Redemption (The Volkov Mafia Series Book 4) (19 page)

“Play with your clit while I fuck you. I want to feel your hand between us,” I command, and she does it without a reply. I feel her knuckles against my stomach as she teases her clit. The circular motions are bringing her closer. I thrust deeper, pulling most of the way out before slamming back inside. Her release happens so fast I feel her pussy clamp down hard against my cock. Her pussy pulsing against my shaft feels amazing. I thrust a few more times to prolong her orgasm before I feel my cum fire out of me. I hold still while the first spurts enter her, then I begin to move slower this time, riding the wave until I’m spent. I gently lower her to the floor of the shower, and turn up the heat of the water.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up, then I’m taking you to bed and fucking you six ways to Sunday.”

Chapter 20

Alekzander

I wake feeling fucking knackered but refreshed at the same time. True to my word, I kept her up most of the night, showing her just how much I love her body. How much pleasure I get from watching her come undone, knowing that I’m the reason. Nothing beats that feeling.

I look to the side of me and see her curled up in my arms, her head resting on my chest. I wish we could stay like this forever, but it’s time to get up and face the music. I gently stroke her face, trying to rouse her softly. The little moans she makes while she is trying to wake up has my cock rock hard in an instant.

Her hand starts to wander over my chest, feeling each line of muscle and my prominent scar line. It’s the scar I got when Ivan and his men jumped me all those months ago. It left me fighting for my life, a life I didn’t realise I wanted, until I found Emma.

“Morning, babe,” I say whilst running my hand over her shoulder.

“Well good morning to you, too. That was one hell of a night,” she says, looking up at me with a seductive smile on her face.

“Come, sexy arse. Time to get up. I have to go and meet with Damien,” I tell her. As tempting as it is to stay in bed with her, I have to get up.

She moves herself slowly off my body, giving me room to get up. I stand up and walk to the bathroom. Her whistle as I walk away makes me chuckle, so I give my arse a little shake for her as I step into the bathroom.

The warm spray of the shower encases my body. I rest my head against the wall, letting the water beat down on my skin. All I see is girly products in the bathroom, floral crap everywhere ... I pick up one of the shower gels and give it a little sniff. Noticing that it doesn’t smell too girly, I pour some onto my hand and start washing. I hate that I’m washing the traces of Emma from my skin, but that means I get to do it all over again later.

I rinse off and step out, wrapping the only towel on the rail around my waist. Guess what, it’s fucking pink.

I wander back into her bedroom. I’m about to take the piss out of her for having pink towels when I see her standing at the window looking outside. The soft music coming from her iPad has me pausing for a moment. Al Green’s Let’s Stay Together is playing. Instinctively I go to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She leans her head into me and we stand looking out of the window whilst the music plays. Occasionally I kiss her head, or make my hands a little tighter on her hips with the moving words.

We pause after the song has ended; reflection is a powerful thing. It can either change your view for better or for worse. Right now it is making everything I want almost within my grasp. I just have to go and get it.

She untangles herself from my arms and spins around to face me. She looks down and bursts into fits of giggles. I quickly remember the pink towel and proceed to laugh with her.

“It’s your fault,” I say through my laughter.

“I think you look cute … a man your size wearing pink … priceless! You definitely own it, babe,” she pants out through her chuckles. I whip the towel off and watch her jaw hit the floor. I seem to have rendered her speechless.

“Who’s laughing now, Em?” I tease. My cock is solid and pointing straight at her, leaving her no illusions as to what I’m wanting. She reaches out to grasp it.

“Definitely not me,” she breathes. Her fingers are inches from my hardness, but I turn and walk away to get myself dressed. At this rate, I’m going to be a walking hard on, and a man that needs to take lots of cold showers just to get me through each day.

The pain is real, and any man who has a woman that makes their blood hot and their cock hard knows this.

I’m dressed in a three-piece outfit; tailored black pants, a crisp black shirt that has been pressed perfectly, all teamed up with a navy blue tie. I hate wearing jackets as they make me feel even more confined than just wearing a shirt. The way the sleeves tighten around my arms and feel stretched across my back, I hate it. So I just don’t wear one if I can help it.  I kiss Emma goodbye and tell her I will be back soon.

I knock and wait at Damien’s office door. This is going to go one of two ways. Either we all reach a mutual decision, or we walk away for good. Standing here, I have absolutely no idea what’s going to happen.

“Come in.” I hear the unmistakable sound of Damien’s voice from the other side of the closed door. I open it and see both Damien and Malc sat at the desk. I pull out the other chair and sit so that I can face them both.

“So, are we just getting down to it, or do you want to discuss the weather first?” I say to him, trying to use

sarcasm to hide my growing nerves.

“Look, nothing is sorted here and we all have reservations about how to proceed now. Why don’t we get everything that is bothering us out in the open and work through the issues at hand?” Damien says. His willingness to lead is something I admire about him. It’s not even a choice for him anymore, it’s a way of life. I don’t think he even realises he is doing it.

“I can’t fade into a shadow again, Damien. It’s not what I want, or need. I have to feel like I am a part of this family and not just a burden.” He said to lay it out on the line. I don’t see the point in dragging it out with small talk.

“No, and your right there, Alek. I have made you feel like a second class citizen at times, but your ego and your addiction didn’t help matters, did they?”

I don’t have a comeback to that. He is right. Although I don’t like what he says, I accept it.

“I have given you the reasons, Damien. If you can’t move past them then we are already hitting the rough with these negotiations, aren’t we?” I ask, knowing that I’m just waving a red flag in front of a bull.

