Page 60 of Volatile

I chose my ring that fits perfectly on Stasi’s fuck-you finger.

His brows come together as I gesture for him to follow me. He stands with the crease deepening and Viktor smiles in thanks. Val’s smothering is dumb as fuck when his son is more grown up than the adults in this house.

Val stops beside me on the terrace. I make sure the door is open so I’ll get literal brownie points when my nephew makes his snacks as I say, “You need to stop hugging him all the time. He’s not a baby anymore.”

Val closes the door and whispers, “I don’t want him to feel left out because he’s used to having all of my attention.”

I try not to laugh but I can’t help it. “He didn’t want all of your attention when he was an only child. He likes doing his own thing and exploring the world how he wants. He knows you’re there for him, just chill the fuck out.”

He nods, unconvincingly, and he’ll still be paying his kid to hug him because it’s not about Viktor, it’s all about Val being afraid of his son growing up.

“What do you need?” he asks.

I scrutinize his features.

If he tries to stop me, I’ll pull out the shit I have on him, a get-out-of-jail-free card for making me know what burnt flesh smells like. The Bratva hierarchy isn’t rigid, there’s a mutual respect amongst Vory. Other than that, no one gives a fuck about the other’s group, but I know they’ll all bitch about Borya’s death if I don’t say anything in advance.

I look out at our life and say, “Sanction a kill for a Vor.”

He’s had the title for years now, he should be able to pull some strings. I’m not suicidal and I’d prefer not to have my face beat to shit when it’s Stasi’s favorite seat. He acts more as my brother than his title as he turns to me with his arms crossed.

“Give me the name, I’ll deal with it.”

Fucking dumbass, he’s a year older than me not twenty. I can kill the cunt myself and I’m not telling him shit about Stasi, that’s her business.

He stares at me, trying to wait me out as I refuse to say anything more. He can suck a dick, I’ll win. My plan has already formed on the most epic death I can find for the cunt. But Val decides to be mature as he explains, “If you do it, we’ll be forced to vote. Vlad and I will give you ours but there are others who don’t have any loyalty to you.”

Death has to be unanimous, so I relax. Taking a beating is easy as fuck, Stasi will have to sit on my dick while my face heals.So, I shrug as I turn. “No problem then, I don’t need you to sanction it.”

Borya is a cunt who loves his image, he needs to feel stronger than anyone else because he’s weak inside and can’t back it up. There’s nothing like an audience to fuck with his ego before he dies, and I can spend my time with my girl instead of wasting it on the sick cunt.I’m nice enough that I’ll even allow him to see his cunt daughter get married before he dies.

I go back inside to save Stasi from the noise. Ignoring Dani and Inessa smirking at me, I pull her into my side and get her away from the crazy people. She acts shy, dragging her feet. I lift her off her feet and throw her over my shoulder as my asshole family all laugh.

I take the elevator up to take some of the strain from my knee and Stasi seethes, “Will you put me down.”

Laying my cheek on her ass, I massage the back of her thighs and hum, “Hmm, no. You have a really comfortable ass and it’s going to be my favorite pillow.”

I’m sure she laughs but there’s no sound as her chest lightly shakes into mine. Once we’re in our room, that she doesn’t know is also hers yet, I look around, knowing there’s going to be a mountain of cushions on my bed when she’s moved in. As long as she’s staying with them I’ll accept their presence.

My motivation to be alone turns filthy when I set her on her feet, and she launches herself at me, her hands automatically going under my T-shirt. She moans into my mouth without any stimulation other than feeling my skin against her palms.

“You fuck with my head,” she moans.

Is she reading my thoughts and saying them aloud or are we having the same one?

Clumsily walking her backwards until she’s laid on the bed, I hold myself up with my forearm beside her head. She isn’t trying to distract me or use her body as a commodity in exchange for some cunt’s life from the need written on her features.It changes to vulnerability and her request is half lust half hope as she attempts to conquer a fear.

“Will you help me forget?”

She’s done the same for me every time I’ve asked but there’s something specific she wants, so I promise, “I’ll give you everything, sweetness, tell me and it’s yours.”

My girl wraps her arms around my neck, her lips brushing my cheek as she moves closer to my ear and tries to hide behind dirty words.

“Don’t let me come now, wake me up with your dick inside me.”

It’s deeper than a fantasy, it’s therapy for her and I agree easily.I don’t think I’d ever refuse anything she wanted. Unless it’s leaving me, that is something that I will never agree to.

I push up to stand and her appreciative gaze rakes down my body. She doesn’t need an instruction and strips down. The confusing woman stands and walks away from me with a smirk. She looks at me over her shoulder and removes her bra; her tits are promptly covered with her forearm but there’s an invitation on her tongue.

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