Vengeance (The Volkov Mafia Book 5)

by S. E Foster

  Vengeance

  (The Volkov Mafia #5)

  by

  S.E.Foster

  Copyright © 2017 S.E. Foster

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  Acknowledgements

  Also by S.E. Foster

  Blurb

  Lies, betrayal and love...

  Will Vlad find his vengeance in the beauty that is Annmarie? Will he find a way to move past his revenge? Or will it all come crashing around them?

  Is Malc enjoying retirement? Is Cami finding the quiet life everything she hoped for? Or is life about to take an unexpected turn?

  Can you overcome lies from the heart even if it's the only way to save a life?

  What will this novella have in store for the Volkov Mafia family...find out in the penultimate book of the series.

  Vladimir

  I watched as my wife’s eyes closed for the last time, taking my heart with her. Vengeance will be mine, I don’t care how long it takes. I will hunt everyone one of them down and kill them. I will seek justice for my wife, for my child and for me.

  I have the resources to complete my task. Damien has seen to that. I am currently following a lead to a small town in the Lake District.

  Once I get there, I will see If I find what I need to end this.

  Let’s hope I find it.

  I crave the pain. I desire the blood, but above all else, I will cherish the peace it will bring when it’s over.

  The hunt is on.

  This drive is going to be the death of me, the long stretches of black tarmac. The endless roads that sweep through the country, seeing the blurring cars as they pass. It’s relentless. I pull in at a service station, I have been on the road for hours. Time to grab a coffee and something to eat, this might break up the journey a little. I know it will be worth it in the end to finally say goodbye, then I can let her rest in peace. I can’t let got just yet I need to have justice. The coffee tastes warm as it slides down my throat, the woman behind the counter gave me a warm smile and wicked wink. As much as I would love the company of a woman right now, I just can’t bring myself to do it.

  The pain I feel every time I think of betraying my wife’s memory, it cuts me deep. It’s like drowning without water, you can feel the burning in your lungs as you try to take a breath. Your vision blurs as you try to gasp for air. Pain encircles your whole body, crushing you from the inside out. So, I smiled politely and gave her a tip and made my way back to the car. The sooner I arrive in Tebay the better.

  More tarmac greets me as I get closer to my destination, the scenery has improved at least. I see a lot more green now, the rolling hills that cascade all around, the road looks to flow within them. Pulling into the hotel carpark after what seems like an endless drive, I have a sense of relief that I have finally arrived at the destination of where I need to be.

  The old-school B&B looks idyllic, the stone building looks out onto beautiful country side. The stark green door catches my eye, it has a real charm about it, character oozes out from everywhere. I get booked in and told where to find my room for the next week or so. The pine furniture matches the country style bedding that is welcoming. The private bathroom is clean and has everything I need to have a shit, shower and a shave.

  I set up all my equipment. Everything I need to embed myself in her life. I have her name, place of work and her address. The rest is just going to be great planning on my part.

  I fall asleep knowing that tomorrow brings the start of my salvation.

  Chapter One

  Cami

  That’s the last of the boxes unpacked. The move has been hard but I think it’s going to be worth it in the end. The little cottage that we have rented is beautiful, the white fence that wraps around the front garden is picturesque. The oak door is heavy and worn but it holds memories of past lives, that have made this house their home.

  You can just imagine a mum baking in the country style kitchen, children playing in the garden on the swing. Dad coming home from a long day at work, just waiting to greet his wife with a kiss, as they sit down to a meal and talk about how there day has been. Then they tuck the children into bed with a kiss on their heads as they bid them goodnight.

  That’s what I envision when I saw this little place listed on Zoopla. I love the property website, you type in your ideal home and it shows a whole list of what you’re looking for.

  Being here is so much better. I’m not constantly going to be worrying if Malc will be coming home battered, bruised or worse. I’m so relieved he chose to leave that life. It was hard on us, he was torn between his love for me and his loyalty to his brother Damien. In the end, he wanted a life with me and Charlie.

  I don’t think Damien would have let him go so easy if Faith hadn’t of stepped in and told him it was probably for the best. He has a lot going on at the minute and the added worry or Malc and his loyalty didn’t need to be one of them.

  After everything that has happened I don’t regret any of it, the only thing I would change is Jake! But I can’t keep being a victim. I’m a survivor, I can’t let it define me forever. So, I love my boys whole heartedly and I live for them, every breath I take is to make their lives happier and better, in only the way a wife and mum can.

