Vasily's Revenge: The Complete Story (The Medlov Men Book 1) (20 page)

Chapter 25

When the car pulled around to the front of the Medlov Compound after their long travel, Lilly had never seen anything more beautiful than the sight of the regal mansion in front of her. 

Before the driver could open the door good, she rushed out of the car and ran into the house, straight for Dylan.  He was downstairs playing pirates again, and quietly waiting for his mother to return. 

She dropped to her knees and held him close.  His smell was intoxicating. Hugging and kissing him, knowing that he was completely oblivious to what had transpired over the last day, she relished in the moment for a second chance.  She kissed him for everything that they had gone through and everything that they never would go through again.

In complete satisfaction everyone watched, even Gabriel and Briggy who stood on opposite sides of the living room. He had smiled at her, despite the situation, realizing for the first time in a long while, how important family was, not just to everyone else, but to him.

Shortly after their arrival, Dmitry had also come in.  Anya was there playing with Dylan, but as usual; as soon as she saw her Daddy she jumped into his arms and began to kiss him.

Without saying a word, she had known the entire time that something was wrong. She had a knack for eavesdropping and had heard some of the gossip. Yet, like a good girl, she kept her mouth closed, and waited for everything to work itself out.

Dylan lit up when Vasily came sluggishly through the door.  Pulling away from his mother, he ran to him and held on to his legs.

“I’m glad you’re home,” Dylan said, deaf to his innocent omission.

Vasily reached down and picked him up.  “I’m glad to be home,” he said, hugging him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” Dylan said, pulling at his dog chain.  “Now that you’re home, can we have that conversation?”

Vasily chuckled and set him down.  “That’s exactly what I had in mind.  Want to talk about it over breakfast?”

“I ate with everyone else, but I could go for some orange juice,” Dylan said in his most grown up voice.

“Great, I love orange juice,” Vasily said, looking over at Lilly.  “Let’s go have that talk.  Momma, are you coming?”

Lilly wiped her face and stood up from her crouched position.  “Yes,” she said, knowing what Vasily was about to tell him.

***

Sitting around the table kitchen table together, Vasily looked over at Dylan and felt a complete spiritual connection to the boy.  There was no doubt that he was his son, especially since he now knew the truth about Yakov.

              Vasily reached over and pulled Dylan’s chair closer to him.  Rubbing through his curly locks, he smiled, trying to suppress rising nervousness.  “Do you know why I’m proud of you?” he asked.

              Dylan looked surprised.  “You’re proud of me?” A silent glee permeated the boy’s smile. 

              Vasily frowned, shocked that Dylan didn’t already know that. “I’m very proud of you.”

              “Why?” Dylan asked, both hands around the large glass of orange juice.  He took another gulp of the orange juice, a testament to his truth, that he loved the beverage.

              “Because you,” Vasily lifted his chin, so that his son could see his eyes, “are the very best of me.”

              Lilly ducked her head.  The sight was almost more than she could take, yet everything that she had wished for.  Still, it would have been off-putting to cry in front of Dylan at the moment.

              “The very best of you?” Dylan put down his glass.  “What do you mean?”

              Vasily’s mouth curled at the corners.  “I mean that you make me proud to be your father, and as my son, you make me complete.”  He was unapologetic in his words and sincere in their meaning.  

              Dylan couldn’t help but smile.  “Are you saying that you’re my daddy?” He looked over at his mother, who nodded reassuringly.

              “Da, da, boy. I’m your father,” Vasily said, hoping that Dylan would approve. 

              Scooting out of his chair, Dylan dove into his father’s arms again..  “That’s the best news ever.” Hugging him tightly, he laughed, lighting up the room with joy.

              “I’m glad that you think so; I’m relieved actually.” Vasily pulled at his chin. 

              Lilly couldn’t help it now as large tears rolled down her cheeks. 

              “So I get to call you Dad?” Dylan asked, sitting on his lap.

              “You do,” Vasily said with a grin. 

              “And do we get to do father and son stuff like other boys?” Dylan asked.

              “We do,” Vasily answered.

              “And are you going to marry mom?” Dylan asked, looking back at Lilly.  “Because I don’t just need a dad. She needs a husband. And we’re sort of a package deal.”

              Lilly began to blush.  She was just about to cut him off before Dylan could embarrass her anymore but Vasily answered.

              “I am,” he said, looking across at her.  “One day.  If she’ll have me.”

              Lilly nodded, jaw jutted. “I will.”

Epilogue

When Lilly got to her bedroom, she couldn’t stand waiting any longer. Tearing out of her clothes, she fell into bed with Vasily, glad to finally be alone with him.

              Her heart lurched as he pealed out of his clothes, one hypnotic layer at a time.  His finely formed body flexed with want as he walked over to her and picked her up off the floor.

              “Damn it, I’m missed you,” he said, pulling her head to him.   

His kisses were deeper than before.  Not able to get close enough, she clung to him, melted into him.  He rubbed her body all over, kissing every crease, sucking every tip, until she was ripe and begging for his entry. 

Finding her core, he pushed into her body and felt her blossom. His domineering hunger made her quickly acquiesce to his pleasures. Arching her back, she gripped his body and took all of him into her, free from worry, free from guilt.

Whispers between them were sweet.  Full of love and promises.  She couldn’t help the feeling of pure excitement that rose in her.  She was finally his.  And he was finally hers. 

They moved as if to a melody in the bed, dancing about the positions like partners in a waltz.  These were the treasured moments that they had both been denied throughout their life.  This was the connection that they had never had before and now that they had finally found each other, it was perfect.

