Russian Roulette (Russkaya Mafiya) (35 page)

“You are displeased with me?”

Rolling my eyes, I sigh and look at his gorgeous face. “I’m upset that once you found out about me you left.” I shrug as I reply bluntly.

He looks taken aback for a moment before he adopts a serious expression. “I didn’t leave you. I told you I was taking care of the problem. I would never just leave you without a purpose. I had a very big issue needing to be handled, so I took care of it.”

“You took care of it? How exactly do you take care of something like that?” I ask, exasperated.

“You will never be faced with him again for the rest of your life,” Viktor says proudly.

“Well, that’s a relief I suppose, but I hadn’t seen him in a long time anyhow. I told you I just want to forget that stuff.”

“Well, now it’s forever. You won’t ever see him again.” Just the way he says it makes me suspect something entirely different than what I had originally imagined, like him moving away or something.

“Tell me what you did.” I am beginning to get scared for Viktor’s safety and freedom.

“My business, Elaina, is not yours about that kind of stuff. It’s my job to protect you and know that I am protecting you as much as I can.” I nod and bite my lip.

“So you didn’t leave me then, you’re still around for me?”

“I’m right here, watching you, wanting you, as I have since I first laid eyes on you.” He states all this in a raspy voice as he runs his eyes all over my body, pausing on my breasts and hips.

“Okay, good.”

“Good, as in I can stop chasing you?”

I shrug. “Maybe, but only if you like me.”

He laughs loudly. “Ah, Princess! Of course I like you.” I give him a large smile, recalling our conversation in his car when he kissed me.

“I kind of like you, too.”

“Oh, so finally you concede, and admit it.” He chuckles and I smile back at him.

“Hey, bar wench!” We’re interrupted by a whiny voice. I swear I shoot daggers as I face Kendall.

“Yes, whore?” I retort in a nice, chipper voice. I want to test this theory that I can do what I want and Viktor will let me keep my job.

“Whore?” she screeches and I wince. “You have some nerve! Viktor, you see how this trash speaks to me?”

He rolls his eyes, grunts and looks over at me. I shrug.

“Look, Mob Candy, get your painted ass out of here.” I sneer back at her.

“Ugh! Viktor, Daddy will hear about this!”

He stands and faces her. “Kendall, get out of my club. You just insulted my bar manager who happens to also be my princess. You can leave or I will have my men remove you.”

Viktor nods at Sergei who comes to intercept her and get her to leave. She pouts at Sergei, but he still escorts her to the door. Viktor turns back to me and I could maul him right now. I can’t believe he stuck up for me and said that stuff to her.

“You’re pretty awesome,” I state and smirk at him.

“Oh, you think so?” He smirks back, showing off his sexy dimple.

“So I’m your manager and princess, huh?”

“If you want the position, it’s yours.”

“To be your princess?”

“Yes, and the club manager, since you won’t let me fully take care of you.”

“You’re serious?”

“I am completely serious. Now, what will your answer be?”

“Of course it’s yes!” I yell, leaning over the counter and planting a kiss on his lips.

He freezes, surprised, then pulls me over further on the counter and takes my mouth in a toe-curling kiss.

Viktor

“But what about Todd?” she asks after kissing me soundly and completely surprising me.

“Don’t worry about him, if you want the job then I can send him to my father’s club with Hans.”

Hell, I will even buy Elaina a club if she would like one. I know she would never go for it, but I really would. I want to make her life easier any way I can.

“Yaaay! Okay, thank you so much!” she says excitedly and jumps up and down a few times. I chuckle at her enthusiasm. She works very hard and deserves it.

“Now, can we go to dinner since you are the boss here?”

“I think we can celebrate!”

Elaina lets the other bartender know she’s leaving, grabs her things and meets me at my stool.

“Mind if I?”

I gesture with my hand and wrap my arm around her waist to pull her close as I stand up. She freezes up for a moment, her body going still like a statue. I grasp her face and turn it up to mine, gazing tenderly in her eyes. I wish she could see it in the way I look at her. She needs to realize I would never hurt her or touch her in any unwanted way.

Elaina studies me for a minute and I feel her muscles start to relax. She smiles and kisses me softly. To see her so happy makes my heart feel so full, as if it could burst. I hold her closely and nod to Alexei so he knows we are leaving.

