Chapter Five
Jane tried to fall asleep and ignore the sound of Alexey moving around the apartment. He had a big place, and usually she didn’t hear a single sound he made. Tonight, she heard everything and it was driving her crazy.
After their walk in the park, Alexey dropped her off at the apartment, kissed her on the forehead, which he never did, and then left. She hadn’t seen him at lunch, nor at dinner, and this was unusual for him. She hated that it bothered her.
Jane was used to being alone and eating alone.
That was how her life had been for a long time.
She was not someone who needed anyone’s company.
In the last few months, she had grown to really enjoy Alexey’s company.
He made her feel safe, and he didn’t want anything from her.
This was not a tit-for-tat deal. He saved her, just as she saved him.
She growled as she threw the covers off her body and stormed out of her bedroom. Alexey stood in the hallway between the kitchen and dining room. He had a glass of red wine in his hands and a book in the other. A simple fiction book. He was keeping her awake by pacing his apartment, reading.
“Why aren’t you in bed?” she asked.
“I’m reading.”
She tightened her hands into fists as she glared at him. It was a good enough reason, but she didn’t have to like it, and she glared at him, not impressed at all with his answer.
“Why didn’t you come home for lunch today?” she asked.
“I was busy.”
“And dinner?”
“Still busy.”
“Don’t you think that is rude, and you didn’t even send me a message and I waited for—”
“I don’t owe you anything, Jane.”
This took her back a bit. She didn’t think he owed her anything at all. “I thought we were friends,” she said.
“Friends tell people stuff. They don’t lie. They don’t hide,” he said.
“I’m not lying and I’m not hiding.”
“But you don’t divulge anything.”
“And neither do you,” she said.
“Because you don’t want to know,” Alexey said. “You never ask for details.”
“What do you want me to say, Alexey? You want me to ask how many people you’ve killed? How many people you hurt today, or perhaps some shitty deals you know people aren’t going to be able to pull out on? What do you want me to say?”
“I want you to trust me,” he answered.
This conversation was confusing to her. They were arguing and she didn’t know why. Nothing seemed to make sense.
“I do trust you.”
“With your life, but not your past, apparently.”
“There’s nothing to tell. You don’t need to know how fucking shit my life was, okay?
How I was dropped off at a freaking church, which you already know.
You know that no parents looked twice at me.
The plain girl. The ugly girl. I was moved from one foster home to another, whenever they had a spot.
” She threw her arms in the air. “You had to learn to survive. Life is not good for those that don’t look the part.
Do you really want to know what happened to that guy and why it was swept under the rug?
Fine, we all played a part in killing that piece of shit.
” Jane couldn’t believe she had said that.
Alexey said nothing.
She looked at him, had every intention of turning on her heel and leaving, but she just stared at him, then the words she had never spoken tumbled out.
“He hurt one of the girls. She was ten years old. She was a sweet little thing. Her mother had ... she was not like us, and something had gone wrong. A teacher reported something. Either way, she was adamant that it had all been one giant mistake. A joke blown completely out of proportion, but Social Services wanted their five minutes of fame or a power play, or I don’t know what.
She was not one of us. She was a girl that had been loved, and because she kept arguing and trying to get back to her family, they placed her with him.
He was a piece of shit who lived on a ranch out in the middle of nowhere.
His home always looked the best it could, because he hid his real life in the basement.
That was where he filmed it all. Raping young girls and boys. Always at the right age.” Jane stopped.
“She was ten and just wanted to get back to her mommy, so we all took turns trying to keep her safe, away from him. But he knew what we were doing, and when we realized we’d all been sent on a mindless errand and came back, that little girl was gone.
She was alive, but that sparkle in her eye was gone, and we all knew what that look meant. ”
Jane felt tears spring to her eyes.
“So, we concocted a plan. One that meant every person played their part. I will not name names. I have never spoken a word, but we all made sure he paid.”
“What was your part?” he asked.
“I drugged him. I was the one that had to get him his beer, and I did, and I put the drugs in that would keep him lucid, to lure him where he needed to go. A couple of others teased him, luring him down to the basement. That was where we were all waiting for him. Every single one of us had to hurt him,” Jane said.
“What happened afterward?” Alexey asked.
“They wanted to charge us all with murder. They couldn’t figure out who did it.
They realized we must have all played a part, and then we used his tapes as leverage.
The case was buried. There was no investigation into anyone, not even the social workers who knew what was going on.
He paid them to bring him the youngest ones that were not wanted.
He had to take us older ones to cover his tracks. ”
“What happened to the girl?” he asked.
“We made sure she was sent home to her parents, where we told them what happened. I heard they got her some good therapy, and she’s doing okay, but I don’t go back. We all agreed to never talk about it, nor look back. I broke that promise tonight.” She looked at his wine. “Now, I need a drink.”
She walked into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of white wine.
Jane had never been a drinker. She had never drunk to be intoxicated.
All her life, she had valued control. She had seen what alcohol did, especially to kids that ended up in places like she had because they couldn’t control themselves.
Pouring herself a large glass, she looked at Alexey who entered the kitchen, and she clinked her glass with his.
“To old memories.”
“I killed my father,” Alexey said.
