by T. L Smith
The priest finishes up and everyone walks up to kiss Patrick and my cheeks. Viktor stands back while Patrick and I stand side by side, his hand on my back as he waits for us.
“So… you did it?” I hear a man say.
Turning my head quickly I notice a man I don’t know change the subject when he sees me look. He smiles at me but I don’t return it.
What did he mean by that remark?
Over one-hundred people kiss my cheek and now I need another shower to wash all their saliva off of my skin. When the last one finally leaves, I turn to see Viktor still standing without one complaint. He offers me his hand and I take it.
“I see you two have made up,” Patrick says as we walk out.
Viktor doesn’t answer him and I just shrug my shoulders.
“Any baby yet?”
I want to punch him for that question. “No, and don’t fucking ask again,” I say a bit too angry at him. He nods his head then looks to Viktor and gives him a curt nod before he walks away. “Sometimes I want to strangle him,” I say more to myself than to Viktor even though he listens to what I’m saying.
“Maybe wait for this day to be over first?” he suggests. I laugh because he doesn’t want to be here. I could tell he hated it all, being around people he doesn’t know. I don’t care who I’m around, I’ve never felt threatened before in my hometown. There are too many people that know what would happen to them if something happened to me.
“Thank you for today,” I tell him when we finally make it back to the car and slide in. The driver takes off and I lay my head on his shoulder exhausted from the day.
“I have to tell you something.” I sit up and look up at him. “Do you want me to keep secrets that could hurt you? Or would you rather I tell you and hurt you?”
I’m taken aback by that question.
“I want you to tell me,” I say sitting up facing him.
He rubs his jawline as the house comes into view. People are everywhere waiting.
“It wasn’t your father that said you had to get married again, he actually had nothing to do with it.”
“I don’t understand? Boyra said—”
“No, he said what your brother wanted him to say.”
“Just tell me, Viktor.”
“He wanted you to stand up to him, because he knew he would do something to push you, to make you go against his wishes because he’s pushed you too many times.”
It all starts making sense. My father wouldn’t have asked me to marry Boyra, he’s lower than what Viktor is—it never made any sense to me.
“Are you saying Patrick set it up so…” I pause trying to word it right because I think I know exactly why he did it. “He did it because he wanted my permission… and I gave it to him.”
He nods his head. And now I’m angry and not so tired anymore. The car stops and I climb out fast before he can stop me. The guards nod to me as I walk in and I find Patrick as soon as I enter. He’s standing talking to a group of woman. A hand is placed on my shoulder I turn to see Grekh looking down at me, he sees the look on my face and touches my cheek. He thinks I’m sad—I’m not, I’m fucking angry. Reaching for his gun he keeps strapped to his waist, I turn fast aiming it straight at my brother. I shoot, but my hand is knocked then my body is picked up quickly.
“Put me the fuck down.”
I know it’s Viktor by his smell. He doesn’t stop, though, he keeps on walking with me on his shoulder. Turning my head over my shoulder I strain to see Grekh picking up his gun and Patrick staring at me in disbelief. I hear the door open once we reach the top of the stairs. He shuts the door kicking it with his foot then puts me down on the ground.
“You can’t shoot him in front of a room full of people who would love to take out your whole family, little bird.”
“Like fuck I can’t,” I humph at him. “He thinks he can get off scot-free for what he did,” I yell at him. “I gave him permission to kill my father for fuck’s sake, Viktor.” The anger dissipates and the tears start rolling down my cheeks. Before I can drop completely to the ground, his arms are around me and picking me up. He holds me like I’m a child protected from the world. Brushing my hair with his hand and kissing my head, he whispers something but I don’t hear it because my crying is drowning his voice out.
“You need to leave.” His voice is low and deadly. I look up to see my brother standing in the doorway, Grekh standing next to him. Anger explodes again and I manage to wiggle free of his hold and fly straight for my brother punching him in the face. His nose starts bleeding, but I keep on hitting him. He doesn’t do anything to stop me until I’m pulled back by Viktor. He looks over my shoulder, his face red with blood.
“You told her.”
I feel the nod of his head and my body slumps again. I turn into his arms cradling my face to his chest.
“You need to leave,” Viktor tells him. I don’t say another word as the door closes and he carries me to the bed lying down with me pulling me so I’m half laying on him.
“We’ll leave when you wake. Go back home.”
Home?
Where is that anymore?
Does everyone I love like to fuck me over?
Lie to me and crush me?
I don’t even know anymore.
Chapter 25
Viktor
I don’t like any of them, at all, and I can’t wait to take her away from here. I don’t even want to be here. Yet, here I am because of her. I was told not to go, Kazier refused me leave to go but I ignored him for the first time in my life. It wasn’t an easy thing to do to refuse him, to go against his orders because you don’t do that. She’s now asleep on me, spread out with a wet face. I knew she would break eventually, she can only be strong for so long. He was her father after all, he did love her even if it was in a fucked way.
The door opens and Patrick looks to a sleeping Freya and waves for me to come out. Without waking her I manage to move and place a pillow where she was clinging to me. Patrick is standing outside the door when I shut it quietly.