  Watching Charlie, potter around the house is mesmerizing, he is enthralled in the toys that now scattered around the open plan living room, the inglenook fire place is a feature. I must admit when I first saw it I thought the worst, what mother wouldn’t. but Malc assured me that he would be safe, that we can put a fireguard around to stop him burning himself.

  “Hey babe.” Malc says in that deep timber that still sets my pulse racing.

  “Are you happy?” he asks me.

  I look at him and I still see the worry lines etched on his face, but I’m hoping that in time without all the stress and worry about Damien they won’t be as pronounced. He looks tired, and carrying a heavy heart right now, so the best thing I can do is try not to add any more worry for him. I walk across the living room and wrap my arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly.

  “I will always be happy as long as I have you and Charlie” I whisper into his chest.

  “Good, I’m glad. This is going to be the start of a whole new adventure for us.”

  I love that he is so optimistic despite everything that has happened. Sometimes I still find it hard to believe that Damien just let him walk away.

  “You know what our first adventure is don’t you?” I ask him with a wicked look on my face.

  “And what might that be Camilla?” he says with a seductive smile on his face. Before I have time to respond he lifts me up off my feet and my legs automatically wrap around his waist, I move my arms up around his neck coming face to face with this stunning man that’s all mine.

  “We need to christen our new home.” I breathe the words into his lips. Hearing that slight hitch in his breath as his grip becomes harder on my arse.

  “Looking forward to it baby, but right now we need to get Charlie settled into bed.” He tentatively places a kiss against my lips as he slowly puts me b
ack on my feet.

  I shake my head in dismay and giggle as I make my way to Charlie to go get him bathed and ready for bed.

  “Come on little dude it’s time for a bath and to get ready for night night.” I say to Charlie as he puts his toy car down and makes his way to stand.

  “Can I have bubbles please mama.”

  It still astounds me how quickly his speech has come along, he is making simple sentences like a little champ now.

  “Of course, you can champ, do you want the funny soap you can paint the tiles with?” I ask him. Knowing full well what the answer is going to be. It’s the only way we have found to guarantee I tear free bath time.

  “Yes mama, I go get soap.” He says as he is making his way to the bathroom.

  “I’m just going to make some calls babe.” I hear Malc call from the living room. I don’t answer, I continue to lead little Charlie to the bathroom.

  While I’m waiting for the bath to finish running, I sit a wonder about the little girl that is currently upstairs. She has been quiet for most of the day.

  Daria is one of the sweatiest little girls I know, she has been with Alek and Emma since her dad left. But she wasn’t coping all that well. She had questions that couldn’t be answered. This was the one thing that Damien asked us to do. He wanted us to give Daria a better life when we left to let her have a chance at being normal. Going to school and making friends in a place that she could finally settle without the fear of seeing things that would remind her of her Dad all the time.

  She has been through so much, and is still coming to terms with losing her mum and dad on the same day. I have tried my best to give her what she needs and today I know that is space, she is upstairs on the iPad watching Peppa pig cartoons on Amazon Prime.

  I know one day she will have questions and when the time is right I will answer them as best as I can for her. But right now, she just needs to adapt, knowing that her daddy loves her. It breaks my heart to see her suffer, I hate that I can’t take her pain away. That no matter what I say or do the scars will always be there. We just have to make sure that they fade over time, and must make the journey with her. Supporting her, and loving her like she is one of our own.

  I place Charlie in the bath, he loves the water, sometimes I think he should have been born with fins, because of the amount of time he spends in the water. He doesn’t even get phased when we go all pruned. That little one is going to have me running him to swimming club soon enough, I can see it coming. Charlie helps me put the shampoo on his head and his little hands work quickly trying to rub it in, he completely misses the back of his head. He lays down while I rinse it.

  He has a little play in the bath for ten minutes. Then I pull him out and wrap him up in a towel making him a snug as a bug in a rug. Carrying him to his room I get him into his PJ’s and get his favourite bedtime story. It’s the same one he has had me read to him every night for the last six months.

  ‘I’m Not cute’ by Jonathan Allen, he loves this book. But really, I think it’s the time that we get to spend together cuddled up on his bed.

  Turning his light out as I leave, I leave the door open a jar. Wandering down the hall I take a peak on Daria. Bless her she has fallen asleep on her bed holding the tablet in one hand and the picture of her dad in the other. I go in and take the tablet off her, put her into bed and cover her up. I give her a little kiss on the top of her head and make my way back downstairs.

  Chapter Two

  Malc

  “Damien, I have told you I don’t like lying to her” I hate this, I feel like a shit, after everything we have been through, now I’m just putting her through even more.

