Felix (Bratva Blood Brothers, #14)

by KJ Dahlen

  Abby was tired from the long day so she didn’t say anything, instead she got up and followed him to the elevators. Neither of them said a word as they rode up the seven flights to Felix’s room.

  When they entered his room, Aby went over and sat down on the sofa.

  Felix poured them both a drink and when he handed her one, he sat down opposite her and they both sipped their drinks. It was a while before either of them said anything.

  Then Abby asked, “Did you ever have one of those days when it didn’t pay for you to get out of bed that morning?”

  Felix snorted. “Da, I’ve had days like that.”

  “Well, this has been one of those for me.” She swallowed her drink and set her glass down on the table between them.

  “You’re thinking too hard on things you can’t change.” He shook his head.

  Rising up, she moved over to the window to look out into the night skies. “Yeah, you’re probably right about that but right now, what else have I got to think about?”

  Felix smiled as he looked at her. He could think of one way to distract her but Sergi might not approve. Her soft red hair flowed freely over her shoulders. As she stood there with her back to him, he took in the flair of her ass. It was round and very nice looking even covered up by her jeans.

  Her legs were trim and long. Even her feet looked small and dainty, almost too small to hold her up. He could almost picture her front as he had his eyes on her all day. Her breasts were high and round her waist looked small and the flair of her hips would fit his hands just right, he wagered.

  He had to take a deep breath and calm his raging blood in the hopes that he could stave off ruining everything. He had to convince her to stay with him but he couldn’t watch her every minute. He had to make it clear that she needed to stay with him tonight. “You can have the bed. I’ll sleep on the sofa out here.”

  Abby turned around and scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m more fitted to the sofa. Your long legs will not fit there.”

  “Then you’ll stay with me tonight?” he asked.

  Abby nodded. “I’m not willing to die just yet. At least if stay here, I have a chance. I know this isn’t over, not yet but someday, I will be free to live my own life. A life where I can finally breathe. That’s something I haven’t done since the day we buried my mother twelve years ago.”

  “Give us a few days and we’ll round up your grandfather and his men,” he assured her.

  “That’s all well and good, but it doesn’t stop me from thinking the worst now, does it?”

  Felix got up and went over to her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and quietly told her, “No, it doesn’t stop you from thinking the worst. But knowing your grandmother is sitting in a cell should help some.”

  Abby nodded. “It does. All my life, I never figured out which of them was worst... Pavel or Greta. They both were terrible people but I think she ruled the roost in our home. She was the one that always took charge of things.”

  “You mean to say, she gave the orders?”

  Abby gave him another nodded.

  Felix tilted his head as he pondered things differently. “We’ve been looking at this all wrong then. We assumed it was Pavel giving orders and some of the orders just never made sense to us but if she was giving them she had a different purpose didn’t she?”

  “She was always on the phone to someone in Russia. She spoke Russian but never taught me the language, although I did learn some words growing up. They taught my brother but mostly ignored me.”

  “Are you bitter about all of that?”

  “God no.” She shook her head. “It’s just the way it was. They preferred Alexi to me and that left me alone to pursue my own interests. I chose to read and learn new things.” She twisted her hands nervously.

  Felix reached out and took her hand into his. “Please stop. You’re breaking my heart here.”

  “I need some sort of distraction then. I can’t bear my own thoughts right now.”

  Felix hesitated to offer his suggestion but finally he said, “I know one way to distract you.”

  Abby looked up at him and saw the twinkle in his eyes. She reached up and brushed his chest with her fingers. “Oh, yeah?” she whispered in surprise at his meaning. “Why me?”

  “Because the moment I saw you I wanted you.”

  “Really? Cuz I thought you looked ready to kill me the first time you saw me,” she quipped.

  “Oh, I was ready to do both,” he assured her. “When I knew Sergi was safe from anything you might do to him, my thoughts turned to... shall we say better ideas?”

  “And you think I’m a better idea?” she asked.

  “I think you could be.”

  She smiled softly. “Shall we find out then?”

  He leaned down and brushed his lips on hers. Abby felt a spark jump between them and she wanted more. She grasped the back of his head and nudged him closer.

  Felix moved closer and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up off the floor. Pressing her against the windowpane, he closed in on her. He moved her, so he could settle into her cradle and rammed himself against her core. Even through their clothing, he could feel her heat and he wanted it. He broke the kiss and took several deep breaths. “I want you.” He whispered.

  “I want you too, you big oaf.” She smiled.

  Felix actually laughed at this. “Are you certain? I mean I am older than you by a good number of years.”

  “Age is only a number,” she insisted as they kissed again. “You are a man of experience and I will only benefit from that experience.”

  “Oh, I’ve got some things to show you all right.” He growled as tightened his hold and carried her into the bedroom.

  Chapter Ten

  They both flopped down on the bed.

  Felix began undressing her. His fingers were nimble as he unbuttoned her shirt. Opening her shirt, he gasped at the sight that awaited him. Her breasts swelled and spilled over the silk and lace of her bra. He couldn’t wait to taste her skin.

  He licked the top of her breasts and could feel the silkiness of her. Her scent rose up and reminded him of pure vanilla beans and wild flowers. He couldn’t’ stop himself as he brought the cups of her bra down and her breasts popped free. He groaned as her rosy red nipples stared him in the face. His lips closed over one of her hard buttons as he suckled it into his mouth.