“Yes, you did give me your bitch arse excuses, but I still can’t forgive you for putting my family at risk just so you could get a fucking fix. How in the hell do I know that if we do this together, when things get tough and don’t go your way, that you will just claim ‘I’m depressed’ and start gambling again? Like I told you three weeks ago, I won’t let you hurt anyone with it again.” His words are starting to fucking grate on me now.

“You know what, Damien, change the fucking tune. You’re like a stuck record, a dog with a bone. I have apologised until I’m blue in the face, but it’s not enough, is it? What is this really about? Because your made up bullshit is starting to piss me off.” He can spit his fucking dummy out; I am passed caring.

“You want to know what this is really about, do you? Fine! I will tell you. Before I found out that you existed, my life was ok. Then you came strolling on the scene with your stupid arse daddy issues. When will you get it through your thick skull that he wasn’t a man to aspire to? HE sold his daughter for fuck sake. His actions got our sister killed. You had this air about you that reminded me of her. Yet you’re nothing like the beautiful spirit she was and it pissed me off that someone like you could come from our stock. Just man up and do what you were born to do. You have to lead, just like me. It’s your fucking birthright. You want to make people proud and respect you? Then go out and earn it. When the road gets a little tough, don’t take the cop out. Fucking fight! I know you have it in you, you proved that last night.”

You know the phrase ‘I wasn’t expecting that’, well this is one of those moments. How can I answer that? I never knew my half-sister. I wish I could have had the chance to meet her, but it wasn’t to be. She sounded like someone that I would have loved wholeheartedly and protected until my dying breath.

“How can I do that when you have never given me a chance to show you who I am? You kicked me out in the cold, Damien. I had to drag myself out of it without anything from you, and I did that last night. I showed you all that I’m not some pushover anymore, that I want a life worth living.”

This time three weeks ago I would have punched him by now, and Malc would be the one telling me to go whilst he held Damien at bay. But not now. I’m ready to stay and fight, I’m just not sure if that’s what he wants. If we do get through this, then we could be unstoppable. We would have bases here and in Russia.

“Look what happened when I did push, though. You hit rock bottom and came up fucking punching. That’s what we need. We need the part of you that won’t put your family at risk. I may not have been there for you over the past few months, but I did what I needed to do to get you to the man I know you can be. The one I have only seen glimpses of. You are different since meeting Emma. You’re stronger than you think, Alek, you just have to realise it yourself.” I’m not sure if I want to punch him or hug him.

“Can we work through this or not, Damien? Are you going to give me a chance to prove that I have changed?” I ask him. He looks to Malc and he just nods at him.

“Yes we can work this through, but I need your word, Alekzander.”

“You have it. I have too much to lose by fucking this up gambling again.”

“We are going to have to come up with a new structure to accommodate for Jonny’s old crew and patch. What do you both think we should do?” I look to Malc and shrug. Fuck if I know.

“We need to sort out Jonny’s crew ASAP. Alek, you should do that as it’s your kill,” Malc states.

Wow! I never thought I would live to see the day that Malc would say I need to do it.

“Yeah, you’re right. Alek, go and round up the new crew and give them the lowdown, then come back here later on with a total number of people he has so we can get them all checked out by Anton,” Damien says to me. I know he is giving out orders again, but he knows about all of this, whereas I don’t, yet.

“Yeah, ok. I will leave now. You want me to take Vlad?” I ask. I need to talk to Vlad, to tell him the plan has changed but that finding his girl is top priority. I just hope he understands.

“Yeah, take him just to be on the safe side. Alek? I’m glad that we are going to try. I know I can’t blame you for his mistakes anymore.”

“Thanks. All I ever wanted was to feel like I belonged here.”

I leave with that last comment. I know that he means what he says. Damien is not a man to mince his words.

I see Vlad in the kitchen chatting with the girls. He is a good man. He has a lot on his plate at the moment and his daughter means everything to him. But he is a fighter and, in the end, will come out of this much stronger than when it all started. I just hope it’s the result he wants.

“You ready to head out, man?” I shout to Vlad from the hallway.

“Yeah, I’m coming now. Where are we heading?” he replies.

“We are in charge of rounding up the new crew.” He nods but looks a little puzzled.

We are on our way to Jonny’s old place. God knows what we will find when we get there.

We arrive at the address where the crew hang out. The house doesn’t look much from the outside, but I for one know that appearances can be deceptive. By the look of it, the huge house used to be a pub of some sort. The red brickwork and dark slate roof stand out a mile in this rundown part of town. It’s the only place that hasn’t got windows boarded up. I can hear the steady thrum of music coming from inside.

We park the car and get out. I told Vlad the score during the ride over. I told him that finding Anna was top priority.

We raise our guns; we don’t know what we will find when we step inside this door. The blast of heat and sound reach us a soon as we enter. Bodies are passed out everywhere; males, females, mostly all of them are naked.

I signal to Vlad to go and check upstairs whilst I finish down here. Everyone is sleeping, so I make my way up the stairs knowing that Vlad might need a hand. I walk along the lengthy hallway, checking each room I pass. Bodies are strewn everywhere; this looks like one hell of a celebration.

I come to the last room and find the door closed. I gently push it open and see Vlad cradling someone on the floor. She is whimpering.

I rush into the room and see only one other body in here. I stop when I see who — the first goon that jumped me three weeks ago. That little fucker is mine when I get my hands on him.

“Vlad, what happened?” I beg, but don’t get any response from him. “Vlad what’s going on?” I try again, raising my voice a little this time.

Still nothing. I walk slowly over to him and look down. The woman is lying in a pool of her own blood. I can see that she isn’t going to make it; her complexion is fading, the skin is greying, every inch of her is covered in cuts and bruises. He cradles her tighter. I place my hand on his shoulder and his head whips around to me. The feral look in his eyes screams
get off me
, but I continue to keep my hand on his shoulder.