by Coco Miller
“Bliss? What made you go to the club?"
"I was told that was the easiest place to score at the cheapest price."
“What did you buy?”
“I thought I was buying cocaine, but I think they sold me heroin.”
"Who did you buy it from?"
"I don't know her name. She's new I think. She has colorful hair, really frizzy, and she has a tattoo of a butterfly on her wrist."
That is all I needed to hear. I walk out of the room after saying goodbye to Kennedy and Terrica. With my phone in hand, I dial Tony's number.
"Your cop friend, Janet, is in on it. What the fuck, Tony?“
"Janet has been taken off the case. She's been tampering with the evidence we believe in another case."
News to me.
"Are you kidding? She was at my club tonight."
“Really? I’ll give her a call and have her come back down to the station."
“Do that.”
Something was very off about this. Who is this cop, why is she dealing in my club, and why was she coming onto me tonight at the club?
I peek back into the room with Terrica and Kennedy. "I'm sorry, but I'll be back in a bit. I have to go deal with Janet."
"Who's she?"
"The undercover cop. That's who sold Terrica the drugs."
"The bitch who was on her knees tonight?"
"The very same."
Kennedy moves to the edge of her chair. "You're going to confront her by yourself?"
"I'll be fine." I closed the distance between us and leaned over to kiss her cheek. "This is what I do."
"Be careful, Mr. Petrov, that woman almost had your dick in her mouth."
"Don't fret, Miss Howard, I will leave that distinct pleasure for only you to enjoy."
"Eww! Would you both cut it out," Terrica complains.
Leaving both of my girls in the hospital room, I head off to the club to end this once and for all. I know she's still there because Nicholai has been keeping an eye on her. She never actually left after the huge blow-up between me, her and Kennedy.
I hop into my black Mercedes and drive as fast as I can to the club. I park in the rear of the lot, trying to be as incognito as possible. The club is dying down, the morning sun not far off in the distance.
Janet exits the bar, her purple dress hiked up her shapely thighs. Her multi-colored hair is shining from under the one lone lamppost.
She gabs into the phone in her hand, as she slings her oversized purse over her shoulder. She waves to the bouncer and hops into her little, red sports car. Driving down a long, city street, I stay a few cars behind her as she turns down yet another unfamiliar road.
Where the fuck is she going?
She pulls into an abandoned warehouse parking lot. It's not quite sunrise, so my car is still hidden well. I step clear of the car and shut the door as quietly as I can.
She enters the warehouse, and I follow her inside. Managing to steer clear of her, I watch as she talks with someone.
The figure looked familiar. Fuck.
It was a woman, it is...Lindsay.
Lindsay and the plant speak in hushed tones, but it is clear what is going down here.
Lindsay wants to ruin me.
Such a spiteful little bitch.
Before I put a bullet in their heads, I need to snoop a little longer. I need to get closer. I move an inch and an old drain pipe whistles through the air as I knock it over. Shit.
"Who's there?" Lindsay calls out.
They both move toward me, and there is no hiding now. No way not to be seen. Plus I'm Viktor fucking Petrov. I don't hide like a rat in the corner.
I step into the light. "What the fuck is this, Lindsay?"
"Viktor."
Lindsay glares at Janet. "I see someone followed you." Obviously upset I was able to follow her here.
I pull out my Glock but keep it close to the side of my right leg.
"The gig is up, Lindsay. What are you thinking? You are fucking with my livelihood. Innocent girls are dead."
"Skanky druggies are dead. Who cares about them," Lindsay moves closer as the plant leans against a wall to my left. "You certainly never have."
“Have you lost your mind?" I say.
"You don't care about anyone or anything, Viktor. You are cold and empty inside. I wanted you to see what a fuck up you truly are." Lindsay moves closer and I step further away. Her flushed skin giving away the clear anger in her face. She is definitely losing her shit. Maybe I have that effect on women.
No time for jokes, Viktor.
The plant sidesteps, bringing her closer to me as well.
How cute.
They are moving in on me.
Oops, not cute.
My vision blurs as I feel the iron pipe connects with my skull.
Then...blackness.
Chapter Seventeen
VIKTOR
My hands won't move. My head feels dizzy as I try to open my eyes. Laughter in the distance pulls me further into the situation.
I take in my surroundings. I'm tied to a chair with Lindsay and Janet huddling in a corner of the vast room. I glance around, looking for anything to help aid me in my escape. Nothing. The airy warehouse is dark and dank, and I for the first time I worry that I won't be able to charm my way out of this one. I might actually have to kill these chicks.
I decide to remain quiet, let them talk first. Hear their demands, and then react.
"Ah, someone just woke up," Janet says. "No one turns down this." She holds her dirty pussy like a man would grab his dick.
"Classy," I deadpan.
"Calm down," Lindsay says to Janet, moving around her to stand in front of me. "Now what to do with you, big bad, Bratva boss," she cackles.
Her voice makes my head throb, punishing me for being here. How did I allow two lunatics to get me into this position? I should be home, with Kennedy. I should be anywhere but here. This is embarrassing. Somewhere in heaven or hell, Boris is laughing at me.
