Obsession (The Volkov Mafia Series Book 1)

by S. E Foster

  “Are you two ok?” I ask wondering if they need anything.

  “We are fine thank you just catching up,” at her words they both giggle and I shake my head and turn back to head out of the room, women and their gossip, I’m glad they can laugh about this and are talking again, I am not sure on the ins and outs of their relationship but they seem close.

  The kitchen is a hive of activity as the cook prepares for our evening meal, I can’t wait for the night to fall to say our goodnights and to be back with her in my arms and my bed, I need to feel her skin against mine, watch over her while she sleeps cradled in my arms, show her how she is moi prekrasnye svet. My beautiful light.

  Because without her the darkness would fill me, with her by my side I can see the light and I want to go towards the light. Only she can chase the demons away.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Jake

  I sit in the black SUV outside the hotel waiting for the right time to go in, I have sat here in this car for the past two days watching, waiting. I crack my knuckles, bored of the hanging around, I mean how long does it take for a hooker to leave. It can’t take that long for an ugly fuck like him to blow his load.

  What feels like hours later I see the two bit tramp walk out escorted by one of his guards. I step out of the car and stroll across the road to the hotel.

  At the doors I see the body builder guy stood there eyeing me up, he has at least double the muscle I have but that does not faze me in the slightest.

  “How can I help?” He asks me in a bored tone.

  “I’m here to see Mr. Young he is expecting me.” I can see him look at me to gauge if I am telling the truth, he talks into some earpiece and a second or two later he is buzzing me up to the suite where he is staying.

  Walking into the suite it looks like any other rich hotel, all fancy and overly done, fashionable sofas and a flat screen TV, stepping further inside he greets me “Mr. Masters, what a pleasure to finally meet you.” I return the offered hand and give it a firm shake. I release my grip and he directs me to the couch to take a seat. I just want to get this over with I have to make sure I am only gone a certain amount of time, I don’t want Damien becoming suspicious just yet I need to set my trap playing both sides of the game. If I want my revenge then I have to play it right. I will get to see the life drain from Damien, as he watches me fuck his girl, knowing he won’t be able to help her this time. I will make right what happened, and no one will see it coming but me.

  “The pleasure is all mine, I trust the guards are to your liking, keeping you safe.” I respond politely as possible.

  “And how is the payment doing? Well I hope.” See now we get down to business.

  “Faith is fine don’t you worry about her, once we kill Damien I will keep my payment and your debts will be paid.”

  “Just how are we supposed to lure him,” he asks me “Well we will have to take away the one thing he wants won’t we.”

  His chuckle grates on me “Yes we will.” He states

  “So you will be waiting at the warehouse for him in two days, I will put the idea that the girls need to go shopping or some bullshit and I will offer to escort them, you will then phone and say that you have her and he is to meet you at the warehouse at a certain time to which we both will lay in wait for him to come.” That’s just the plan to get him there, what he does not know is the plans I have when he gets there.

  “Ok tell me when you have the girls and I will make the call to him.” Pleasantries over I see, I stand to make my way out of the hotel turning to him so I can say my final piece.

  “You don’t follow through, it will be you at that warehouse and protection disappears, understand.” He nods his head furiously at me and with that I make my way down stairs back to the car. Time to give Damien a few crumbs.

  I sit in the car thinking back to how all this started, I did not know about my father, or where I came from until my mum died, don’t feel sorry for me she was a junkie who deserved that overdose. That’s when I found the letters from my father addressed to my mother telling her how sorry he was that he could not be with her but he was already married and had a son. So I packed what stuff I had left and went to find him I was 19 years old at the time and travelled from York down to London with the last bit of money I had.

  The man I called father never turned me away instead he welcomed me with open arms, he and his wife and son gave me a place to stay, food, clothes and got me a job in the local warehouse, packing up goods for delivery. As the months went by I started to open up to them and they listened, we even went on holiday a couple of times, then my brother went and got involved with the wrong crowd and he changed. He didn’t let me hang around with him anymore he said he was protecting me, that he did not want me in this life with him.

  I caught him one night with a girl up against the wall at the side of the club where he used to go, she was screaming at him to stop that she did not want it, but by this time he had his hands around her throat squeezing the life from her eyes, as he continued to pump in and out of her.

  I watched at first, amazed that he had this raw power over another person, taking away her choice and enjoying it. I found myself growing hard whilst I watched him fucking her. Her tear stained cheeks and her red rimmed eyes, turning me on even more. I unzipped my jeans and released my cock and started fisting my cock pleasuring myself, whilst I watched my brother raping her, when her eyes locked on mine and she mouthed for me to help her, I lost it and came into my hand with a grunt.

  I never found satisfaction any other way than either watching Conner or joining in with his games.