  “Look I know you don’t like how all this came about Malc, but think of the girl, if we don’t keep an eye on her and he finds her, then that death is on our conscience. As we knew about what he had planned but didn’t do anything to stop it. I love the boy to bits and I feel for him, I really do. But he can’t go around killing innocent people just because she shares the same name and blood as the man that killed his wife.”

  I know he is right. It just reaffirms what we are doing. Vlad thinks that Cami and I have cut all ties to this world. Cami is as much in the dark as he is. I know when she finds out its going to be my balls on a serving platter, because I know it’s not if she finds out it’s when.

  “Why can’t I tell her Damien, she is my wife, how would you feel if it was you in the same position as me, Faith would string you up and cut you.”

  I leave that there for him to stew on for a second, before I add anything else.

  “Look Malc I know you don’t like it, but her reaction needs to be genuine. We can’t have her walking around looking for Vlad, because as soon as he spots her looking, he would know something is up. And that will just put more people in danger. What about Daria? Don’t you think she has the right to be kept safe?”

  I hate it when he makes me feel like this. I know it’s an order but he doesn’t want to say, his tone has changed slightly into that commanding rumble he has when he is trying to lay down the law, without sounding like a complete dickhead.

  “Right, but if he suspects anything Damien I won’t lie directly to her.” I say. Hoping that for once in his life he has the decency to put the vows of marriage before his work ethic on this one.

  “I can’t ask for more than that from you Malc. If she does suspect though, it will be on you head if anything happens to anyone, do I make myself clear.”

  His tone tells me everything. We may be brothers, but he won’t lax on his morals.

  “Crystal, talk to you tomorrow.” I tell him just before throwing the phone on the desk in front of me.

  I turn my head to make sure I wasn’t being listened to while I was on the phone. The last thing I need right now is to have Cami stood at the door listening to a one-sided conversation. That’s the last thing I need right now. We have just settled into the house and she seems beyond happy. I don’t want anything to threaten that right now. I love her with all my heart, I would go to the ends of the earth for her.

  I’m being pulled in all directions, I just want an easy life, just seems to me that right now I have the illusion of one, but in retrospect it’s not.

  Time to go put the mask of a happy man back on, when all I want to do is punch someone, when I get my hands-on Vlad that’s exactly what I will be doing. I haven’t felt like this for a long time, Camilla keeps me grounded. She knows me inside and out. Trying to hide this from her has been hard, but what else am I supposed to do?

  I hear the soft knock at the door, I know it’s her before she even walks in, the smell of her perfume tickles my nose, whenever she is close, I love that feeling.

  “Hey babe, what’s up?” I ask her, my heart starting to race a little.

  “Nothing Malc, just wondering what you fancy doing now the children are settled for the night?”

  I raise my eyebrow with her response. “I can think of a few things we could do, now get you sexy little arse over here to my desk.”

  That wasn’t a question it’s an order, let’s see if she complies or needs a sweet little punishment. Looks like the punishment will have to wait. I watch with rapt

  attention as she sways her hips seductively, as she walks closer to me. I swivel my chair all the way around so that I get the best view of her.

  She is stood right in front of me now, her hips are lined up with my mouth and I can’t resist anymore, I slowly lift her top up, just enough so that my mouth can contact her skin. I kiss and nip, blow and lick from hip to hip. My cock is hard as rock beneath my slacks, straining against my zip. If I move to much I will feel the graze from the teeth of the zip. I hear her moaning in pleasure, with each pass of my mouth. I pull away.

  “On your knees, Camilla!” I tell her.

  I watch as she drops to her knees in front of me. Her hands automatically run along my thighs. I lean back slightly in my chair so that she can have full access to my cock. I feel her delicate fingers at my zi
p slowly pulling it down. Tormenting me with the promise of her sweet warm mouth wrapped around me.

  I don’t have to wait long until she has me released from my slacks and in her hand, the gentle rhythm at first is killing me. She takes the tip in her mouth, I can’t help but thrust my hips up, making her take a little more than she wanted. She alternates between stroking and sucking just the tip. After a few more stokes I can’t take anymore, my balls are about ready to explode into her pretty little mouth.

  “Stop Camilla. I want to be inside you when I cum, now bend your arse over this desk now.”

  I love it when she does as she is told, which by the way isn’t often let me tell you, she is feisty when she wants to be, which is one of the main reasons I love her.

  She stands and moves over the desk, slowly pulling her jeans down her legs, the lacy French knickers don’t escape my eye either.