Sergi

by K. J. Dahlen

  Sergi turned her in his arms and allowed her to use his chest as something to hold onto while she cried. His arms held her tight to him and for the first time in a very long time he felt whole again.

  He nudged her face up and covered her mouth with his own. He tasted her tears and felt the blood rush through his body as she wiggled her way close to him. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her slightly off the floor and carried her over to the bed. He gently tossed her down on the mattress and followed her down.

  He’d come to her tonight to talk but the moment he touched her… all thoughts of talk disappeared in to the vapors. He needed to feel her against him, he needed to feel what he last felt twenty-four years ago. He had to know her again, even if only for a moment.

  He groaned when she opened her body to him. It had been a long time but he wanted this—he wanted her. He quickly loosed her clothing and then his, only when they were skin to skin did he moan again. He nibbled down her neck to her collar bone. He didn’t speak…he just want a taste of her again.

  “Take me Sergi, please. I need you so much.”

  His cock got so hard it was almost painful. He swiftly undressed her and then himself. He stared at her for a moment then decided she hadn’t changed at all over the years. Her breasts were still full and round and her stomach still had that little bow to it that he remembered so well, while her hips still flared. Her body might be twenty four years older than it was the last time he saw her but he still loved every glorious inch of her.

  His cock jumped at little toward the place he knew it belonged but Sergi held back. He wanted her to need him beyond all reason. He nibbled his way to her full breasts and licked and suckled on her skin. Her groan fired his blood and while he wanted her desperately, he needed to make her crazy first.

  He wanted all of her not just this part of her. He had her once and then he’d lost her. He wanted her back just the way she’d been. He thought back then she’d been in love with him and that’s what he wanted back. Although neither of them had actually said the words, he could see it in her eyes. Her eyes told him what her mouth could not say. She had loved him in those three days, twenty-four years ago. He’d fallen in love with her on sight and he’d never denied that.

  He surged against her, his cock seeking her core. When they found each other, Sergi could feel her wetness and that was enough for him. He groaned as he pushed inside her. “Slavnaya devuska, you’re so tight even yet today,” he whispered. “Tol'ko ty Sergi…” She groaned the Russian words at him. “It’s been a long time for me. Twenty four years to be exact.” Sergi leaned up on his elbow at her whispered statement and stared at her in shock. “What? What did you say?”

  “You, Sergi, are the only man I’ve ever been with. Tol’ko ty…Only you.” Shaking her head she told him quietly, “I’ve never wanted another man, not that way. No other man could give me what you did. For those three days twenty four years ago, you ruined me for anyone else. I did try to date, but when it came down to them touching me, I couldn’t…” Sergi surged deep inside her and this time he gasped as her words sank in. She had been faithful to him all these years? His cold heart began to crack. He knew she wouldn’t make up a lie as fantastic as this. He rocked her back and forth and with each stroke, he could feel her body respond to his.

  Sweat beaded against his temple and his heart raced in his chest. This was one reunion he would never forget. Yes, he was older but he prided himself on being fit. He surged deep inside her and he finally felt home. It wasn’t a place or residence but in fact, it was a woman who gave him this feeling.

  Sergi felt her body tighten as he plunged inside her again and again. When she fell apart in his arms and climaxed, he went with her. Their coupling had been so worth the wait. He could feel his body weaken as they basked in the afterglow. He did still hold his own as his power of will had always matched each challenge.

  “Oh, my…” she whispered.

  Sergi chuckled and then pulled her to him. After a few moments for them to both catch their breath, he asked, “Tell me about my son.”

  Anita ran her fingers up and down his arm as she thought about what she would tell him. “He’s mostly you. Stubborn and a gentle soul. He’s always known what he wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. He works harder than most and makes it look easy.” She sighed and her fingers stopped. “He’s a great kid, it hasn’t been easy, but it was so worth it.”

  “What did you father and grandfather have to say when you found out about him?” he asked almost not wanting to know the answer.

  She sighed deeply. “They didn’t know I’d been to Russia, when I told them they couldn’t run fast enough. I never told them your name and they never asked. My grandfather told me I should get the baby daddy to help me because if I was his whore he had to accept responsibility for his actions. He wasn’t going to raise another bastard’s child the way he raised me.”

  “Excuse me?” Sergi asked with a growl in his voice.

  “My father wasn’t married when I was born. My mother walked out of both of us when I was two days old. I don’t even know her name. About the only thing my dad ever did for me was keep me.”

  Sergi felt angry as he tightened his hold on her. “What about your grandmother, Elsie?”

  She shrugged. “She died when I was still a baby. I never knew her.”

  “So it’s just been you and them huh?”

  Anita nodded. “Then it was me and Levi.”

  “Do you think he’ll give me a chance? Will he want to get to know who his family is?” Sergi asked after a long moment of silence.

  “I think he’ll give you a chance if you want it. Just don’t push him. He’s stubborn and he doesn’t like to be told what to do.”

  “That sounds familiar.” Sergi grunted.

