Sergi

by K. J. Dahlen

  He stood up as he dropped his pants and when he heard her gasp, he lifted his gaze to her eyes. She was staring at his hard cock.

  Yes, Sergi was proud of his body. His cock was a good ten inches and at the moment, he felt himself surge to his fullest. He knelt on the bed then covered her nakedness with his own. He began nibbling on her neck as he whispered in her ear, “I’m not a gentle lover but you will very satisfied before we’re done. I promise you that.”

  Anita shuddered as her hands began roaming the vastness of his chest and shoulders.

  He nibbled on her neck and shoulders before dropping down to her breasts. He’d told her true, he wasn’t a gentle lover, but each nip of his teeth sent waves of pleasure through her entire body.

  His hand slipped down her body and reached for her core. It was damp but Sergi needed her to be soaking wet. Circling her clit, he pushed a finger into her warm depth and plunged in and out while biting gently on her nipples.

  Anita gasped and moaned as she lifted her hips to get closer to the source of her pleasure. Her whimpering grew to a pleading sound as she seemed to need more of him.

  Sergi groaned at the sounds she made, then lined up his cock with her core and pushed inside. He loved how tight she was but he didn’t stop. When she crossed her legs behind his back and lifted her hips, he broke through her through innocence and surged the rest of the way inside her.

  His mind went blank when he realized what it meant. She had been untouched until now and he couldn’t help himself. She was his now and he’d be damned if he would lose her after this. This was a claiming thing for a man like him. She chose him to give this to him. He now would choose her to stay with him. He slammed into her time and time again. He loved hearing the moans and groans from her throat as he pounded into her. She set his blood on fire with her touches and then she dug her nails into his chest and he felt her body tighten as she neared the edge of the abyss.

  His fingers bit into her hips and he felt her core tighten. Feeling the zing along the base if his spine Sergi roared, “I need you to come now.”

  Anita surged up as she flew over the edge and Sergi felt it. He roared again as he let his own release happen. He pushed himself deep into her and filled her.

  For a moment, neither of them could seem to move. He collapsed on top of her as a single bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face and splashed on her chest.

  Anita felt his weight on her and reveled in it. He felt safe and warm and she liked that fact. When he went to move, she held him in place. Then after a long moment, she released him and he slid to her side.

  He lifted his hand and moved her face to his. “That was incredible,” he told her softly.

  “It was.” She nodded with a slight blush.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” he wanted to know.

  “Tell you what?” she blushed deeper. “That I was a twenty-four-year-old virgin? That makes me sound like a loser.”

  “No it makes you sound like someone who hasn’t found the right person yet, that’s all,” he insisted.

  “And you think that’s you?” Anita asked.

  Sergi shrugged. “I don’t know if I’m the one or not but you belong to me now and I don’t share what’s mine with anyone else.”

  “Excuse me?” she whispered stunned.

  “I think you heard me.” Sergi growled. “You chose to give yourself to me tonight and now, I’m choosing to keep you right here in my bed and in my arms.”

  Anita drew away from him but he wouldn’t allow her to go very far. She couldn’t believe he was serious. “We only just met today,” she protested.

  “But you gave me a very important part of you that you can only give to one man. That means something to every man and more to me.”

  “But I don’t even live here. I have to go home at some point. My boss is almost done with his business here.”

  “I want to see where this is going.” Sergi persisted. “I want to see you again. I want you to spend as much time with me as you can while you’re here.”

  “Ok, that I can do.” Anita seemed to relax. “For a moment, it sounded like you wanted to keep me prisoner or something.”

  Sergi raised his brows at this assessment. He didn’t say anything but he had to admit if only to himself that she wasn’t far off. When he got up this morning, he had no idea what awaited him when he found her. So now, he didn’t want to let her go. For the idea of spending every night he could with her was only going to lead to something more permanent.

