1. Valentin Volkov
CHAPTER ONE
VALENTIN VOLKOV
While my mind still feels like I’m in my thirties, my body is definitely reminding me of its advancing age. Yet, my cock remains hard and alive, as if I’m still just twenty-one.
My eyes shift down to the woman in front of me, bent over the sink.
Her large breasts spill out from her buttoned, collared shirt, bouncing. With her black skirt hiked up, I thrust my cock into her.
Just then, my phone vibrates, and I pull it from my pocket to see a message from the Pakhan. ‘Where the fuck are you?’
I pocket my phone again and thrust my cock into her with more force. The mirror strikes the wall, and the intern lets out a sharp, pained gasp.
“Did that hurt?” I smirk at her reflection, seeing the pain in her eyes.
“A little,” she squeaks.
“Good!” I growl, tugging at her hair and wrapping my hand around her neck, drawing her head back to me as her eyes lock onto mine in the mirror.
I’m not focused on the woman in front of me. I’m lost in thought, distracted and distant, as my mind drifts to all the women I’ve fucked lately. None of them individually has interested me, but thinking of them all at once helps trigger an orgasm.
“Stay still,” I groan, slamming harder into her from behind.
Pressing down on the intern’s back, I pull out roughly, leaving her bent over. With my hand around my cock, I jerk myself off until my cum splatters across her ass.
I quickly zip my pants and fasten my belt. “Thanks.” No point in hanging around, making small talk. Instead, I exit the bathroom, wiping my hands on a towel and throwing it on the floor, now catching a glimpse of the intern crawling out through the other door.
Entering the conference room, it’s apparent that my lawyer has been waiting quietly. He finally lifts his gaze from his notepad, where he has been diligently writing, ensuring that I recognize his discretion. “Feel better?”
“I sure do.”
I exhale deeply, adjust my tie, and gaze out the window. Standing sixty floors above the bustling sidewalk, I look down at a city alive with energy and movement yet shadowed by the dark influence of men like me—men who thrive on chaos.
As one of the five Brigadiers overseeing the world’s largest Bratva, the Coalition, my hidden network distributes seventy-five percent of the firearms on these gritty streets. My power has earned me billions. And today, I will be giving half of it to my son.
I face my attorney and move to the table, hands clasping behind my back. Not taking a seat, I instead stand over the documents laid out before me, neatly arranged and ready for my signature. “Is everything in there?”
“Yes, Brigadier.”
Glancing up at him, my heart is racing as I lift the pen from the table. The tip hovers just above the signature line.
Noticing my hesitation, my attorney asks, “Are you sure you want to do this now? Everything will pass down to your son once we file these in court.”
By signing my name, my son will receive half of my money, become the CEO of my legitimate businesses, and reside in my Victorian mansion in upstate New York.
Is Daniel truly ready for the burden I’ve placed on him today?
I raised him like a Bratva prince, providing him with the best of everything and sending him to Ivy League schools.
If he’s not prepared, he’d better start getting ready.
One day, he will take my place as Brigadier, but that day is not today.
I will maintain control of the weapons distribution business. I have been a Brigadier and a weapons dealer since I was sixteen. It’s all I’ve known. He can take over the weapons side of things when I’m six feet under.
“It’s time, Robert,” I say firmly.
Taking a deep breath, I sign my name: Valentin Volkov.
“We will file these tomorrow,” Robert says, gathering the paperwork and handing them off to his secretary, who’s been waiting outside the door.
I stand here, grappling with the changes that mark the beginning of a new era for the Volkov legacy. My decision today was not made lightly. It was necessary for me to better serve the Bratva.
A year ago, my godson became the new Pakhan and leader of the Coalition. I pledged my loyalty to Andrei Savin, and in return, he appointed me as his advisor. This role has left me with little time to manage my own affairs.
Robert sets a glass of Scotch in front of me and pours one for himself. “Here’s to you, my friend!” He raises his glass to me, as we both acknowledge the significance of what I just did, drinking in celebration of a new beginning.
“Thank you.” I take a deep gulp, then slam the empty glass onto the polished wooden table.
Just outside of his office, my attention is immediately drawn to the intern busily typing at her computer. She’s around twenty-five, her eyes sparkling with youthful innocence, and my cock stiffens when she meets my gaze.
I catch her lips forming the words, “Call me.”
I flash her a smile before turning away, knowing I won’t see her again.
While I wait for the elevator, I reply to Andrei’s text. ‘Leaving attorney’s office. Be there in twenty.’
I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, rubbing my hand against my chest. I look around, making sure I’m alone before reaching into my pocket for a small bottle of medication. My trembling hands twist off the cap and take out a pill which sits weighty on my tongue before being swallowed down.