  Nobody knew but us, we kept it hidden from everyone, then they took Faith and Conner was infatuated with her. Those few weeks they had her he would come home and talk non-stop about her saying how he was going to enjoy it when he fucked every hole she had. Something had happened and he found himself alone looking after Faith, she is beautiful I will say that, Damien had been absent for nearly a week only checking in via phone so Conner had told me that he had it all planned out, he was going to start the day like any other, let her have her food and shower, take her back to her room let her have her last meal. Then he would take her. He had it all planned, he was going to say that she tried to escape and he caught her so she fought back and he killed her. His words were and I quote, “I’m going to enjoy breaking every hole she has, pumping my seed into her as she takes her last breath.”

  He never came home that night and when I went to the address he had given me the next day, I saw my brother stripped naked and strung up, his dick was on the floor at the side of him and the word rapist cut deep into the skin of his chest, his eyes had been removed along with his tongue, each finger was cut off, symbolizing every part of a man that could pleasure or look upon a woman had been removed.

  I left him there. I couldn’t look at the sight any longer, it was then I decided that I would make whoever did this pay and it could only be one of two people Damien or Malc, I just had to find my way in.

  I had stalked them for a couple of weeks waiting for my chance to get an introduction and it came when Malc walked into the restaurant I was eating in, I looked like hell and he bought it hook, line and sinker. I had no connection to Conner so when they did background checks nothing came up, I was good to be brought into the family.

  I was cleaned up given new clothes and a room at the house. It was clear to see he was obsessed by the girl only he and Malc got near her at first watching her every move making sure her dad didn’t get to her. He had us looking for him every day checking all the information we could get hold of. The Internet had vast knowledge on almost everybody and it was easy enough to hack in to cameras at airports and get passenger lists. Then after nearly six months of plotting and watching I got a hit he was on a plane heading back for London Gatwick. When he landed I checked the picture to make sure that it was him, then I followed him to the little shack of a flat that he went to. Then I called it into Malc.

  I se
t off back to the house after watching that damn hotel a little longer, I had to make it real when I reported back to Damien that he was still there, and that people went in and out to him, but he never left unattended.

  It was sheer dumb luck that he turned up at her flat it was only the third time I had been made to watch her, she had been out with her friend but I left them further up the street so I could park without being seen, that’s when I saw him enter her building, I did not go in after him, I waited and watched as the girls went into the building, so I made the call to Malc to let him know that her dad was there he said they would be there in five, so I waited at the bottom of the stairwell for them to arrive.

  He gave me a black eye and a fucking busted lip for not coming in to help as soon as I realised it was Darren.

  It was worth it though to know how much she means to him, so I played along like the happy lackey, waiting for my opportunity to talk to her dad, after we arrived at the house he sent us looking for him, I drove back to the flat he was staying in and rang his phone.

  When he answered the conversation was tense at first like he did not believe that I wanted Damien dead for what he had done to my brother, after I explained that I would get him the protection he needed and where to go. I told him that I wanted Faith as payment, and he agreed the arsehole, did he not realise I was going to do everything to her that my brother wanted to do. I will do it different though, I will strip him naked, string him up and only leaving his eyes, so that he can watch as I fuck her taking what she will not give, and as his eyes finally close and he takes his last defining breath, I will finally spill my seed deep inside of her as I slit her pretty little fucking throat.

  Arriving at the house I notice it’s all smiles the family is sat in the kitchen eating dinner I step through the doors and plaster a smile on my face.

  Damien looks up at me and nods what a fucking dick. I am going to enjoy this kill more than all the others.

  “Anything to report?” Damien asks me as I sit down at the table,

  Smiling as best I can but not to appear fake. “Just the same boss he does not leave, unless guarded. The total number of bodyguards he has is four so that should be easy enough to take down when Anton gets here,” of course I know all this, I’m the one that hired all the bodyguards.

  “That’s great Jake, now that we have that information we can plan when we are going to take them down and retrieve Darren” Malc and me both nod at him.

  Tucking into my meal I eat up, I only managed a sandwich at lunch. The conversation runs smoothly around the table the worries seem to fade into the background for now.

  Leaving the table I say my goodnights and make my way to the room I sleep in, getting undressed and into bed so I can play out all the delicious things I am going to do to Faith to make her scream with pain, I hope she struggles, I like it when they are feisty and you get to beat compliance into them first. I grip hold of my now rock hard cock pulling it back slowly and gripping hold of my balls tightly, I squeeze them while working myself faster, I cum onto my tummy savouring the image in my head, of her blood spilling from her throat while my cock spurts inside of her.

  The time is drawing near to take action.

  I will kill Damien and fuck and kill Faith.

  With that last thought, I fall into a peaceful sleep counting down the days until my revenge is complete.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Faith

  I spent most of the day yesterday with Cami and we seem to be back on track, she might not like the fact that I’m sleeping with Damien, but there really is nothing she can do about it.

  She opened up and gave me a little information on what is going on with her and Malc. She has feelings for him; I can see it written all over her face. She is trying to play it off as a sexual attraction but I could see it was more.