  The next three days they spent every free moment together that they could. Their nights were long and passion filled. It was a rushed affair but every time they got together was magical for Sergi. He felt he’d finally found the one woman for him.

  Anita seemed very happy as well.

  The fourth day when she didn’t show up, Sergi went to her hotel room and was told Anita checked out in the wee hours of the night before. That she and her boss Adrian Marky returned home to America.

  Sergi was devastated. He had fallen in love for a second time in his life and this time… the loss was so much worse than the first time. His heart felt broken. Still, he at least had her for a few days…and this time, he wasn’t left with a young son to raise.

  Fast forward twenty-four years, back in his penthouse in New York…

  Sergi looked out over the city again and swirled the drink in his hand. His thoughts were troubled tonight and he didn’t know what was causing them. He hadn’t thought about Anita in years and when he did, he still felt the haunting loss of her disappearance.

  He had dug into the business her boss had come to Russia on and put every obstacle he could into it not going through. He was there to harvest oil in the Kara Sea and to profit the harvest of one of Russia’s last minerals. Instead, Sergi turned it around and let the Russian’s harvest the oil. They got to keep the insane profits Marky would have gotten from the oil.

  He took a sip from his glass and looked at the city below him, wondering if she was out there somewhere. Had she thought about him at all over the years? Had she regretted leaving him without a word or explanation? Had she known what her boss was trying to do back then? Was she aware of what he did to stop her boss from profiting by cheating the people of his country?

  Too many questions and not nearly enough answers. He wondered why he thought of this now as if it had just happened yesterday? Thoughts of her were so strong tonight and he had trouble pushing them away.

  “Dad, are you all right?” Misha asked as he came up behind his father.

  “Da, I was just lost in thought for a moment.”

  “I know it’s not my place to ask this but do you ever regret not marrying again? I mean after Mom was murdered.”

  Sergi turned to stare at him. It seemed an odd question, considering he’d just now been thinking about the only woman he’d wanted in that way. He shrugged and decided to just be honest with his son. “The woman I would have married in a heartbeat left me a long time ago. She left without warning or word about the fact she was leaving our country. She’s never once been in touch, so I have to assume she wasn’t as into me as I was into her. I was at an age when I wanted to settle down. You were grown up and mostly on your own and I was headed into my middle age. Now I’m getting old and its too late now to get another woman.”

  “But you could, you know,” Misha suggested.

  “Just as you could son.” Sergi nodded.

  “Da, I could but first, I’d have to meet her and you know that’s not so easy. The right woman is so hard to find sometimes.”

  “I know that all too well,” Sergi admitted as he finished his drink. “Are you ready to eat? I’m starved.”

  Misha chuckled, “Well, let’s go downstairs to the restaurant then. I could use a meal myself.”

  A few moments later the two men stepped out of the elevator. As they reached the front of the restaurant, Sergi’s gaze scouted the place. He was trained to observe every room for danger and this was no diffe
rent. His eyes swept the restaurant for any signs of anything out of place so quickly… he almost missed her, almost.

  His heart stopped when his eyes zeroed in on her. She hadn’t changed at all over the last twenty something years. Still a beautiful woman. Her long dark hair had just a touch of grey now but her teal eyes were still beautiful.

  He searched her figure and found it the same as it was then. Then he saw the people at the table with her. Three men, one younger and two older men. He frowned at the oldest man at her table. There was something oddly familiar about him. He was sporting grey hair now but he knew that face.

  Then his eyes hardened and he felt the rush of rage pounding in his bloodstream. He marched over to the table, knocking down people in his way. When he was at the table, he stood there for a moment, never taking his eyes off the man.

  The older man looked up at his intrusion and paled. He pushed his chair back a space and began to rise.

  “Sit your ass down in that chair old man,” Sergi growled. “I have been looking for you for damn near forty years, you murdering bastard.” His harsh words were spoken in Russian, the land of their birth. “You will finally pay for what you did a lifetime ago.”