The elevator arrives with a welcoming ding, and the doors glide open.
I step inside, barely glancing behind me as I press the button for the parking garage.
Just as the doors begin to close, a hand swiftly slips in, halting them.
This unexpected interruption catches my attention, prompting me to turn around.
As the doors swing open, a young lady hurries in, her coffee cup clutched tightly in one hand. Just as she strides forward, her foot catches on the threshold, and she stumbles. Instinctively, I reach out, wrapping my arms around her to prevent her from falling, and her liquid spills on my tie.
“I’m so sorry! I’m such a klutz,” she gasps with a nervous giggle, a rosy blush spreading across her cheeks.
“Are you okay?” I ask, letting go of her as the doors slam shut with a resounding thud.
“Yes.” Her fingers wrap around my tie with a gentle yet assertive grip. “I can clean that for you,” she offers, her pointer finger elegantly gliding down the tie’s smooth surface.
“It’s not a big deal,” I answer with a smirk, enjoying her obvious flirtations.
She’s pretty. Her sundress, adorned with pink flowers, perfectly complements her light pink high heels and matching lipstick.
Her round breasts almost spill out from the top, and the delicate lace of her pink bra strap is teasingly visible.
But the black eye shadow and the dark mascara offer a hint that she’s not as pure as she’s pretending to be.
Her eyes spark with malicious glee. With a subtle tug, she pulls the tie tighter around my neck, sending a thrill of unexpected tension through me. “Again, I’m sorry.”
Spinning around, she tosses her thick hair, and the strands of her ponytail lightly graze my face. She positions herself so close to me that her round ass brushes against my cock. The confined space heightens the tension, and just like that, my dick is rock hard.
Perhaps Robert has sent me another gift.
I grip her hips as she subtly leans back against me.
Pressing my nose against her neck, I breathe in the sweet fragrance of her hair, reminiscent of ripe berries.
An intense urge to taste her overwhelms me, and I forcefully tug at her hair, my hand coming up to cradle her jaw until she’s looking up at me.
Our eyes lock for a moment before she closes them, as if she’s offering herself to me. Leaning down, my lips pluck gently at hers. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” I say softly against her mouth.
There’s something inherently sexy about the way her tongue barely peeks out to meet my lips. Her body against mine sends a hot, sharp spark of electricity through my veins. I’m already leaking precum with a pressing need to be inside her.
I turn her around, guiding her backward until her back hits the cold metal wall. Grabbing the coffee cup from her hand, I throw it on the ground before lifting her arm above her head, one hand clasping both of her wrists.
“What I want to do to you right now,” I whisper, running my nose along her neck.
My hand glides down the hem of her dress, slipping beneath the fabric, my fingertip tracing the soft skin of her inner thigh. “You like that, don’t you?”
She rotates her hips, purposely grinding against my cock. A soft whimper escapes her lips as she lifts her gaze to meet mine. She’s playing a dangerous game, one that could result in unpredictable consequences. Lucky for her, I like playing games.
However, she should be aware that I don’t lose. Ever.
Just as I’m pushing my fingers underneath her lace panties, the elevator begins to slow, nearing the lobby. I shake my head to clear the haze in which I’m caught up. Reluctantly, I pull myself away from her, swallowing every nerve on alert as silence hangs in the air.
She steps away, smoothing out her dress. Her feet shift uneasily, and she stares at the ground. Her chest rises and falls with each deep breath, the pace of them a silent testament to her inner turmoil. No, she’s certainly not a gift from Robert.
Unlike his interns, she captivates my interest in a way that leaves me both intrigued and cautious. Her presence is wrapped in an air of mystery and danger.
I want to fuck this girl.
Claim her.
Own her.
So, who the fuck is she?
As the elevator doors begin to open, my hand glides behind my back, fingers curling around the cool grip of my gun.
With a deliberate motion, I release the safety, my heart pounding in sync with anticipation.
Looking into the vast lobby, I find it eerily silent and empty.
To my relief, no one is waiting there to kill me.
I carefully re-engage the safety on my weapon.
As she moves forward to exit, I quickly reach out to halt the closing doors. With a hopeful grin, I ask, “Maybe we could grab coffee sometime?”
She turns to face me, her ankles crossed, hands clasped behind her back. An aura of innocence surrounds her, accentuated by the way her wide eyes blink, almost pleading for me to shatter her purity. “I’d like that.”
As the elevator door starts to close, I urgently call out, “Where can I find you?”
Just before the doors seal shut, a slow, dangerous smile curves her mouth. Her words are low and sweet. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll find you, Daddy Brigadier.”