Kissing her eyes Vasily held her close as he rocked inside of her body.  His strong thighs parted, he found his home somewhere between her womb and her heart.

In perfect synchrony they found their release, but only for a moment.  The dark twinkle in his eye promised much more.

Panting, she fell on top of him and kissed his lips.  “I can’t get enough,” she said, resting her head on top of heart to listen to it thud in his chest. 

He rubbed a hand through her tangled locks.  “You never have to,” he said, looking down at her.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. 

Vasily looked over at it and groaned.  “I’ll be out in a minute, Dylan.”

“It’s not Dylan,” Anatoly said, leaning against the entry way.

Vasily moved Lilly out of the way, slipped on his shorts and went to the door.  Opening it, he looked at his boss and sighed.  “What’s wrong?”

Anatoly’s face was impassive.  “Papa wants us downstairs,” he said, winking at him. “Get dressed.”

“On the way,” Vasily said, closing the door.

“Everything alright,” Lilly asked.

“Don’t know,” Vasily said, putting on his clothes. “I’ll be back.”

***

When Vasily arrived down stairs, all three Medlov Men were waiting for him in Dmitry’s study.  He walked in and Boris closed the door behind him.  Instantly, he felt his heart drop.  The DNA test must have said something contrary to what he wanted. 

Coming in, he sat down on the sofa across from them and folded his hands.  Without saying a word, he waited. What bad news did they have for him? 
He should have known it.  A man like him didn’t have happy days.  There always had to be something.
 

Dmitry was sitting in his winged back leather chair with his son standing beside him.  Gabriel was standing by the window with a cool gleam in his eyes.  None of them were smiling.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” Dmitry said, scratching his brow.  “And after discussing it with the boys, I feel as though my decision is appropriate.”

Vasily looked up from the rug.  “Sir?”
What decision
, he thought to himself.

“You’ve grown out of your position, Vasily,” Dmitry said gravely.  “You have a family now.” He pushed the DNA results across the desk as well as the Dylan’s birth certificate, signed with his own signature.

Vasily looked down at the papers and slumped his shoulders, completely confounded by the turn of events. 

There was an immediate explanation. “I had the papers completed, just in case Lilly didn’t make it back.  We couldn’t have a paternity case in court. You work for the Medlov Family for goodness sake,” Dmitry huffed.

Vasily nodded. “I understand, Sir.”

“The men who guard this house have one thing in common.  They are without a family.  They have no children. They have no wives.  They don’t even have steady girlfriends.  They are 100% devoted to their purpose, which is to watch this family with an ever faithful eye.  They cannot have vulnerabilities.  They cannot have chinks in their proverbial armor.  Since Lilly came into your life, your focus has changed.  You have all the things that I simply cannot afford in my men.”  Dmitry stood up.  “You can no longer be my head of security.  Surely, you understand how it undermines the structure of this family.”

Vasily concurred inwardly. He knew that his Boss was right.  “I agree.  My new developments put the family at great risk, but I thank you for everything that you’ve done for me.  I am forever grateful and eternally in your debts.”  He said so with such conviction that Dmitry stepped back a little. 

Finally, unable to help himself, Dmitry smiled.  “And that is exactly why I want you to join us, Vasily.”

Anatoly cracked a smile. “It’s time, brat. You’ve proven yourself. You need to be doing bigger things. No more standing at the watch tower, eh?”

“And we need one more on the small council, not just one more standing watch over it,” Gabriel added. 

Vasily looked up speechless.  In all of his years, he never thought that he would ever be worthy.  Sure, in the back of his mind, he had dreamt of it, but never had he imagined it coming to pass. He had no great name, no great lineage. He was just a boy from a shit part of town. 

“Do you agree, brat?” Dmitry asked.  “Do you think you could serve as one of my captains?”

“Yes, sir,” Vasily said, swallowing down overwhelming emotion. 

“Good,” Dmitry said, walking around the table.  He embraced him tight as he had never done before.  “Tonight, you become one of us. It’s all been arranged. The council is flying in today.”

Anatoly walked over and hit Vasily on the back before he hugged him. “Did you see his face? He thought he was out of here.”  He laughed, but the pride couldn’t help but show on his face. 

Gabriel came over and offered his hand. “It will be an honor, really.”

“Thank you,” Vasily said, shaking Gabriel’s hand for the first time ever.

“You’ve been like a brother to me, and now, you’ll be my brother for real,” Gabriel said sincerely.  “Thieves-in-Law.”

“Thieves-in-Law,” Vasily said. 

***

Leaving the men in the room to talk, Gabriel excused himself.  With purpose, he headed across the compound to Briggy room as fast as his feet would take him.  He found her there, curled on up a chaise lounge looking out of the window and sipping on tea.

Closing the door behind him, he walked over and knelt before her. 

“Hey,” he said, moving a golden strand from her face. No matter what, he couldn’t deny that she was absolutely breathtaking. 

“Hello,” she said softly. She looked up at him with red eyes.

“I’m ready for that talk,” he said, sitting down on the floor beside her.  His long legs stretched past the lounge chair.  “And I’ll stay right here until we figure it out.  Phone off. Door closed. I promise.”  He pulled out his phone and tossed it across the room.

“Why now?” she asked, still not immune to his beauty after all this time. 
How she wanted him to love her. 

Gabriel looked away. His mossy green eyes danced before he answered.  “Because I’m going to the Ukraine for a while,” he gave a wry smile, “and because you deserve it.”

Briggy reached out and touched his face. Rubbing a hand over a freckle on his nose, she cupped her knees under her.  “Okay.”  She turned toward him completely. 

“Okay,” Gabriel said, looking at her stomach.