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“Fucking give it to me, ptichka.” He grunts as he fills me up with his hot cum.
I really need to get a morning-after pill since I didn’t take my birth control today.I think to myself.
Now that his dick has softened, he pulls out of me, leaning back to observe, his cum spilling out of me. Doing the same thing he did last time, he scoops it up as it drips out of mypussy and pushes it back inside of me. “Need to keep that where it belongs.” He says, his dark eyes staring into mine. I don't know why it’s so sexy when he does that.
I lay there in the mess we made together, my arms still handcuffed, waiting for him to release me. He reaches for the key, releasing one arm while I wait patiently for him to release the other. He scoots to the edge of the bed and stands up, all while I am wondering what he is doing; I am still handcuffed.
“What about my other arm?” I remind him as he walks into what I assume is his bathroom. I am apparently right because he returns with two washrags and leans down to clean up the blood stains on my body, using the other to clean the mess between my legs. All while I am still handcuffed to this godforsaken bed and he hasn’t answered me.
“Hello? Are you going to uncuff me? I need to check on Olivia and get ready to go home.” I say.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
Chapter 7
Andrei
Ilook over my shoulder at my little bird and see her mouth open in shock. Smirking, I tell her, “Close your mouth, Ava, unless you want me to fill it.”
Snapping her jaw shut, she finally finds her voice and asks, “What do you mean I am not going anywhere? I need to go home, Andrei.”
But she doesn’t realize that’s precisely why I never released her other wrist. This way, she can’t go anywhere until I say so. “Why, ptichka, so you can fly away?” I ask, the thought of her running from me burning like acid in my stomach. “You’re staying here with me, at least for tonight,” I tell her, though I already know she will argue this with me.
“No, Andrei, I need to go home tonight. I have things I need to do to prepare for Monday morning.” She urges, as if she hasn’t already told me she plans on quitting my company. I won’t be letting her make that mistake.
“Those things can wait, you can stay here for tonight, and we can talk again in the morning,” I say. “In the meantime, you will stay put while I go take care of some business. And don’t bother screaming, no one in my staff will uncuff you.” I tell her as I get dressed. I have a meeting with my men about the Italians that I need to be at the warehouse for.
Walking into the warehouse, my senses immediately go on high alert.Something isn’t right. My men should be here already.Instincts have me pull my gun from the waistband of my pants.
Instead of finding my men, I find Fionn, the Irish Don, waiting. At the sight of him, I raise my gun, and I point it at him. “What are you doing here?”
“What else would I be doing here? I am here to talk.” He says, as if this were a preplanned meeting. “Don’t look so perturbed. Your men only got a little…held up, should we say? They will be here soon.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Fionn? Stop playing these games.” I snap at him. I am beginning to get angry; not only ishehere, but my men aren’t.
“I am only here to deliver the news I learned while at the Italians for my son's last meeting with the Italians daughter. They are about to try moving in with the help of theirinformant. They know you have taken a special interest in someone and now know you have a weakness.”
“Again, what the fuck are you talking about, Fionn? You'd better get to the point of what’s going on because my trigger finger is getting twitchy.”
“Aye, you’re right. Your dad never was one for patience either.” He says in his Irish brogue. “The Italians know you were just in their territory, and they know why. I was at their house tonight when word got to them. They didn’t react since you weren’t showing any violence to their own people. They said they would ‘play it smart’.”
“I see.” I am about to ask more questions right as the doors to the warehouse burst open, and my men pile in with their guns raised. Finally, lowering my own gun, they follow suit and drop their weapons. All but Alek; he keeps his gun trained on Fionn, not trusting the Irishman after whatever this stunt is he just pulled.
As Fionn leaves, likely to meet his men wherever he has them hidden, Alek finally lowers his gun and walks over to me.
“Are you ok, boss?” He asks.
“Yeah, we will talk in a minute as a unit.”
As we gather around the table in the backroom of the warehouse, I look at my men and know in my gut that none of the men in this room is betraying me. Maybe it’s stupid of me to have so much faith in these men, but most of them Iwas raised by or with. But I have never ignored my instincts before, and I don’t plan on starting now; none of these men are informants for the Italians.
“Brat’ya, we need to plan. The Italians are about to make their move, and we need to be prepared for whatever they have planned. As some of you may know, I have the woman that I intend to marry and have heirs with. She needs to be protected at all costs. Currently, I have Mario and Ivan living next to her home. I want more surveillance on her when she’s not at home and when I am not with her. Don’t be seen because she hasn’t accepted this way of life yet,” I say, adding on, “Though she will, she doesn’t have a choice.”
“Sir, do you want Mario and Ivan to continue to watch her since she is used to them, or do you want someone new to take over when she is away from her home?”
“That’s a good question.” I think out loud. “For now, keep Mario and Ivan on her; switching guard so she always has someone watching her. As for the Italians, I need one of you to watch Enzo for any signs of his plan. Fionn conveniently didn't catch any of their plans along those lines.” I say sarcastically.
After all the plans are made and everyone knows the role they need to play in order to make this work, we wrap up the meeting as Alek meets me at the door.