  “Not even you would kill me here and now,” Gavril Turchaninov said the words out loud. They were soft spoken but very clear.

  Sergi shook his head. “No I wouldn’t but now that I know where you are, you’ll never hear the bullet that kills you.”

  Gavril nodded. “Quite frankly, I’m glad I no longer have to hide. It’s been well over forty years and I can tell you this is no way to live.

  Sergi still glared at him. “I will be glad to end this. Its been too long in coming. If you hadn’t run like the coward you are, this would have been over a long time ago.”

  “Grandpa, what’s going on here?” a soft female voice asked.

  Sergi slowly turned his head and found her eyes on him.

  Anita saw the rage in his eyes and recoiled slightly.

  “What did you call him?” he growled.

  “He’s my grandfather, Gavin Turchan,” Anita told him.

  Sergi threw his head back and laughed. “No his name is Gavril Turchaninov and he’s a murderer who ran away in the dead of night, rather than faces his crime.”

  Anita gasped. She turned to her grandfather and saw the truth in his eyes. This was the secret both him and her father kept hidden all her life? This is why she couldn’t find out anything about him in Moscow all that time ago? She turned to her father and read it in his eyes as well. The charges Sergi was making were all true. This was the secret they both shared.

  Pushing her chair back, she grabbed the younger man by the shoulder.

  When he stood… Sergi looked at him carefully. He remined him of someone but he shook his head at that thought. For a moment, he looked just like Misha had at that age but that was insane. How could he look like Misha?

  Then he looked again. He had the same jaw as Misha, the same dark hair and as he looked into the other man’s eyes, he saw his own reflection in them. They were his shape but the color was all Anita.

  He snapped his head around to Anita and glared at her. “Who is this?”

  “This is my son, Levi,” she whispered nervously.

  “And how old is your son?” he demanded.

  “That’s none of your business,” Levi stated.

  “It might very well be my business.” Sergi growled. He looked down at the young man’s plate and noted his choice of a meal. It was fish, not steak as everyone else had on their plates.

  Misha came up behind him.

  Sergi looked over his shoulder at his son.

  “What’s going on Dad?” he asked softly. “You’re making a scene here.”

  “I want you to meet, face to face, the man who murdered your mother over forty years ago.” Sergi growled at his son. He heard Anita gasp but his eyes were focused on Gavril.

  Chapter Three

  Misha turned his head slowly to stare at the older man. His eyes searched the other man carefully. He could barely remember that night so long ago. He was little more than a child when it happened. That and the fact that when the killer broke into their home, his mother had hidden him to keep him safe. He never actually saw this man before just as he never saw the face of the man who took her life, but he remembered in his nightmares the sound of his voice. He thought at first the man had been with someone else but he only ever heard the one voice, so he couldn’t be sure, even after all these years.

  What he couldn’t see he could hear from his position under the table where he’d been hiding. He heard his mother pleading for the men to just leave her home. She didn’t want any trouble but the man who forced his way into their home wanted to cause just that. He yelled and screamed at his mother about something his father had done. He kept saying it wasn’t his fault and that he wouldn’t stand for Sergi’s interference in his business.

  Next, young Misha heard his mother scream then he didn’t hear anything as her scream had been cut off sharply. He was too shaken to peek out at what was going on but he could hear someone cursing his father and footsteps walking away. Only a long time after he heard the front door close, did he dare peek out. His mother was laying on the floor of their house. Her blood pooled around her and her clothing….there had been a knife sticking out of her chest. He crawled over to her, calling out her name but she never answered him. He reached out and held her hand but she wouldn’t look at him.

  Then the door opened again.

  Young Misha had panicked and crawled back under the table and didn’t come out until her heard his father’s voice. Misha had been badly traumatized by the events of his mother’s death. It haunted him even unto this day.

  Now he found himself face to face with her murderer. He saw no remorse in his eyes for his actions of that night. No emotion of any kind in the eyes of her killer.