“Did you think that was smart?” he asks between his gritted teeth.
“She didn’t want secrets,” I tell him. I have no loyalty to him but to his sister I do. She’s my wife.
He shakes his head at me getting even angrier. “I should kill you for that.”
“She would definitely kill you then,” I tell him.
He steps closer to me, but I’m not fazed by him. I should be, I should be respectful to him.
“If she didn’t love you, I would have you buried with our father.”
“You do actually care for her, don’t you,” I say surprised.
His eyebrows scrunch together. “Of course I do.”
And I believe him, no matter what an asshole he is I don’t think he would ever hurt her physically.
“We’re leaving tomorrow. Don’t come visit,” I tell him walking away back into the room. She’s in the exact same position when I enter, she hasn’t moved. Still laying all over the bed with the pillow under her head. I walk to Freya and rub her back, she moves slightly then turns to look up at me.
“Show me you love me,” she whispers. I can tell she’s still distressed, and it hurts to see Freya hurt. I pull her softly so she lays on her back. Climbing onto the bed, I lay over her and notice the sadness sitting in and shining from her eyes. I lean down kissing her eyes one at a time and she closes them letting me. I then proceed to kiss every inch of her, because I do love her. Fuck, I love her. And stripping her bare and showing her as such, is the least I can do.
She’s already wet when I reach between her legs to rub her clit. I open her legs wider sliding into her, she gasps and does that wonderful thing where she arches her back lifting her tits up so they’re closer to me. It’s my absolutely favorite view, her losing control beneath me. I don’t even need to choke her to make myself come. She does it just with her moans of pleasure and the way she watches me when I fuck her.
Now Freya wants me to make lov
e. I’ve never done it in my life, I don’t know how to, but I sure as shit will give her my all.
I take her slow, slower than I’ve ever been before, because I don’t want to miss a thing, and I want to send her crazy by kissing her non-stop on every part of her body I can reach. Her mouth searches for mine and I wonder if I make her just as crazy as she makes me. I never thought I’d ever be in love, I didn’t even know what love was. I’ve seen it, sure, with my friends, I just didn’t understand why they were stupid enough to let it control them the way it does. Now I understand. I’d let her control me, I would jump into a burning house or even in front of a bullet for her and wouldn’t think twice about it.
“I love you,” she whispers to my lips as we both come. My heart beats hard, I didn’t think she would say the words, she’s stubborn like that. I kiss her lips back while we try to catch our breath.
“I love you, too.”
Her eyes go wide, she didn’t expect to hear it from me either. “Don’t say it just because I did,” she tells me.
I shake my head. “I said it because it’s the truth, and you aren’t allowed to leave me again.”
Her lip quirks up. “I’m keeping my job.”
“Until you have my baby in you, and at this rate it will be soon.”
“He’s not having my child,” she says, her face going serious.
“He loves you.”
She pulls away from me and I don’t like it, so I move inside of her again to remind her not to move unless she wants to go again.
“He won’t have my baby,” she says again.
I nod my head. “He won’t,” I tell her.
At least I have a few years to break that news to Kazier. It was part of the deal after all. Then again that deal was set by her father, not her brother. There’s always a way around things.
***
She’s gone when I wake up the next morning. We’re due to fly home soon, this time I won’t let her go. I will be going home with her and I’ll buy her the house she wants. Which I don’t know how much luck I’ll have with that request. But if I don’t, I’ll build it with everything she wants.
When I walk down the stairs I instantly hear her voice raised and yelling. My steps move faster to reach her and when I do I see that her friend Grekh is holding her by her waist, holding her back and she’s in a yelling match. I don’t pick up all the conversation, just the baby part.
Why couldn’t she have waited? I would have dealt with it once we had time to.
Grekh lets her go and nods his head to me, and I grab Freya pulling her body into mine. She knows it’s me and instantly relaxes.
“You told her she didn’t have to? Who are you to say any of this?” Patrick now screams at me.
Freya crosses her arms over her chest and glares between us, waiting for me to defend her.
“Who do you think you are?” he screams the last part.
“Calm the fuck down.”
His eyebrows pinch together and his nostrils flare at me. “Freya and I are discussing our future.”
“Oh fuck off, you ain’t having my child. End. Of. Fucking. Story,” she says with a hand wave to brush him off.
“You know I need that child, Freya. You’re the only person that can carry it. Don’t fight me on this, you won’t like the outcome.”
She gets right in his face her finger pointing directly at his eye. “I’ll kill you in your sleep if you touch my child,” she says quietly but deadly.
I grab her and pull her back. “This isn’t solving anything, at all. How about a new bargain…” they both turn to look at me.
“When… and even if… we have a child when the child turns sixteen, the child will decide. Not either of you.”
“Eighteen,” Freya counters back.
“Sixteen and you have a deal if it’s a boy, eighteen if it’s a girl.”
Freya’s shoulders relax just a bit, and she walks back to my arms. “Okay,” she says nodding her head.
Patrick steps up to Freya, kisses her on the cheek, whispers something in her ear, and she relaxes. She leaves my arms and kisses Grekh before we leave, with a smile on her face, instead of the dread that she came with.