We make our way out the back door to my car. Elaina lets loose a blood-curdling scream, making chills crawl up my spine. She covers her face with her hands, ducking behind me.

I scan the area but notice nothing amiss at first. I look to the driver’s seat because Sergei should have the door open for us, only I don’t see him. I diligently look over everything again.

Elaina whimpers softly behind me and I reach back, squeezing her hand, attempting to comfort her. The bright light glints off the Mercedes and for the first time I notice the front of the vehicle. Sergei is laid out on the hood, throat slit, covered in dark blood.

I walk toward him, noticing something on the windshield. The club door bangs as it slams closed. I jump a little, ready to protect Elaina with my life if necessary. Twisting, I find Alexei, looking at me, perplexed.

“Shit! Boss?” He moves to do an area search.

“No. Stay with Elaina.” I growl at him and remove my gun, screwing on my silencer. I’m going to kill any of them that I find still here. They have nerve, coming at
me
, the king of the Bratva. I will feed each one to the fish if necessary. Whoever did this deserves to hurt. They will pay; I will make sure of it.

I carefully walk around the car and scan the surroundings but I find no one. I return to the front of the vehicle, and move closer to check on Sergei. He is very much dead and across the windshield in his blood, is smeared WAR.

It’s sloppy, so I know they were in a hurry to get out of here, as they should have been. This club is crawling with my men. I can’t believe there wasn’t any other guards back here with him.

Just when things start to look up with Elaina, I am faced with this. I can’t let her get hurt in any of this nonsense. I pull my phone out and call Spartak.

“Sir?”

“Spar, bring the car around back quickly!”

“Yes, sir!”

I hang up, watching our surroundings the best I can. I make my way back to Elaina. I keep her behind me against the club wall just in case someone comes at us, I can protect her better this way.

“Poor, poor Sergei!” She sniffles, grasping onto the back of my suit jacket with one hand.

“I know. We need to call his family. I will make sure they are taken care of, it’s the least I can do.”

“He has a family?” she enquires gloomily. “God! This is all my fault.” She starts to sob.

“No, lovely, this is some demented little girl stirring the pot to something she has no idea about. You did nothing wrong and I can assure you, this will be handled.”

I can’t believe this is happening. I have to call Tate and get everything prepared just in case this really is war. If so, none of us are safe.

“Alexei, put Sergei in the trunk for now and transport him to the warehouse until we can arrange a proper burial for him. Get the car cleaned up and trade it in for a new one.” I’m not a big enough bastard to make him continue to drive the same car around. It’s bad enough he’s stuck cleaning it up.

“Okay, Boss.” He glowers at the car, furious, upset that his workmate was murdered.

“I apologize, I know he was your friend.”

“He was a good man, Boss.”

“I know. You both are,” I answer solemnly as Spartak arrives with the other car.

Elaina and I climb in, hastily shutting the door and Spartak drives off immediately.

“Duck down, Elaina.” I push her head down as we exit the alleyway.

You can never be too careful. I want her safe and I wouldn’t be surprised if someone is waiting for us to leave. Spar shoots me a wary look in the rearview mirror.

“Spartak, take us to my house, then go back with one of the guys to sweep Elaina’s car. Use caution, I wouldn’t doubt it if they did something to it.”

Elaina gasps and turns to me, surprised, “My car! I can’t lose my vehicle, Viktor!”

“You won’t lose it, Elaina, that’s why Spartak will check on it. He can even drive it elsewhere if you would like.” Nodding somberly, she leans on me, worried.

I tap his shoulder lightly, murmuring quietly, “Pick her car up and park it in my garage.”

“No problem, sir.” Agreeing, he faces forward and I clutch Elaina tightly to my chest.

What on earth am I getting this beautiful creature into? I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure she doesn’t witness that sort of thing again. She has had enough negativity in her life. I don’t need to add to it.

The car ride is eerily silent. It feels like we drive for forever. I busy myself by concentrating on what needs to be done. I’m sure Elaina’s playing that scene repeatedly in her head while Spartak gives his full attention to our surroundings. He’s on high alert because you never know who or what could be coming next when you’re in a war.

