Page 32 of Cookie: Part One
“Oh really? She sure vasn’t vhen she had my d?—”
“MISHA!” Pyper growls, eyes flashing, and I chuckle.
“Vhat, Pyper? I’m simply stating ze truzh.”
“Da, but still…”
“Fine, I’ll vatch my mouzh if you keep your eyes off of vhat belongs to me.” I smirk at him and he fists his hands, but I’m done vit zhis conversation so I head off, returning to my ving, unbuttoning my shirt vit one hand before I even reach my room. I open ze door and I smell perfume, causing me pull out my gun.
“AHHHHH!” Veronica screams, grabbing a pillow to cover her naked body.
“Vhat ze fuck are you doing here?”
“I VAS ONLY VAITING FOR MY FIANCÉ!”
“Vhat kind of bullshit is zhis?” I cock it and she screams again, but I don’t respond.
“VHAT ZE FUCK, MIKHAIL?! I—” Her vords are cut off vhen I valk over, grip her vrist, and pull her off ze bed so fast ze wine she has sitting on ze bedside table spills.
“YOU’RE HURTING ME,” she yelps, but I yank her harder, dragging her to ze door, opening it and zhrowing her out.
“MISHA!” she cries out and I put ze gun to her temple.
“Say it again…” I dare her. “Go on.”
“YOU CAN’T KEEP TREATING ME LIKE ZHIS! VEE ARE ENGAGED! OUR FAMILIES!” Veronica shrieks, voice trembling with outrage and fear, but I barely flinch, cold eyes meeting hers and daring her to challenge me again. Her wails hang in the hall, sharp against ze tense silence, but I show no mercy.
“You might be wife, but you mean nozhing to me.” I stare at her, vatching tears stream down her face.
“But I used to be everyzhing to you! Vhat happened? Are you still doing that vit zhem?! Vhy vhen you have me?! Don’t tell me you are trying to make zhat Black girl joi—” I crouch down next to her, placing ze gun under her chin, hand on ze trigger, listening to her vhimper.
“Kogo ya trakhayu ne tvoyo delo(Who I fuck is none of your fucking business),”I grit out, glaring, sliding ze gun into her mouth, the trigger a hair avay from being pulled. “Derzhi to, chto prinadlezhit mne, podal’she ot svoyego grobanogo rta(Keep what’s mine out of your fucking mouth).”
She shudders out a breath, tears falling harder as I remove ze gun and stand. She sits there sobbing.
“S-so zhat Black girl…” she grits bitterly.
“Mine,” I grunt, zhrowing her one more look, slamming ze door shut in her face, tugging ze cufflinks loose. I vrinkle my nose at ze stench of her, and go over to my vet bar, pouring myself two fingers of vodka, ze silence a velcome reprieve.
Moments later, a knock comes as I start to pour another.
“Misha?” Nadya’s voice comes. I glance at ze door, going over and opening it just enough to see her and Dimitri zhere, looking at me vit concern. “Are you okay… v-vee saw Veronica… do you need peace?” She pouts, and I smirk, reaching out to pat her head, feeling tired.
“Not tonight,” I mutter.
“Okay,” Dimitri nods, taking Nadya’s hand. “Just call us if you need anything. Misha, vee are alvays here.”
“I know.” I run my hand over his lips and he kisses it. I pull back vhen I feel my body heating up.
“Sleep vell, Misha,” Nadya whispers.
“Goodnight,” he adds
“Da.” I lean my head on the side and zhey turn, valking avay as I close the door and lock it.
I find my vay back over to ze vet bar, zhis time not bozhering vit a glass. I just drop into ze chair and turn up ze the bottle as she flickers across my mind…my Pechenye.I see her in zhat tight leettle dress, valking past me like I don’t exist.
Like I didn’t have her crying on my cock ze night before…vhat the fuck is it about zhat girl zhat is driving me zhis insane?