  “I knew it would.” She chuckled. Then she looked at him. “That boy is my whole world. I have poured my whole life into raising him right. I raised him the way I hoped you would want, please don’t hurt him. Or me.”

  “Sleep and don’t worry about your son. He’s safe with me,” Sergi assured her.

  Anita paused and looked into his eyes. Just the way he remembered her doing all those years ago, then she laid her head down on his shoulder.

  Sergi watched her fall asleep. Laying his own head on the top of hers, he fell asleep in her arms. He had her back with him. His Dragotsennyy.

  The early morning light woke Anita up. She felt warm and safe and she knew Sergi was still with her. For some reason, she thought he would leave her in the middle of the night. She turned to look at him and smiled when she saw his sleeping face.

  He looked so different when he was sleeping. He was more relaxed and his face was softened. She lifted her hand and traced the lines on his face without touching him. She didn’t want to disturb his rest, so she didn’t touch his skin but she knew if she had, his skin would be smooth as silk. Maybe it was in the genes, as his son Misha and Levi had this same youthful smooth skin.

  She was looking at his chest. He had some more than interesting tattoos. One over his heart was of the Russian star nine points. She knew the history as her ancestors were from there. He also had some other ink. She wanted so badly to trace the lines of some.

  It was only when she raised her head that he caught her eyes. Anita gasped slightly.

  Sergi grinned and leaned over her. His cock was so hard he had to find her pussy again to feel her warmth again. Just being with this woman, her scent, her eyes those curves made him hard so fast. Without a word, he rose up and hovered his body over hers.

  She stared into his eyes and parted her thighs.

  Without any other preamble, he thrust deep inside her and together, they found nirvana yet again, as they became one.

  He moved slowly and thoroughly inside her this time, wanting to savor this after so long without her.

  She had accepted him easily and neither of them could stop it from happening. They clung to each other as he gave her long, slow strokes. Her panting
became loud in the room….He knew he was driving her to the brink and this was what he’d intended. To say he knew this woman was his would be an understatement. In her confession of only ever having sex with him, she herself had known this fact. He planned on showing her many times that the wait had been worth it.

  They climaxed together when neither could hold off any longer and held one another close skin on skin, for a long time.

  Laying in the afterglow, Sergi dared to ask, “So where do we go from here?”

  Anita shrugged. “I don’t know. I suppose we go back to our lives. I go back to work and Levi goes on to his new job and you I guess… go back to Russia.”

  “I’m not going anywhere without you and the boy,” Sergi argued.

  “What?” she gaped at him in confusion.

  “I’m not losing either of you, nor will I leave either of you behind,” Sergi stated. “I want to know my son better and I finally found you again.”

  “But I can’t go back to Russia. I have a life here, a job.”

  “You belong to me now and I will not leave you behind,” he insisted.

  Anita was silent for a moment then asked, “And how would that look? My grandfather murdered your wife! People are bound to remember that, especially if you take him back before the Council. Will your people accept me when they hear about this?”

  “You let me worry about that,” Sergi insisted.

  Anita shook her head. “I can’t. I can’t do that. I won’t do that. I care too much about you. I can’t make you choose between me and what you’ve fought for all your life. Your men will take one look at me and know it was my family that took your life away from you. I won’t do that.”

  “My people know that story. They remember what happened even forty years ago. They remember your grandfather’s name and they curse it.”

  “And that curse will carry over to me and Levi because we are still a part of him. We will be judged for what he did forty years ago. Your friends will never completely accept us even if you do.”

  “I won’t leave you behind again. I want you in my life. I want Levi in my life as well.”

  She just shook her head. “I think we should get up. This is going nowhere.” She pushed the covers aside and sat up on her side of the bed. She looked over her shoulder and asked, “When were you going back?”

  “I had originally planned to go back day after tomorrow but I’ll stay as long as I need to convince you to come with me.” He stared at her.

  She shook her head. “I don’t even have a passport and I can’t get one that soon. Plus, don’t I need a visa or something? Permission to enter your county or something like that?”

  Sergi nodded. “Yes, you would need that as well. But you seem to forget who I am. I can’t get you what you need to come to Russia in two days.”

  “But that would interfere with your plans for my grandfather wouldn’t it?”

  Sergi felt his heart sink. Ever since the night he came home to find his world destroyed at the hands of a madman, his life had changed. He sat up and reached for his clothes. “We’ll figure something out.”

  He got dressed and went out into the main part of the suite. He saw his son, Misha sitting there sipping coffee. Sergi frowned at the haunted expression on his face.

  Pouring his own coffee, he joined Misha. “Bad dreams again?”

  Misha nodded. “I suppose it couldn’t be helped with everything that’s happened.” He paused then added, “But last night was different somehow.”

  “What do you mean?” Sergi wanted to know.

  “What I remembered had somehow changed. Not a lot but enough to make me doubt what I heard that night.”

  Sergi waited for Misha to expand on his thoughts.