Chapter 26
Freya
He’s building me a house, a mother fucking house and I get to pick everything I want. He doesn’t care, I literally mean he doesn’t even care if he has one drawer for clothes. I’ve come to learn that from him in the weeks since I’ve been back. He’s not much on materialistic things.
Now I don’t seem to have so much defiance against him, I can see that all he cares about me, he puts me first with everything, even before the boys. I never thought he would turn out to be that kind of man. He’s being everything I wanted and more, though I’m also afraid he’s trying to make me fat because he hasn’t stopped feeding me. Every time he leaves the house he comes home with something—cupcakes, chocolate, ice cream. I’ve told him to stop, but he hasn’t.
Viktor sold the house he bought, and he now lives with me. Gave away all the furniture as per my request to families that actually need it. He didn’t argue with me, he just did it, even though he bought it all technically.
Tonight, though, tonight we are having a get-together with everyone. Everything has finally settled down, and I’ve forgiven, well accepted them. Elina and I have become closer than I would have ever dreamed of. She’s now someone I actually call for advice, and I never thought that day would come. But despite her seeming above all, she’s straight forward and caring.
His hands stroke the length of me as I try to get dressed, it’s very distracting. I drop the towel and before I can even try to put on underwear, he’s on his knees kissing me right there. He stops and lifts one leg, I feel fabric and when I look down it’s those vibrating undies he’s putting on me. I don’t need them, I’m always ready for him anyway. I wonder if that will fade over time. Because I feel like a siren always wanting him every time he’s near.
He laughs at me as he stands, but I also laugh at him as I cup his cock, because he’s hard as well. He just has more restraint and wants the build-up of later on, which I’m happy to give him.
I slip on a short white dress and my hair is curled. His eyes travel the length of me. I like it when he looks at me very intently, it’s quite disarming when he stares at me like that. Like he can’t wait to unwrap me. But he’s the gift, I keep on unwrapping him to find more and more layers of him. I never want it to stop.
Elina bought this for me as a gift to surprise him, and by his reaction I can tell he loves it. I never feel like I’m not enough when he looks at me like that. I don’t worry that I’m too skinny, that I was gifted with no boobs and no definition to my body. I feel sexy, and I like that the most. He whispers in my ear how much he loves me, and I couldn’t imagine anyone else but him as my husband.
“You’re going to make us late,” I tell him as his hands caress my body.
He drops them and smirks. “Okay, we have to go before I change my mind.” Viktor grabs my hand pulling me out with him then opens the car door for me and slaps my ass when I climb in.
After he slides in, his hand sits on my upper thigh inching up closer and closer. I don’t stop his hand because I wouldn’t care if he changed his mind and turned around and we went back home.
We come to a stop out the front and we both get out. It doesn’t take long before we see everyone sitting in the usual area that they have blocked off for us, even Angelina is there, sitting close to Anton who isn’t paying her a lick of attention.
I lean down saying hello to the girls. When I get to Angelina who’s closest to Anton and Viktor, I whisper in her ear so no one will hear us because the music is so loud.
“Are you okay?”
She nods her head but looks to him. I warned her not to get attached to him, he isn’t it for her. I don’t think he’s it for anyone. Anton’s in a league all on his own. Before I get a chance to move to sit, Viktor has me by the waist and pulls me down onto his l
ap. I lean forward for a drink when the buzzing starts between my legs. I scrunch my legs tight, trying to remain calm, then he stops it. He chuckles in my ear.
Conversations starts to flow but Viktor doesn’t join in. He sits there listening and nodding his head when he needs to, though. Anton talks to Death, ignoring Angelina as she sits there watching him.
I tap Anton on the shoulder making him turn to face me. “You slept with her?” I ask him raising my eyebrows in question.
He shakes his head closing his eyes then looks back up to me. “I was wounded, she was there. I told her don’t expect more, so don’t go shooting me.” He holds up his hands laughing.
“You’re a dick.”
He touches his junk grabbing it then laughing.
The vibration comes back again effectively stopping any conversation I had with Anton. This time it’s more intense and my hands clench his knees as I try to stay still. I can’t do it, I can’t take it anymore, so I turn in his lap. “Bathroom now.”
He doesn’t hesitate as he lifts me up and places me on my feet, he stops the vibration just long enough for us to be out of sight then starts it again before we reach the bathroom. Viktor checks the bathroom and when it’s all clear pulls me inside with him. He hitches my dress up pulling my panties off and pocketing them.
“Fuck,” I scream as he slides in, my back firm against the wall. I don’t even care that it’s dirty, and I’m wearing white.
His mouth comes to the top of my breast and he sucks. I know he’s marking me, he does it often, then he always kisses those spots before I go to sleep. I’ve let him choke me a few times, he seems to love it. I don’t mind it, I just don’t want that as much as he does.
“You’re pregnant,” he says in my ear as he fucks me harder.
What he says doesn’t register until I’m coming. When it does I hit at him to put me down, he does with ease and pulls my dress down looking down at me.
“What did you just say?” I look up at him not sure I want to hear what he’s just said again.
“You’re pregnant.”