SEVEN

VIKTOR

I open the garage with my cell phone app and
we
pull in.
After the club incident, I can’t help but glance all around, scanning everything for a potential threat. I want every corner and bush checked; I’m paranoid and it makes me even more irritated. I’ve gone through a mini war before with my uncle, years back. Many people died pretty gruesome deaths.

Leaning closer to Spartak I say sternly, “I will rearm the system. You take the guard room.” I can’t help my tone, I’m tense and angry. I need to release this pent up energy before I shoot someone.

“Thank you, sir,” he replies, unfazed, and heads inside first to do a sweep.

My home is very secure but we take every precaution when something like this pops off. You can never be too careful. I’m fortunate to have good men on my side, even if I am hard to work for sometimes.

I mumble quietly, “Come, lovely,” and grasp Elaina’s hand.

Swiftly, I lead her down the plain hallway toward my office. There are no pictures or little decorations, just light grey walls and dark hardwood floors. It’s simple and tidy, just the way I prefer.

Undoing my shirt buttons and cuff links the best I can with one hand, I prepare. There’s only one thing I can think of right now to get me to calm down, and that’s Elaina. The only decision I want to have to make right now is whether to feast on her cunt or spank it.

“Your office?” she inquires curiously and I smirk.

“Yes, Princess.” I growl, focused and eager, removing my jacket and shirt.

Her eyes widen and she takes a step backward. “But, I—”

Interrupting her, I reach out and bring her close to me, taking her mouth with mine. Her hands land on my chest and I pull her tight against my body. I know she has to feel my hard cock resting against her tummy. Now’s not the time to move sluggishly. I needed her twenty minutes ago, and I need her even more so now.

I walk backwards, pulling her along. Eventually I bump into my desk and stop, perching on the edge. Releasing her mouth, I loosen my belt buckle and unbutton my pants.

Elaina leans back, lips red and glistening, her eyes lit up with fire. “What do you want, Viktor?” she asks me boldly and my cock strains against my boxers.

Leaning up slightly, I push them off my hips so they pool at my feet. She licks her lips and I weave my hands through her smooth, Cinderella-like locks. I push her down easily until she rests on her knees, staring up at me with her bright blue, curious irises.

I grin at her as if she’s my prey. “Kiss it,” I purr and she gulps, staring at my dick, intimidated.

Releasing her hair, I tip her chin up and press my thumb between her soft lips. She sucks automatically so I pull her chin closer. She leisurely releases my finger, coated in her sugary lip gloss. I bring it to my own mouth, copying her and sucking the sweetness off.

Elaina gasps slightly, nose flaring and leans in, taking my throbbing member into her mouth. “Yes, like that,” I mutter huskily, pleased.

I curl my toes inside my shoes, attempting to stop the craving to grab her hair roughly and thrust until she chokes on my cock. I can just imagine her shocked expression and the tears that would float down her cheeks afterwards.
Mmmmmm
.

I know I have to be vigilant with her needs and not give her too much time to think. If she thinks, bad memories will creep in, and I want to steal every negative thought away from her. I snatch her up swiftly by her chin. She squeaks as she stands, surprise clouding her features.

I huff, “It was perfect, love,” and turn her hastily so she’s now perched on the desk, with me standing instead.

Her skirt hikes up, offering the perfect little glimpse of her white panties. Taking two fingers I slide them over.

“Viktor!” She gasps against my mouth when I check how wet she is.

Rubbing softly in circles, I prime her pussy, coating it in wetness. Her body trembles with need each time I apply pressure to her clit. Gazing into her eyes, I stop, pulling my hand back slightly to spank her plump little pussy lips three times.

“Huhhh!” Elaina mewls, crinkling her eyes in pleasurable pain, and I grin.

I dip my finger in her nectar, covering her clit in it. Once it’s nice and saturated, I pull my hand back, spanking her pussy two more times, then grind my palm back and forth into her clit, relentlessly at the end. She leans forward suddenly, resting her head on my chest as she cries out. Her cunt soaks my fingers in her cum.

I draw back, thoroughly turned on, pumping my dick with her juices a few times. Her cheeks flush as she stares at me hungrily.