Wrestling with the ties on my hands, I try to break free. "What do you want? What’s your endgame here?“
Lindsay walks around me, her long legs taking each step slowly. "I want the club, I want the company, I want everything."
"That's never going to happen," I scoff.
"You're not really in any position to deny me." Her tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth as her eyes narrow on me.
"I am. I may have cleaned up a few things, but my business is still Bratva. The thousands of Russians who are part of this syndicate will have something to say about just handing it over to some random cunt."
Lindsay throws a half-empty can of beer across the room in anger.
"I'm going to get you thrown in jail for drugs then, and Gary will go down for distribution." She laughs happily with herself.
"Did you fuck Gary?" I ask with amusement.
"Shut up."
She turns from me, calling Janet over as they huddle in their little corner again. I wonder what they're talking about. I wonder if they're lovers too. How did these two even hook up, to begin with? Fuck it, I don't care.
Out of the corner of my eye, I think I see Kennedy's curls in the distance but this bump on my head could have me complete hallucinating. I focus my eyes, and there she is. It's her! On her knees, behind a pillar. I'm happy to see her, but I'm also angry. I don't want her in any danger.
"Kennedy," I whisper to her. "What the fuck?"
"Viktor, I followed you from the hospital,” she whispers. “Then I got scared when you didn't come out. So, I came in here looking for you. Is that Lindsay I see over there?"
"Yeah, get my hands. We'll talk about this later," I say as she unties my hands, freeing me.
I rise from the seat, and we turn to rush out. Normally I would have shot these two and watched them dropped to the ground, but I don't have my gun on me. The dirty cop must have taken it.
"Stop right there, baby," Lindsay says, the sound of a gun cocking echoing through th
e warehouse.
Kennedy and I freeze in our spots. Turning around to stare into the barrel of a Glock 17.
My Glock 17.
We both raise our hands as Lindsay and Janet come to stand in front of us. At this very moment, I don't care if I die. I just want to protect Kennedy. It's all I want. It's what I promise to spend my life doing if we get out of this shit alive.
Flashing blue and red lights bounce off the walls as the familiar sound of Houston police sirens echo all around.
"Oh, and I called the cops," Kennedy says with a smirk.
"Bitch!" Lindsay screams as cops rush in from different angles of the warehouse.
They yell for everyone to freeze, and we all raise our hands.
Lindsay drops the gun as the cops handcuff her hands behind her back. Janet is arrested as well and cries like a little bitch when the arresting officer slaps the cuffs on her.
I grab Kennedy and smash my lips to hers. "Don't do that shit again," I say as soon as we break the kiss. "You're crazy."
"For you yes." Her smile is my undoing and I tug her closer.
"Promise me you'll never do that again."
"What? I just saved your life." She places a hand on her hip as her eyes met mine. "You should at least raise my salary."
"How about I give you a really big bonus when we get home?"
"That'll work too," she giggles.
Later when I have Kennedy home and tucked tightly in my arms, I kiss the top of her head. "I love you, Kennedy. Don't ever leave. Marry me."
The words are easy to say, easier than I thought they'd be.
"I love you, too." She smiles and my heart beats faster. "And I'm not going anywhere. You've just made me the ultimate offer I could never refuse."
Epilogue
Kennedy
It's been over a year since Viktor and I encountered those crazies in the warehouse. I love how our legal system works. She and Janet are still in jail awaiting their sentencing. It’s going to be a long road for them.
To say my life has turned upside down since the day I barged in club Bliss, and Viktor knocked on my door, is an understatement. I'm totally happy now. Totally in love.
Terrica graduated high school, has gotten accepted to three colleges, and hasn't touched drugs again. According to her, it was just a momentary lapse in judgment because of the stress of our situation. So I choose to trust that.
Viktor still runs his Bratva "pharmaceutical" business, manages his real estate holdings, and he still owns the strip club, but he leaves Nicholai to run the day-to-day operations of most of it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a hundred percent comfortable with how he chooses to make his money, but the ugliness of his business gets easier to deal with as time goes on.
Why? Because I love him. I love that he takes such good care of me and Terrica. I love that he's funny, smart, strong and a survivor. I love him even with all of his imperfections. I especially love who he is when it's just us. His soft gentleness, his kisses, the way he touches me with care. That's enough for me. I mean who is perfect in this world?
"Krasotka, are you in here?"
"I'm in the bedroom, baby."
I'll admit it, I am hot and ready for Viktor. Actually, I'm always ready for him. But, today is a special day.
It's our one-year wedding anniversary.
Tomorrow we’re leaving for a thirteen night cruise to the Mediterranean, but tonight it’s just about us in the privacy of our home.
He steps into the room, loosening his power red tie from his neck. When he catches sight of me, he licks his lips.
I'm sprawled out for him, on our King-sized bed, with nothing but black and red lace panties, and a blindfold in my hands. "Would you like me blindfolded?" I ask him coyly.
I can literally see him getting harder as he stands in the doorway. His eyes darken, his lip turning into a thin line as he tries to fight the desire to just slam into me instead of taking things slowly. "You're fucking damn right I do."
