Amaranov leans in. “It doesn’t have to be a full trade,” he says. “Perhaps a little… group affair.”
I’d rather cut off my own dick and bleed out than share a bed with either of them.
It’s time for me to change this subject and play harder with him. He didn’t allow me to come here just because he wants to fuck Calina. I have more to offer him, and I need to remind him of that. I change the subject to discreetly discuss Filip and his astute financial abilities, and I know I’ve hit my mark when Amaranov releases his wife, his eyes wide and greedy. It amuses me how the Bratva men are demonized as criminals when the biggest criminal of all sits on the proverbial throne.
Amaranov promises we will speak again in the privacy of his office, and all but guarantees immunity for me and my brothers if we help him achieve his goals. We speak quietly and with caution, and when his peers show up, I quietly meld into the crowd with Calina.
“Did you manage to avoid my sharing a bed with him?” she asks in English, speaking out of the side of her mouth while we stand on a balcony with a clear view of the museum garden.
“Manage to avoid it?” I ask, incredulous. “I don’t know what ever gave you the impression I was even entertaining such a thought.”
“His wife is beautiful.” Her voice is soft, her eyes cast away from me, on the shadowed green vines below us.
“His wife is an ugly whore,” I correct. “Any woman who’d willingly bed that disgusting excuse for a man deserves his shriveled dick.”
“Oh, ew.” She wrinkles up her nose and looks at me, but her lips twitch with amusement. “How do you know she doesn’t love him for his…” her voice trails off as she chooses her words. “Innate intelligence and unswerving allegiance to altruistic causes?”
I merely level an incredulous look at her. Is she teasing me? Her eyes twinkle and her shoulders shake, as if she’s trying to hold in laughter. Fucking adorable. I want to pick her up and hold her to me, to allow whatever sweet innocence she possesses to wash over me like holy water. Eradicating the evil I’ve committed and the sins I’ve still to commit. With a warning look, I advance on her, and she steps backward until she hits the balcony rail. With nowhere for her to go, I easily frame her body with mine and tickle her side.
“Innate intelligence?” I repeat, as she collapses with hopeless laughter against me. “Altruistic causes? I’ll give you altruistic causes,” I tell her, pulling out the switch in my pocket and flicking it on. “It’s for the good of our country that you come on this balcony. The flowers will bloom at the sound of your pleasure.”
“What are you—oooooh.” Her hands wrap around my neck and her pelvis rocks against mine. I don’t relent, sending wave after wave of electricity to her sweet, primed pussy. In seconds, I know I’ve made her climax when her breathing hitches and her knees sag and she whimpers in unabashed bliss. I hold her to me while she rides out her orgasm and whisper in her ear.
“Eta pizda moya. This sweet, naughty cunt is mine.” I slide the device back in my pocket. My purpose here is fulfilled. I will bring her home and give her another chance to pay off her debt.
We ride in silence back to our compound, with her sitting on my lap and her head against my chest while I have a conference call with my men to debrief. I’ve removed my jacket and tie, and loosened my collar. Without realizing I’m doing it, I take Calina’s hand and place it at the bare skin by my neck. I breathe in deeply, clasp her wrist, and allow her soft touch to calm me. Gently, she plays with the very top of the t-shirt I wear underneath the dress shirt. I call Maksym and tell him what happened tonight.
“Fucking Amaranov,” Maksym grates. “I wouldn’t have said anything to you if you’d taken him up on his offer, but Jesus Christ he’s disgusting.” It seems seeing Amaranov through surveillance has affected Maksym’s earlier suggestion I fuck his wife.
“There are limits to how far I’ll go.” I run my hand down the length of Calina’s back to quell my desire to punch the shit out of someone. Anyone.
“And this is why you’ve got my respect, brother,” Maksym says. What we don’t say out loud is that Dimitri had no such qualms. While our former brother Kazimir was still captain of our brotherhood, Dimitri killed his own wife for betraying him. He couldn’t handle the weight of his decision, and ended his own life shortly after, but he spoke casually of the days when he traded his wife with others as easily as stock or trading cards.