  Malc wants her to be with him but she keeps fighting him saying that she won’t ever be in this life. That when all of this is over she is going back to her apartment and getting on with her life but apparently that didn’t go down too well with Malc. I can’t say I blame her. I have the same fear inside of me, but I crave Damien’s touch, he does things to my body I didn’t realise were possible, and the way he makes me feel? Well, I’m addicted. How the hell am I supposed to walk away from something like that?

  Thinking back to last night and first thing this morning I have never felt so loved, so cherished. He worships me, my body and soul with every touch and kiss.

  Is it wrong to want to keep him in my life? Probably. Even if how we did meet was screwed up, he is proving himself now keeping me safe, keeping Cami safe? Yes, still probably, but he is a protector, my protector. Hell, he’s even having his mother brought here so she is safe. That does not seem like the actions of a mad man with the need to kill.

  He told me before he left the bedroom this morning, that his mum Lily and Anton would arrive at around 11am, I am nervous the only parents I have ever met is my own and well look how that turned out, my mother does not even care that I am gone as long as she is kept in the latest fashion with the nicest jewellery, and a different gardener each week she is just fine. That’s why I called Cami at the hospital because if I would have thought for a minute that my mum would have dropped my dad and come to my aid, I would have called her but I know she wouldn’t do that for me.

  Don’t get me wrong, in her own way she cares, I was always in the best of everything, even at boarding school I was sent all the latest clothes and shoes, mobile phones.

  All a child ever wants is true affection, and to know they are loved, not to be bought. So as the years passed we grew more distant. I can’t even remember the last time I spoke to my mother. I think that’s why I’m so nervous, never having known true affection maybe it’s what I crave now. Will I always seek approval?

  I’m sitting in the office with Damien when I hear voices coming from the hall, this is it then. Time to meet his Mum. I’m so nervous. What if she asks how we met or how long I have known him? What do I say? Do I lie or tell the truth? I can feel the panic building so I take a deep breath to try and calm myself. Damien looks up at me sensing my discomfort.

  “You ok baby?” he asks me, his voice is soft I can see the concern written all over his face.

  “What if she asks how we met?” taking a deep breath I rush out my words, making sure I get them all out. I drop my head, too scared to look in his eyes, worried what I might see in them.

  “It’s fine, I will talk to her, she won’t ask” I don’t question him any further. There would not be much point getting into an argument with them right down the hall. So I try to think positive thoughts, it’s going to be fine I repeat to myself over and over.

  Damien stands and walks over to me, he takes a hold of my clammy hand. It’s a strange feeling when you have never had it before, his warm fingers clasp around mine and he pulls me along with him.

  Standing there in the hallway, I see a beautiful woman who has just released Malc from a hug. Wow! She is stunning. I would say she doesn’t look a day over fifty, even though Damien already said she was sixty, three months ago. Her black coat with the fur trim sits well on her small frame, the brown short hair style fits her heart shape face well and her eyes look kind, the few lines around them are the only thing giving her age away.

  She turns and makes her way towards Damien and me. Her arms are stretched out wide to pull him into her embrace; he never drops my hand holding me close.

  “My boy” she says as she pulls him tight to her he towers above her, she is about the same size as Cami, he wraps one arm around her returning the embrace;

  “Hello Mother” he says releasing her.

  “Well, who is this beautiful young lady?” she asks Damien

  “Mother, I would like you to meet Faith” he says and I force a smile. Why am I so disappointed that he never said girlfriend? I should be relieved knowing that he doesn’t see me that way. It makes things easier right? But a small part of me wanted more, hell, who am I ki
dding, a big part of me wanted it.

  She turns towards me and I feel Damien’s hand release mine. I instantly miss the heat, putting my hand out to greet Lily, she quickly pushes it away and wraps me in a warm embrace. Momentarily stunned, I bring my arms up to return her hug. After a few seconds we pull apart.

  “Hello Mrs. um…” shit realizing I don’t even know their last name I look away embarrassed by my lack of information.

  “Call me Lily dear.” She says in the friendliest voice I have ever heard.

  Anton is next to come and greet me, he just looks like a smaller less bulkier version of Malc except for his grey hair. He stands tall and you can see he has worked hard all his life, he is regarding me with the same amount of kindness that Lily did, I’m awed by such kindness.

  “So Faith, it would seem we have much to discuss. Like how you have managed to hold my sons attention when no others have.” I shrink away as she speaks not really wanting to go down this road and explain it all to with her.

  “I don’t know what you mean, I have not captured anything Lily.” I say hoping to stop the conversation.

  “Nonsense my dear, he is smitten, anyone can see it.”

  Before I can form a reply Damien cuts into the conversation.

  “Mother, enough!” he scalds her

  She stops her questioning but I can tell by the look in her eyes that she’s not going to drop it. I guess I’m about to have a crash course in how to avoid his mother.