She took a large gulp of wine, and it tasted nice, but she was not much of a wine drinker.
“What?”
“He was selling out. Giving up turf, land, and becoming a mockery to the mafias in the area, and even the MC. They were using him, because they felt he was weak. He was not a fighter.”
“What happened?”
“One night, an MC group comes into one of the bars we own, and I’m there with my friends.
We’re having a good time. This MC club walks in and says this is their turf now.
They start to take over. I call my dad for backup, and he tells me to get out, that the club is no longer ours.
He doesn’t even put up a fight. But I do.
Me, Nikolai, Makar, and Igor, we took on the whole MC and destroyed them.
We took the club. My father was fuming. He threatened to cast me out, and I realized I couldn’t follow a coward.
I killed him and anyone else who believed it was time to step aside for them.
I took the Bratva back and I pushed the mafias out.
Morello is one that attempted to take from my father. ”
“I guess we both have a past,” she said.
“We do.”
****
Alexey fell to the sofa with Jane in his arms. He wasn’t sure what they were laughing about. The wine flowed, and it felt good to relax with her.
He cupped her waist and stared into her brown eyes. Jane had opened up to him tonight, and he wasn’t disgusted with her. He understood her a little more. She couldn’t stand to see injustice play out.
That was why she ran down Frank Morello. That was why she helped kill that guy all those years ago. They had tried to hide it, but those kids had been able to save so many, and they probably didn’t even realize it.
“What were we talking about?” Jane asked.
Alexey leaned in close, and he took a chance and kissed her. He’d been thinking about kissing her for a long time, and rather than wait or ask permission, he took the kiss he wanted.
She let out a little moan, and then her hands went to his chest. “Alexey?” she asked.
He pulled away and waited.
Jane looked up at him, then she cupped his face, pulled him down, and kissed him. Running his hand down her side, he cupped her hip and growled against her flesh.
His cock hardened, and he tugged at her pajama shorts and slid his hand up the inside of her thigh to stroke her pussy. She cried out and he swallowed it down as he slid a finger between her wet slit.
He touched her clit, moving his fingers from side to side, and all over, as he massaged her. He stroked his tongue across her bottom lip, and she gasped, to which he thrust his tongue into her mouth.
Pulling his hand from her pussy, he moved back and tugged at her shorts, not letting up until they tore beneath his grip.
She let out a giggle, and he laughed with her, but he was determined to get her naked.
Within seconds, the shirt was gone, and he stroked his fingers across the few mottled bruises that remained on her stomach.
“No one is ever going to hurt you again,” he said.
He tugged her over his lap, so that she straddled him. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he tugged her down, pulled her closer, and kissed her harder. She let out a moan.
He loved the sounds she made, and she reached for his pants, opening the button, and easing the zipper down. She reached in, pulled his cock out, and stroked him.
Running his hands down her back, he went to her ass and gripped her flesh, tightening his grip. It felt so good, he didn’t want to let her go.
The grip she had on his cock tightened and he groaned, because he was so close to coming. He felt like a fucking teenage boy, which made no sense. He was a full-grown man with plenty of experience.
He couldn’t get enough of her. She was not like any other woman he had ever known, and he found that unusually intoxicating. She was stunning. Beautiful. She rocked his whole freaking world.
A woman had never made him feel this way. They usually disappointed him, or he got bored. Three months of Jane in his life, and he was not bored.
He moved his hand between them, cupped her pussy, slid his finger between her wet slit, and then pressed a finger inside her. She was tight and he looked up at her.
“Are you a virgin?”
“No,” she said.
“Good.” He didn’t want to have to worry about hurting her or taking time for her to get accustomed to the feel of his cock. He pulled his finger from her entrance, then lined the tip of his cock to her core and pulled her down, so she sat on his length.
They both cried out as he went to the hilt within her. She grabbed his shoulders and ground against him. He pulled her up, and she followed him, thrust for thrust, grinding down on him. He watched her take his length, and she was still so tight.
Thrusting inside her, he needed to fuck her, and all too soon, he pulled her off his length and moved her to her knees. He stood behind her, found her entrance, and slammed in. He didn’t give her the chance to get used to him, as he fucked her hard, pounding inside her, filling her up.
Alexey grabbed her hair, wrapping it around his fist as he ploughed inside her. He didn’t hold back and forced her to take every inch of his length.
She cried out.
He slapped her ass with his free hand. “That’s it, take it, baby. Take my whole cock.”
He fucked her hard and didn’t let up.
Alexey let go of her hair as he slid his hand between her thighs and started to stroke her clit. He felt her tighten around his cock, and he closed his eyes, because he needed to gain control. He was so close to spilling his cum deep inside her pussy.
Before he did that, he needed Jane to come, and quickly. He felt desperate, as he focused on her clit, building her pleasure up higher.
He felt the change within her, as her orgasm got closer.
Pushing her right over the edge, she screamed his name, and he growled hers out.
He wanted to prolong her orgasm, but there was no way he was going to be able to do that.
He needed to come now. He let go of her clit, grabbed her hips, and pounded inside her, so that all they heard was the sound of their slapping flesh.
Gritting his teeth, all it took was a few more thrusts and he filled her with wave upon wave of his cum.