Chapter 37
“I have to say, pussycat, you are a pleasure to be around when you aren’t acting like a bitch.”
I give Zakhar my best smile and bat my eyes. “I was under so much stress before, but now that you’ve taken that off my plate, I feel like a completely new woman.”
He extends his arm for me as he continues our tour of the gardens. “Yes, you need not worry about all those things anymore. I’ll take care of everything from now on. Your only job now is keeping my son happy, but with this new and improved version of yourself, I think you will do just fine.”
Thatcher on his knees, gagged, blindfolded. Sweat beading on his brow, his hair ruffled. Every muscle in his body flexed, his veins popping out at his restraint. His substantial cock rock solid and weeping, begging for release.
“You’re being such a good boy for me. Just for that, I’m only going to make you wait five more minutes before I sink down onto you.
Do you want that, baby? Are you ready to feel my cunt strangling your dick?
Will you be able to take it and let me ride you until I’m finished, or are you going to be my good boy and wait for me? ”
“Yes, I’m quite confident in my ability to please Oleg. He’ll be in heaven.” Or hell, more likely.
“Good girl,” he says, almost losing his life. Just a little bit longer, Mila, just hold on.
“Now, I don’t know if you remember this section of the garden from your time here.
Under your grandfather’s ownership, it was rather run down.
We decided to turn this into a greenhouse since the sewer line underneath provides such excellent natural fertilization.
Many of the vegetables we eat are grown right here.
We try to outsource as little food as possible to avoid the risk of poison.
America might not be as bad anymore, but it’s still cutthroat here in the Motherland. ”
“Oh, this is lovely. And how smart! I don’t know if I would ever think of such a thing. It’s a shame Grandfather didn’t do the same. His fate might have been much different.”
I actually remember every square inch of this godforsaken fortress.
I kept tabs on every weak link within its walls so that one day I could exact my vengeance.
This wasn’t the way I intended to accomplish my feat, but when duty calls…
Zakhar might think he’s taking me on an innocent tour, but all he’s doing is confirming which parts of this place to utilize when we deploy our takeover.
Like this greenhouse, for instance. Zakhar might think he was smart to renovate, but my grandfather kept this area barren because the sewer is one of the few underground entrances into the fortress. By building a structure around it, intruders are harder to spot.
“As you can see, we’ve added on to the size of the gardens as well.
I considered having the wedding here. It’s beautiful enough, and having the ceremony within our walls limits the risk of ambush…
But your cousin was adamant about having it in a church.
And I do agree with his point. This marriage needs to be seen.
Your grandfather’s passing of the torch to me was the first sign of union between our two families, but this wedding…
This will do away with any doubt that the Zadorov family is the powerhouse of Russia. ”
“He wanted to have the wedding in their fortress, but I convinced him to have it in the church. It’s a risky move, but his ego won the better of him, just like I assumed it would.
He wants the world to know he’s finally taken over the Taranov Bratva.
Fortunately for us, his ego will be his downfall.
With him and his top men out of the compound, it will be much easier to get our men in.
And the church I chose is perfect for hiding Taranov soldiers as well.
It’s technically within his territory, but one of my oldest friends is the patriarch. He’s already preparing for us.”
“Yes, Ivan told me about how important the church will be to symbolize this union between our families. He was so ready to get out and live his life that he was willing to hand things over to a woman. But I think he knew all along you had a match for me, didn’t he?” I purr.
Zakhar chuckles, and again, I have to remind myself not to kill him here and now.
“Yes, I offered for Oleg to take his place years ago when he started to look toward retirement. I was surprised his own son didn’t want the mantel, but to each their own.
It’s not every day an arrangement like this one falls into your lap.
He’s lucky Oleg wasn’t already married…Speaking of which, have you gotten the dress fittings all settled?
I know it’s short notice, and well, you’re much larger than the average woman here.
My mistress recommended we go big so that our seamstress would have as much material to work with as possible. ”
“That is your dress?” Misha holds up the monstrosity with wide eyes before losing himself in laughter. “How big do they think you are? Mila, please tell me you aren’t wearing this shit.”
“Yeah, it was about six sizes too big. And the extra ruffles add on twice the material too. But yes, asshole, I’m wearing the giant dress with a hundred different places for me to hide weapons.
They think they’re being funny, but this is the best thing that could’ve happened…
plan A as far as dresses are concerned.”
“How many different dress plans did you have?”
“Six,” I deadpan, shivering at the thought of plan F.
“Yes, of course the fittings have gone spectacularly. You have the most wonderful seamstress. I’m sure you can see how difficult it must be for me to find clothes that fit properly.
I’ve gone through dozens of tailors, but they all struggle.
Gladys did an incredible job, though. I hope you don’t mind if she comes with Oleg and me to New York.
I’m going to need her, especially for the more delicate garments. ” I wink.
“Of course, pussycat. It can be an extra wedding gift.”
“Ivan, what will happen if we succeed? Taking out the Zadorov family, as well as the other heads involved with their outfit, will leave too big a hole, and you know it. If you’re retired and I’m running New York, who’s going to monitor this?
Someone is going to fill that, whether we like it or not.
And what if they are worse than the others? ”
“We have other family in Russia, dear, and they share the values you and I do. My father and yours had another brother by the name of Alexei. He was the oldest and the heir to the Russian branch. He didn’t agree with your grandfather’s regime.
By that time, my father was already the established Pakhan in New York, and your father in Thunder Bay.
Alexei had three sons, and your Grandfather assumed they would make a better choice of heir than their father, but he needed something temporary.
A regent, if you will. Zakhar was young and ambitious and just the strand of evil your grandfather enjoyed.
“He was never supposed to take over this branch permanently, but when your grandfather died, Zakhar sent out death warrants for Alexei and his sons. Alexei turned himself in, but his sacrifice allowed his family to escape. They took refuge with us in New York for several years. I was closer to them than my own siblings. After a while, it became dangerous for them to remain at our compound. They were old enough to care for themselves and all scattered in the wind to different states within America. I kept in touch, though. The three of them agreed to take this role together, in order to rule this branch as more of a democracy than a dictatorship.”
“Extra? Oh, I have a feeling I’m going to leave with more than enough already.”