I hold up the blindfold, offering it to him.
He steps into the room, slamming the door shut. "On your hands and knees," he orders.
I comply, lying the red blindfold next to me as I turn over.
Viktor unbuttons his shirt, losing it as he stalks closer to the bed. And then he loses his pants and I bite the inside of my mouth in anticipation. I can't wait to have this man inside me. This man I adore.
He grabs the blindfold once he's undressed, and climbs the bed. He wraps the silk around my eyes, and I close them anyway.
Smack.
He smacks my ass and I let out a little yelp of excitement mixed with pleasure.
"I'm going to fuck the hell out of you," he says. "So, just hold on."
I love the way he talks to me. Like he owns me completely. And he does. I am his in every sense of the word.
I lean up on my elbows, pushing my ass into the air for him to smack it one more time. The sting feels good, and I moan long and hard.
He reaches his fingers into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my legs. "Need to lose these," he says as he rids me of them and flings them across the room. "I don't even know why you wear these little shits."
Then his hand runs down my spine, leaving soft shivers in its wake. He leans down, licking his tongue along the outside of my ass cheek, up the spine of my back, and ending at my neck, digging his teeth in for a quick bite.
My body heats up, so ready for this man. I want him inside me. I need him there, more than anything. I can't take much more of this teasing.
"Viktor," I grit out, "Stop playing."
"So greedy," he says as he gives my ass a good smack. "Don't worry, greedy girl, I've got you."
And he does. With one arm wrapped around me, he saddles up closer to me. He presses his engorged cock at the entrance to my pussy, pushing in slightly. It feels so good. I love the way this man touches me.
He pushes in further, and harder, filling me to the brim with his thickness. He starts to move, delving in deeper as he thrusts his hips against me. His dick is so big, so ready to come deep inside me.
I can't stand it anymore, and dig my nails into the wood of the headboard as he pummels inside me, making me cry out my pleasure. My eyes squeeze shut as he groans my name over and over.
"Yes, I love it!" I cry out, spreading my knees and tilting my ass a little more to fit him all the way in.
"You feel so fucking good," he growls, hammering into me harder than before. "So goddamn good."
Once he's fully adjusted inside of me I start grinding my ass back, meeting each of his thrusts, and forcing him deeper inside me.
With my left hand, I reach between my legs and fondle his balls, milking him just right, letting him know I want him to come deep inside me.
I am so close to coming myself. I moan out his name, wanting more than anything for him to feel as good as I feel right now. My body comes alive with wonder. My pulse is rapidly pumping through my veins. I can feel it everywhere. Making me come alive with just his touch. His touch makes me whole again.
This man saved me from an unknown future. One that was destined to break every part of me. That I am certain of. I know all too well how the world likes to take people in and spit them right back out. And that's what would have happened to me if it had not been for Viktor, helping me, helping my sister, bringing me into his home and making me his. For just loving me completely, and protecting me from myself. It is more than I could ever repay him for. But, by God, I will try every day to show this man how much I love him. How much he means to me.
I let him keep pumping inside me, with one hand gripping the roots of my hair tightly, and the other on my clit, making my body so close to erupting.
"Viktor," I cry in pure ecstasy.
"You're the only woman I ever want," he growls. "Happy fucking anniversary."
He pumps and moves, screwing and fucking, groaning and grunting until I can barely hold on any longer. "Come for me," he says with a deep command. "Now."
> He continues stroking in and out of me until my whole world explodes into a vast array of colors and sounds. It's like a beautiful kaboom of light.
My moans echo through our room, bouncing off every wall. His grunts of passion overtake him, making his beast-like angst into something else entirely. He turns me on most when he loses control. When his body just can't contain his pleasure any longer. He turns me on most when he erupts inside me, groaning my name over and over.
"I'm coming, Krasotka!"
This is the man I get to call mine every night. This is the man that found me in a world that was almost done with me.
He saved every part of me.
He loves every part of me.
And I love him too.
Extended Epilogue
VIKTOR
Didn't I say I always get what I want? Well, this is no different. I'm head of one of the biggest crime syndicates in Texas. My employees fear me. My right-hand man respects me. The love of my life adores me. And her sister, well her sister is coming around too. Teenagers. There's nothing easy about them.
I have everything going according to plan. Everything just as I wanted it for years. The low-class street drugs are gone, and hopefully, they stay gone. Lindsay is gone right along with them, and if she even thinks about starting trouble again, I'll have her put down like the little bitch she is.
So now I'm left alone to do business as usual.
I hardly go to the strip club anymore, letting Nicholai take over the whole damn operation. He loves that scene, and I like to stay home, hang out with my woman, and show her who's boss. It's a win-win.
Not only am I her boss for work, but also in the bedroom. I love playing with her there. I love having her let me do the things I've been imagining since I met her. And one of those things is having her suck my cock into her tight little mouth.
Having her suck on my dick is like a dream come true. I'd never allow any of the dancers to do it. I didn't want to mix business with pleasure. I'm glad I held off now, because when my girl wraps those pretty lips around my cock, I feel like I've died and gone to heaven. It’s perfection. It’s special.