Redemption (The Volkov Mafia Series Book 4) (20 page)

“Vlad, what happened? You need to talk to me,” I demand in a hushed tone. How can I help fix it if he won’t talk to me?

The rocking motion of him with her in his arms is loving and caring.  I look at the woman again and I can’t make out too much as her eyes have now closed. I wonder if it’s one of the girls from the yacht that didn’t manage to get away with the others.

“This is my wife Anna,” is all he chokes out.

FUCK!

Chapter Twenty-One

Vlad

I never thought I would see her again. To have her in my arms is heaven, but it’s now going to be a living hell. I will be the last thing she sees as her light fades from this world.

I walked into the room and saw what was happening; he was on top of her, his cock in her pussy and she was screaming for him to stop. The second I heard her I knew it was Anna. I saw red. I thought I would get there in time. She looked across at me as I shouted for him to stop. He just looked at me and plunged the knife deeper into her stomach, her very large stomach.

I’m sorry
, she mouthed as he pulled the knife out. I felt like I couldn’t move, like time made me watch the demise of my wife. As soon as I could, I moved to him and knocked him out cold. I picked Anna up and cradled her to my chest, her blood seeping all over me, but I didn’t care. I needed to have her in my arms just once more.

I heard Alek enter the room, but I was more focused on telling Anna how much I loved her. Telling her everything I could about Daria before it was too late. His hand on my shoulder had me turning to him, begging him to just understand. He did, thank god.

He asks me again what is going on so I tell him it is my wife.

“Tell Daria I never stopped loving her. Vlad, I never stopped loving you,” she says on a gurgled breath. I watch as her chest rises one last time and her eyes finally close.

“I want them to burn for this, Alek. I don’t want any of the fuckers left alive. They did this to her, to me, to Daria. They have to pay.” I beg him to understand.

That fucker over there is getting it first. I gently lay Anna down on the floor. Standing up, I walk over to the guy that just had his cock in my wife and his knife in her stomach. I grab him up off the floor, sit him in the chair and bind him.

At this point I don’t care if he wakes up or not. I start to slash at his skin with the same knife he just used on Anna. As I am taking chunks out of him, he starts to stir as I cut his face. Good, I want him to see what I’m about to do.

“Alek, go and find me a hammer and nails from somewhere in this shit hole,” I command. He leaves instantly to look.

I look to the guy in front of me; his eyes are opening. His murmurs of pain can be heard as his body registers what’s happening to him.

“You think you will be forgiven after what you have just done? That was my wife you just raped and killed,” I say to the piece of shit before me.

“She was carrying his baby, man. It needed finishing. No more bad blood. That’s what the new leader wanted.” 

I step back to take that in. She was pregnant with Jonny’s baby. It should have been
me
that got her pregnant and gave her a child.
Our
child.

“That wasn’t your choice to make. That was my woman and you took her from me.” I’m so distraught I keep punching him in the face over and over again.

I hear the footfalls coming back into the room and see Alek carrying what I need.

“Thanks, Alek. Now go, you might not want to watch this,” I say to him.

“I’m not leaving you here on your own to deal with this. What do you want me to do, Vlad?” he says to me.

“Help me get him sat on the floor with his legs open and his pants off.” I hold back the smallest of smiles at his confused look. He doesn’t say anything, just helps me proceed to get this cunt where I want him.

I pick up the hammer and nails from the chair where Alek placed them. Walking back over to where we have him on the floor, I crouch between his open legs. I’m not going to finish this guy quickly. I’m going to make him suffer.

The nail in my hand feels cold to the touch. The rubber grip of the hammer slips in my skin so I grip it even harder. Pinching the nail, I place the tip into his flaccid penis, bringing the hammer down hard. The strike of the hammer and his ear splitting scream tell me I’ve hit my mark. I look up at Alekzander and see him wince at my actions. I don’t care. I position another nail and strike again. His distressed howls are like music to my ears. I feel a sense of satisfaction at the justice I’m giving out. The blood starts to ooze from his cock. It’s pooling between his legs.

I finish with a line down his cock, three nails in total.

“You have two choices now: you can either stay here and burn to death, slowly and painfully, smelling your flesh as it melts from your bones and burns you from the outside in. Or, you can choose to run, but the only way you are getting out is by ripping your own cock off in the process,” I say to him with a triumphant smile on my face.

“Let’s get out of here,” I hear Alek call from the doorway.

I move over to Anna’s lifeless body. Scooping her up in my arms, I carry her out towards the car. My suit is covered in blood, hers mainly.

“You got the burning of the house covered, Alek?” I ask him.

“I’ve got your back. You get in the car with Anna. I’m gonna make this house light up like a fucking bonfire.”

In this moment, I have never been more grateful to have someone here with me. I’ve never been one for friendship, but right now I wouldn’t choose a better friend.

“Thank you,” I say as I walk over the bodies that are still on the floor, not caring if the lot of them burn in hell.

Pausing at the back door of the Range Rover, I try to stop the tears that are falling. I had her in my arms again even if it was brief. I will cherish that moment until the day I die.

Now I have to tell Daria. I lift Anna into the Range Rover, not letting my arms leave her for a second.

Alek walks out as the flames start to build. Smoke escapes from the windows, flames lick at the door, blocking the way for an easy escape.

He opens the door and just nods at me through the rear-view mirror as he starts the drive back to Damien’s.

*****

Alekzander

They say that watching a man at his breaking point can really touch you. It fucking did that, and more. I’m now just pulling up to Damien’s to deliver the bad news that I have just wiped out the rest of Jonny’s crew.