  Instead of staring at the man, he looked over at his father. “We should move this upstairs to our suite. No one else needs to hear this.”

  The middle-aged man at the table shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere with you two. I didn’t do anything wrong here and I will not pay for his mistakes.”

  “Who are you?” Misha asked.

  “I am his son, Nico.” He motioned at Gavril, then turned to Anita. “I am also Anita’s father and Levi’s grandfather.” He got to his feet and stared at Sergi. “But I and my daughter have done no wrong here. Let us walk away. This is his mistake not ours.”

  Sergi bent low and growled in the other man’s ear, “His mistakes? Is that what you call the cold blooded murder of my wife? A mistake? I wasn’t home that night so he took his frustration out on a helpless woman with a small child nearby. That’s the kind of man your father is. Is that the kind of man you are as well?”

  Nico glared at Sergi. “No, I am not. What happened all those years ago was not my fault and I resent you for accusing me of a crime I did not do. But you weren’t the only one affected by his actions that night. I was too. I had to leave everything I was and everything I owned behind when he dragged me away from my home in the middle of the night.”

  Sergi stared into his eyes, barely keeping his rage leashed. “I had to bury the love of my life that night. I had to raise my son alone when she should have been there to guide us both. I have been searching for the man who took her away from me, away from my son for over forty years. I have searched all this time and now I find him here, with a family he denied me so long ago. Get on your feet old man and move toward the exit. You will come with us now and you will at long last, face what you did all those years ago.” Sergi growled in a low voice.

  Anita’s grandfather made no move to get up.

  “I will have my men escort you,” Sergi threatened when Gavril didn’t move.

  Gavril pushed back his chair slowly then got to his feet. He held his head high as he moved around the table.

  Misha led the way back to the elevator. Sergi waited while Gavril’s son
joined the group then he motioned for Anita and Levi to join them. He finally brought up the rear but as they walked to the elevator, he made a call to Nikoli.

  No one spoke as the elevator took them upstairs quickly. Only when they got to the suite, did anyone speak.

  Levi turned to his Sergi and asked, “So what are you accusing my great grandfather of doing? You claim he murdered your wife, but how do you know it was him that did the deed and not some other man?”

  Sergi didn’t say anything, instead he walked over to the wet bar and poured himself a drink. He brought the glass to his lips and dumped the liquor down his throat. Then he slowly turned to the younger man and spoke, “Your great grandfather made one mistake that night. My wife grabbed his chest when he stabbed her and when she fell to the floor she took his chain with her. The chain he always wore, with his family crest. He never noticed it was missing or I’m sure he would have grabbed it from her dying hand. When I found her, I opened her hand and I discovered the necklace my own damn self. It was something he would have taken if he’d realized she had it. It was all I had to identify her killer. When I saw it, I knew who had killed her. It was only then I realized my young son wasn’t with her. Only then, did I fear he’d taken his life as well.”

  “I was there,” Misha took over. “I was hiding. But I heard everything that happened that night. I heard the reason my mother died.”

  “We were both young Bratva officers at the time,” Sergi explained. “We were supposed to be working for a better Russia. A Russia of power and strength, a Russia we could all be proud of, but instead, Gavril was making a deal to put money into his own pocket. He wasn’t looking out for the country of his birth but to sell off part of Russia to foreign investors. He wanted to bring in the drug trade. To spread poison to the people on the street, drag down his own people into the misery that the drug trade leaves behind.” He began to pace. “We were looking for the person responsible for this outrage and we didn’t know he would turn out to be one of our own. By the time we found out who it was, it was already too late. The deal was done, money was paid, and my wife was dead. Gavril and his family were gone and we turned over every rock we could find to bring him home for judgement but we could never find him. He escaped facing his crimes until now.” Sergi turned his head to glare at the old man in front of him. “Now you will face a tribunal for what you did. You will face the High Counsel of the Bratva and they will put you to death for your traitorous acts.”