Page 4 of Trapping His Angel

I couldn’t even retaliate. Maybe if I were the heir in line for the Bratva throne, it would be a different story. But I wasn’t. He was lucky my parents were dead. If not, and I was the heir in line to the throne, his life would’ve been mine. An eye for an eye and all that. Instead, I took his abuse and was making the best of it.

No one would go to war over an eye.

It wasn’t like he took my only tongue; I had another eye. Dropping my gun, I turned and set off to find Roman. The little fuck pissed me off, but showing it wasn’t an option. Each step slammed out my frustration, while my thoughts spiraled, refusing to settle.

I had seen none of the captives yet. It wasn’t important. We sorted them based on whose family would pay the most for their safe return. Valentina kept one of the girls upstairs company. I barely caught a glimpse of her. I only saw white streaks in her hair in passing, enough to intrigue me, but not enough to introduce myself. I had a tight ship to run and training to finish. I headed to the helipad to get more shooting in. I’d grown frustrated from having my shot statistics fall. Hence the training. No one wanted a spy who couldn’t execute.

Along with my reputation as The Butcher, I needed to get back in top form. It was a dog-eat-dog kind of world out there, and I was already at a disadvantage because of my age. I waspushing forty, this year would be my fortieth, and while I had my hand on a bit of power, it wasn’t enough.

My share of the pie was small, compared to what some heirs got, and I deserved more. By now, I should have a wife and children. Someone to leave my legacy to.

Instead, I was watching the current line strengthen, while mine weakened. It shouldn’t bother me, but I was only human. A man in his own right. I wanted what Pakhan Viktor had.

Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t want the throne, not for anything.

I wanted the command he had over the troops. I wanted my network of spies to be a crucial part of the Petrov Legacy. I hadn’t figured out a way to do that yet. I wanted the limelight to be on me for a minute.

It wasn’t like my life was shit, I just wanted more. Was that a crime?

I set up my target, hanging it on one end of the helipad. Hopefully no one said anything, because I needed the practice time. I walked away and cleared my mind of all the negative dealings I had floating around.

I closed my eyes and released my breath. I held my gun up and opened my eye. I locked my visibility on the target, then remembered to switch hands right before I squeezed off a shot.

A centimeter too far to the left.

I adjusted myself and squeezed off another shot. It hit the center of the target’s forehead. Feeling a little better about myself, I straightened a bit and went to take another shot, when a figure walked into my line of sight.

I let go of the trigger before firing, cursing at the close call.

“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled to get her attention.

Her curls were sticking all over the place, and I saw the distinctive white streaks framing her face, when she shook her head back and forth before continuing to walk.

“Are you ignoring me,malen'kiy angel?” I growled.

I didn’t know why her acting like she hadn’t heard me pissed me off so much. But it did. I stomped her way as she walked slowly along, shaking her head back and forth. As I drew closer, I realized she was mumbling something.

“Help me, help me, help me…” she mumbled, as she swung her hands in front of her, clawing.

I tried to intercept her, but she kept going like I wasn’t even there. Her sightless eyes were going to haunt my sleep. I couldn’t see her completely, but she was a beauty. Her dark skin shone in the light, and I wanted to kiss the exposed shoulder.

I shook off that sappy thought and trapped her hands to her sides, noting she didn’t loosen her claw-like grip.

“Help me, help me, help me…” she gasped in my arms.

“Shhh,malen'kiy angel.I’ve got you.” My cock grew hard for the first time in a long time.

After losing my eye, it was like my adulthood shriveled up inside of me. But having this seductress in my arms was proof that my dick worked just fucking fine. Roman could shove his suggestion about Viagra right up his tight-laced ass.

“Where are you supposed to be? Hmmm,malen'kiy angel.”

Her chapped velvet brown lips mouthed the phrase, “Help me,” in silence. I moved her down the stairs, but when I tried to walk her toward her room, she whimpered. So I steered her toward my room on the lower deck, with the rest of the soldiers. At least it wasn’t a bunk.

It wasn’t big, but I walked her over to my bed as she shivered. I tried tucking her in, but she grabbed me and pulled me toward her. Hovering above her body, her chanting changed.

“I’ll be good. I’ll be good. I’ll be good,” she muttered, lifting her dress over her tits.

And ah, fuck. What a delectable sight to behold. Her body was too skinny, but her dark skin was beautiful, and mostly blemish-free. Her small, rounded belly made my cock even harder.

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