Page 70 of Paved in Hate

On the way back upstairs, Roman hollers at me, letting me know that Dominic will be coming over tomorrow to meet with us. It’s the first time we’ve invited him into our home, but we’re no longer apprehensive about letting him in. Our relationship with the heir to the Alessi family isn’t one we ever saw coming, but we’ve all grown to like the cocky bastard, and we’ve developed a mutual trust. His father isn’t too thrilled about it, but Dominic is pretty much in charge of the family now, even if it’s not official.

While Katya naps, I let Lev know I can watch Matvey tonight. I don’t know what kind of weird-ass sleeping arrangement Lev and Jolene have, but I know that it requires them both to be together. I’ve pestered him enough to know that it has something to do with some part of him being inside some part of her. The obvious guess is his dick, but I don’t know how in the fuck she can fall asleep like that. I prefer a soft mattress and a down pillow. Jolene apparently prefers a giant pierced cock shoved up inside her. To each his own, I guess. I see the appeal from Lev’s point of view, though, and the idea of falling asleep buried inside Katya is something I’m going to need to try very soon.

We spend the rest of the day at the penthouse. I make a few calls to Pink to make sure everything is running like it should, I fuck my wife until we’re both breathless and completely spent, and then we eat supper with everyone else. When it starts getting late, I kiss Katya goodnight and then head with Matvey down to the gaming room. He knows we’re watching over him, and I know he hates it, but he accepts it and doesn’t argue. Instead, he grabs two pool cues and hands me one without a word. The man is a fucking master at pool, so I have no hope of winning against him, but I don’t care. We play in silence, and he kicks my ass again and again.

“You’d think with all the games we’ve played over the years that you’d start to get somewhat good at this,” he finally says.

“Yeah, you’d think,” I agree. “I think it’s the thin stick. I’m used to something much bigger in my hands.”

He doesn’t laugh, but the corner of his mouth does quirk up a tiny bit when he says, “Yeah, I’m sure that’s the problem.”

“It’s the only logical explanation. I naturally excel at most things. If we were using girthier sticks, I’d be a fucking master at this.”

“Well, at least the balls are the right size,” he deadpans, making me laugh.

“You got that right, brother.”

He finishes kicking my ass before we switch to the couch. We play a few video games before finally settling on some action movie with enough explosions and gunfire to keep me awake. It’s not long before I hear Matvey’s soft snores. He’s pulled his hood up and positioned himself so he’s sprawled at the end of the couch, using one of the cushions for a pillow. I keep an eye on him, feeling my bladder growing bigger with each passing minute. I keep looking for signs that he’s waking up, but it’s the same even snores and heavy, slow breathing. After forty-five minutes, I can’t wait any damn longer. Being careful to not wake him, I sneak out of the room and race down the hall to the bathroom.

“Goddamn,” I mutter, sighing in pure relief when I can finally take a piss. Feeling like I can breathe again, I walk back into the game room just to have the air knocked right back out of me. The couch is empty, and Matvey is nowhere to be found.

“Fuck!” I yell, running right back out the door and calling for Danil. His room is just a few doors down, and when he hears me, he comes running out.

“What?” he asks, looking around to see what the hell I’m yelling about.

“Matvey’s gone. I had to take a fucking piss.”

He runs back in to grab his laptop and comes rushing back out. Pulling up the security cameras, we both lean in close, watching the screen that shows Matvey riding the elevator down before running to his Camaro and driving off.

“Fucking hell,” I holler, running back up the stairs to get Roman and Lev. I knock on their doors as quietly as I can, not wanting to wake their wives if I don’t have to, and when they both come out, I tell them what happened.

“How the hell did that happen?” Lev asks while throwing a T-shirt and jeans on before handing me one of his guns. I take it and the extra clip that’s sitting on the counter.

“It happened because the fucker pretended to be asleep for forty-five-fucking minutes,” I yell. “He even fake snored, like the whole fucking time. Who the fuck does that?”

“Matvey, apparently,” Danil says, pulling on a pair of shoes while studying his computer. “I can track his car through the CCTV cameras. He’s not that far ahead of us. He just turned onto Fifth.”

Roman looks between us. “Fuck, do you think he’s going to the mansion?”

“I don’t know yet.” Danil looks at his watch. “Sergei and the others will be here in two minutes.”

I’m not at all surprised that Danil’s already made the phone call and determined exactly how long it will take them to get here. I debate running up to kiss Katya goodbye, but there’s no time. I don’t want to wake her just so she’ll sit up worrying, so I resist the urge and follow my brothers into the elevator.

“He didn’t take the interstate,” Danil says, giving us an update. “I think he’s headed to where the auctions are held.”

“I hope he had enough sense to bring a fucking mask. No way in hell they don’t have security cameras set up. He might as well look up and smile at Konstantin as he starts slitting his men’s throats,” I say right as the doors open and we all step out.

A squeal of tires lets us know the men have arrived, and as soon as they see us, they give a quick nod and race for the elevator to guard our wives while we’re gone. Knowing Katya will be safe allows me to put all my focus on Matvey. We pile into the SUV. Lev drives and Danil tells him where to go as Roman checks his gun and I stare out the window, hoping for a glimpse of a black Camaro that’s miraculously U-turned and is on its way back home.

Danil pops that bubble when he says, “He’s just parked outside the building where they have the auctions. Fuck, I can disable the CCTV footage around the building, but if Konstantin has his own up, it’ll be impossible for me to hack into them. Goddammit, Matvey,” he mutters as he types faster than I’ve ever seen him. Simona may be the pianist, but Danil makes his own kind of music on that damn keyboard. “I’ve tried to put up something that will cause an interference. Hopefully it’ll work and the camera images will be too fuzzy for them to see anything if the Lebedevs do have cameras set up. It’s the best I can fucking do.”

“We’re almost there,” Lev says, making a left and then a quick right before pulling up alongside the now vacant black Camaro.

We get out and run for the building, looking everywhere for Matvey while trying to not draw attention to ourselves. The front door of the building is busted open, and as soon as we step inside we’re greeted with the wet, raspy gasps of someone who’s just had his throat slit. We follow the horror movie soundtrack down the hall, slipping into the only room with an open door with our guns drawn, but we could’ve saved ourselves the trouble, because Matvey’s already tied up the five men and is slowly working his way through them.

His wild, dark eyes meet mine. “Sorry, brother,” he says before digging the blade of his knife in deeper to the neck he’s currently slitting.

“I can’t believe you fake snored that long,” I tell him, looking down at the next poor fucker in Matvey’s line. “Forty-five fucking minutes, he did that.” The man doesn’t seem as impressed by it as I was, probably because he’s too busy shitting himself in fear.

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