  Misha exhaled loudly then turned to look at his father. “You know how I told you there were footsteps both in and out of our house?”

  Sergi nodded.

  “There might have been more than one set.”

  “Like there was more than one person in the house that night?” Sergi asked softly.

  Misha nodded. “Yeah, like there was more than one person.”

  “Did the other man say anything? Anything at all?”

  Misha shook his head. “I can’t remember. I mean I can’t remember certain parts of what really happened that night because I was so scared. My mind just went kind of blank for a while. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I mean its not every day you hear violence like that. You always taught me that real men do not hurt women or children and then there was someone breaking into our house and hurting my mother. She told me to stay hidden and I did. Maybe not so much because she told me to… but because I was afraid. I couldn’t be the man you were raising me to be because I was such a coward that night. I couldn’t protect my own mother and someone killed her because of it.”

  “Misha…” Sergi grabbed the back of his son’s head and brought him closer, forehead to forehead. “You were a child. You weren’t a man yet. You would have been killed if he’d known you were there. You weren’t at fault. You stayed alive because you stayed hidden. And now we’ve found the man responsible. He will at long last pay the price for killing your mother and betraying the Bratva.”

  “I do remember one thing though, or maybe I do? It was a phrase someone kept repeating. I’d never heard it before and I didn’t know what it meant. His voice was quiet but I know I heard him saying the same thing over and over. It was something like, Ona bespolezna. Ne stoit khlopot.” He paused and rephrased it, “Or… Nichego khoroshego v ney net. Something like that? I really don’t remember and I’ve never heard the phrase before.” Sergi pulled his head back and repeated it in English, “There’s nothing good about her?” He stared at Misha. “Or it translates to: she is useless and isn’t worth the trouble…It makes no sense.”

  Anita stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the phrase…being said by Sergi. She’d heard these words almost every day of her life. It was something someone close to her used often enough. She never knew what it meant but it was something he always said.

  She backstepped and ran into a body. Turning her head, she saw her son standing behind her.

  “Are you ok mom?”

  Anita nodded. “I’m fine.”

  “You don’t look so good,” Levi observed. He lifted his head and spotted the two men sitting at the table. “Did he hurt you again?” he asked

  “No he didn’t hurt me. But I think he needs a few minutes with his son.”

  “Good I have some questions for you.” Levi ushered her to the living room. Sitting down on the sofa he asked her, “Mom, I know this is painful for you but what exactly is going on here? I know Great grandpa is accused of killing Sergi’s wife but that was forty years ago wasn’t it?”

  “Oh Levi, there is no limitation on murder, you know that.” She shook her head. “Some men feel the loss of a wife or a loved one forever. You can’t just shut off that kind of love.”

  Levi nodded. “I know that. But do you think he actually did it? I mean I know he isn’t your favorite person but do you think he’s capable of cold blooded murder?”

  Anita paused then nodded. “Yes, I think that man could do just about anything he set his mind to do, even murder. I think he has done just about anything to survive, or at least that’s how he sees it. My grandfather was never satisfied with just enough, he’s always wanted more, and he raised my father the same way. Enough was never good enough for either of them. They never think about anyone but themselves.”

  “Is that why we hardly ever saw them when I was growing up?”

  Anita nodded. “I didn’t want them around you. When I came back from Russia, I was pregnant with you but I didn’t know it yet. When I finally realized you were on the way, my dad and granddad were just getting into trouble with the police again. They told me I was on my own and they left town. Neither one of them cared what I was going through at the time, they only cared about themselves. So yes, I know he did it. He did it to hurt Sergi. He
didn’t care that his wife was an innocent or that Misha was there in the house with her.”

  Levi sat there thinking for a moment. “How did you turn out so right, being raised by those two?”

  “I watched other people growing up. I could see in their lives the way I wanted to grow up. I could think for myself and I wanted something different than what I had at home. Then when I had you, I wanted you to have everything I never did. I made up my mind that I was going to be there for you in the way I wished my family had been for me.” She patted his hands. “I don’t think I did so bad with you.”

  Levi hugged his mom. “I don’t think you did so bad with me either.”

  Anita got to her feet. “There’s something I need to do right now though. I need to talk to them before Sergi takes them back home to face the High Council.”

  “We aren’t leaving for two more days.” Sergi’s voice came from behind her. “I told you I needed that much time to set up your visas. You and Levi will be coming with us.”

  Anita twirled around to face him.

  Sergi studied her face closely.

  She felt guilty at knowing something she wasn’t going to share with him. Not yet.

  Levi stepped closer. “To Russia?” He looked doubtful.

  Anita looked over at him. “We will discuss this. But later, ok?”

  He let out a sigh and nodded.

  Chapter Five

  Anita took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Inside the room were two cages. Her father was in one and her grandfather was in the other one.

  Gavril looked over at her and sneered. “Well, it’s about freakin’ time girl. When are we getting out of here?”

  Anita stood with her back to the door. “He’s going back to Russia in two days.”