I feel for Vlad having to go through all these years of wondering. Finally having a ray of hope, only to have it taken from him as soon as he found it. That has to be hard on anyone.

I stop the engine and get out, opening the back door for Vlad. Anything to feel like I’m helping him. Closing the door to the car when he gets out with Anna in his arms,

we walk up to the door. It swings open; they must have seen us coming on the cameras.

Malc is stood in the doorway and Damien is just beside him. I walk up to them, shaking my head in despair. “What happened?” Damien asks as I approach them. There is no point fluffing around the edges.

“This is Vlad’s wife. You need to call a doctor and the funeral home.” I hear Malc cursing and Damien mumbling something to himself.

“Look, let’s talk about the details inside, shall we?” They both nod and turn to step inside. Vlad follows, walking into the living room and placing Anna down on the couch. He kneels beside her. As he strokes her hair, tears are streaming down his face. He hasn’t said anything; I think he is just trying to deal with it.

I walk out, closing the door behind me. The girls are in the kitchen.

“Girls, you might want to leave for this,” I say to Emma, Lilly, Faith and Cami. They step out of the kitchen, taking the children with them.

Both Damien and Malc join me in the kitchen.

“We have no crew from Jonny. As you can see, things got a little waylaid,” I say to them as we take seats around the kitchen table.

“What happened? How did we not know Vlad was married?” Damien asks in disbelief. 

I tell them exactly what happened, right from the start up until getting out of the car. I don’t miss anything. I tell them she was pregnant with Jonny’s child, that it was one of his goons that killed her, and that Vlad sort of lost it. I can’t explain to them all the bits in-between. All I can tell them is what I know and what I have seen. I tell them about Daria, how she has had to live a life in secret, and that she will need all the support she can get from us right now.

Damien makes the calls, and before we know it the doctor arrives. He is in the living room with Vlad and Anna. The doctor walks out a short time later with a glum look on his face. The funeral directors are here and are about to take her body away.

All of us are stood in the hallway, watching as they wheel her out. Vlad follows them outside and watches as her body is placed inside the van. As they pull away, I hear his scream of pure and utter heartbreak. I observe from the doorway as he drops to his knees on the driveway. Not thinking, I go to Vlad. I kneel down in front of him and I hold him, allowing him to find his release.

*****

Later that night we are in Emma’s bedroom. Everything that has happened today has brought this family into turmoil.

It’s times like this when we have to pull together, not further apart.

“So what’s going to happen now, Alek?” Emma’s voice is full of concern. She has been quiet ever since we got back and I told her what happened. She wept. She wept for loss, she wept for Daria, but most of all I think she wept for her friend. As much as I like Vlad, he and Emma are very close. They have a bond that gets stronger with each passing day.

Most men would hate that their girl is so close to another man. I know that it is nothing romantic. Sibling love, that’s what it is, not the tainted kind that is born out of hate, but the pure kind born from protection.

“All I know is that for now, me and my brothers are going to run this business together. As for me and you, what do you want? I know what I want. I just want you.” I can’t make her want me. She has to decide for herself, and with everything she has been through, I wouldn’t blame her for needing time.

“I want you, Alek, since the moment I first saw you,” she says in an ever so sweet voice.  I pull her closer to me. Wrapping my hand behind her neck, I bring my mouth down to hers. At the first taste I’m hooked all over again. I trace my tongue over her closed seam, begging her to let me in. She needs to want this as much as I do. When she opens I feel my heart skip a beat. Our kiss is raw, passionate, and laid bare. It’s a kiss from the depths of despair, breathing new life into us both. I lay her down on the bed with a new sense of belonging.
To her.
Now I’m going to show her what she means to me. I may not be able to offer her the world right now, as things don’t always work out the way we plan them to.

I slowly peel her clothes from her body, kissing my way over each bit of skin as it’s exposed to me. I have her body arching into my mouth. I push her harder. I bite down gently on her hip, then place soothing kisses on the sting. My finger traces around her clit, gentle circles at first, not wanting her to crest too quickly. I blow cool air onto her body and kiss her. Her reactions are driving me crazy. I want to be inside of her. Now though, I just want to worship her, to show her that she is mine. I push a finger inside, wanting her to feel the anticipation of the main course, even if it’s just a taste.

“Kiss me, Alek” she begs.

I know what she wants. I push away from her body, freeing her from my touch for a second, letting her body cool before I set her on fire again. I strip down quickly, watching as her eyes devour my body, looking at me hungrily. She opens her legs for me as I start to crawl up the bed towards my girl. I reach her face and bring myself nose to nose with her, gazing deeply into her stunning eyes. She keeps eye contact for a short time before turning her head and baring her neck to me. She struggles to look at my eyes; it’s not that she doesn’t want to, she doesn’t believe what she reads in them yet, that she is the only one I see. To me she is more beautiful than anyone else.

I kiss her with everything I have, branding her to me. I want all of her, forever. I can see us in fifty years’ time arguing about who will have the TV remote.

As my kiss lingers and claims her, I push slowly into her warm pussy. I feel it wrap around me tightly. This is what home is like.

Her back arches off the bed and she throws her head back. I gently kiss down the column of her neck, not once changing my rhythm. I feel her climb, her body tense from the tips of her toes, travelling up her body.  As she falls over the edge I feel my restraint slip and I cum, wanting to finish with her. I pull her into my arms and let sleep take me, wanting the horror of today to slip away for a few hours.