubbing against that thin wall between my ass and pussy, making Cezar grunt. His hand on one of my hips went to the chain, giving short hard yanks as he slowly pushed in and out faster and faster. Pleasure shot out like electric currents spreading through my veins, tightening, pulling, teasing.
All my senses were on overload, my whole body just a live wire of pleasure and pain being plucked at just the right times, crying out whenever one side or the other took more control. Everything was out of my hands and into theirs until I couldn't take it anymore.
Heat pooled at my core, my orgasm growing underneath the surface as my heart beat out of my chest. At one point, all of them were inside of me, their moans and praises filling my soul, and that surge of heat took over my body, crashing down over me in ecstasy.
I screamed out their names to the sky as my body clenched down on them. I wanted everyone and anyone to hear how these men broke me, used me, but also built me back up into something more.
The rippling waves of pleasure shook through my body as familiar curses sounded and their cum filled me up to where I couldn't breathe.
Completely spent and exhausted, my body slumped in my chains, every cell in my body in a delirious state of bliss.
Nicu called for the keys from Cezar, taking off my blindfold and bringing down my arms slowly, settling me in his lap carefully, letting them adjust to being able to move freely. It was a total one eighty from the controlling asshole he was earlier, and I loved it. He pushed me and I pushed him.
Ion was already at my side, giving me sips of water, running his hand through my hair as he whispered sweet, loving words in my ear. Cezar brought a warm washcloth to clean me up and removed the nipple clamps. All of it was so amazing that I just smiled, knowing that nothing could beat the feeling of being so taken care of.
“Happy Birthday, princess,” Nicu cuddled into me, turning my head to his as he kissed me like he was telling me I was the most precious thing in the world to him.
As soon as he pulled away, Ion was right there, resting his forehead on mine, thumb skimming my lips as he looked me in the eye. His autumn orbs swirled, looked brighter than ever before. “You're our world, and we’ll always take care of you. Happy Birthday, my Kazia.”
My brain was slowly kicking back on, and I realized that this was a birthday present and I laughed. “I didn't even remember.”
Cezar gently tugged me out of Nicu’s arms, cradling me in his as he took my hands and kissed my palms, his eyes still on me that spoke of a forever kind of fervor. “We know. That's why we wanted to make you remember.”
He tipped his head to the side but kept his mouth shut, his brows pinched, and I knew who it was talking to him.
“What did Cal say?”
His eyes tipped up, twinkling with a dangerous kind of hunger. “He said we should top it every year, that way you can never forget again, and this time, I think he’s right. We’ll have all year to think about how we can top this one.”
Settling my head on his, I kissed his lips, then his nose, then his cheeks. “I think that's one of Cal’s best ideas.”
THE END