  Then it was Abby’s turn to moan as her blood turned to lava. Her fingers dug into the back of his head and she pressed him closer. His hand dropped down to the waistband of her pants and again, he nimbly undid the button, then pulled down the zipper. Next, his hand pushed inside her jeans. He was reaching for her warm core, seeking its heat.

  He found it and when he pushed his finger down into her underwear, the scent of her arousal hit his nose and she smelled divine to him. He led a trail of kisses down her body until he came to the band of her panties.

  He pulled off her jeans and she lifted her ass to help him then he tore her panties from her hips and buried his nose in her core. Her scent aroused him like no other woman and he buried his tongue deep inside her.

  Abby widened her legs and pushed his head into her as she whimpered in need.

  Felix groaned and pushed a finger into her as well. She was tight but he worked his finger in slowly. When her juices were flowing well, her arousal overwhelmed him. He licked and suckled her button as she writhed on the bed, begging for more. He didn’t stop, as he couldn’t seem to get enough of her flavor. It was a heady mix of sweetness like he’d never tasted before. He lost himself in the act of pleasuring her and her gushes spurred him on.

  Finally, she screamed out his name as she came into his greedy mouth. Grasping for him and sounding breathless, her fingers plucked at his shirt and Felix growled and backed away for a moment to rid himself of his shirt.

  He laid on his back just long enough to rid himself of his pants and then rolled around on top of her again. His hard cock was cradled near her core
and when his lips crushed hers, he began dry humping her and soon she was arching her back as the second climax took her. He edged closer then and pushed his cock deep inside her. He eased himself in and when he was balls deep, he shivered. He fit so well inside her it was as if he was meant to be there. She was made for him and he knew it. He began to pump in and out of her and soon he was lost to her. He’d never lost control before and it bewildered him but he just couldn’t stop.

  Her pull was so strong. Her fingers dug deep into his shoulders and she fairly screamed out his name when she came the third time. But not even that stopped Felix, he stroked her again and again and then a third time before he felt the zap at the small of his back. He roared as he pushed deep inside and painted her walls with his seed.

  Abby arched her back again and wordlessly screamed as she flew over the abyss yet again, but this time he was coming in her and it doubled the pleasure for them both.

  When Felix was finished sweat dripped off his forehead and landed on the pillow next to her. He groaned and laid his head in the crook of her neck. “That was like no other experience I’ve ever had before,” he breathlessly whispered in her ear. “What is about you that draws me in?”

  Abby opened her eyes and studied him carefully. “I’m sure I don’t know but I feel the same. I’ve never let a man get so close to me before.”

  Felix’s eyes opened a bit wider. “Never? How is that possible?”

  “Pavel and Greta watched over me carefully. I’m pretty sure they had my husband chosen for me. In fact, she told me she had one in mind all ready.”

  “Who? You don’t mean that old man, Anton, do you?” He growled as he slid off to her side.

  “Yes, that was the man if you could call him that. He’s a monster really. He likes young girls to break their spirit when he breaks their bodies. I told her if he touched me, I would turn over the evidence I had on her neighbors to the Bratva.” Abby paused. “Well I guess, I’ve already done that.”

  “Anton Vericovik?” Felix demanded harshly. “Da I saw his name in your notebook.” He looked down at her thighs and saw the smear of red. He snapped his gaze toward her. “Why? Why did you give me something that you can only give once in your lifetime?”

  “Because for once in my life, I had a choice. I was free to choose something. I knew what I was doing and I chose to do it anyway.” She turned to him and pushed him on his back. Then she crawled on top of him and ground her wet core down on his hardening cock. “I chose you and I will again and again as long as you’ll have me. I never felt so free before than just now with you. I know one day, you may no longer want me, but until that day comes, I will enjoy you and all your glory.”

  Felix chuckled. “All my glory?”

  She nodded and blushed a bit. “Oh yes, what you made me feel was nothing less than glorified.”

  With her words and her soft wet heat against him, Felix felt himself grow hard and when she ground herself against him again, he managed to slip inside her. He sank in deep and they both groaned in unison. He grasped her hips to lift her up and dropped her down again. Over and over again and again. She threw her head back and he couldn’t help but admire her form.

  This time, he couldn’t last and he knew it but at least he could make it good for her. He lifted his hand from her hip to her clit. Rubbing it in sensuous circles, her core tightened around his cock.

  She closed her eyes and whimpered softly with a complete blissful look on her face. She was so close then all it took was his low guttural groan and she was flying. She ground her hips down on his and he was chasing her over the edge.

  She fell down on his chest and Felix wrapped his arms around her. They lay there for a few minutes while getting their breath back.

  “I don’t know about you, but I could sure use a nap,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Mmmm, that sounds about right,” she whispered back as she slid to his side.

  He held her close. “Sleep little one,” Felix soothed. “You’re safe here. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

  Pavel let the shadow of darkness fall before he signaled his men. They were in the shadows of the hotel Yuri Anatoly owned and operated. They had planned this all day at the docks. He bombed Abby’s car himself to send her a message. She’d better keep her mouth shut. Not that she knew about him. She assumed he was dead. It had been better for him with the smuggling ring. No one knew who ran it and they certainly wouldn’t know a dead man was in charge of it. No one but a few knew the truth of his identity. It was how he had remained elusive when that Roman guy was having him watched a couple of years back.

  Years ago, Greta had been the one to devise this plan. In fact, she had been the one with the idea of the heist back in Russia. A smart woman, but he had messed it up. Greta had always been at his side... A strong woman and loyal. They had both kept an eye on Sergi for all these years and when they heard he’d taken an American wife, they truly believed he would come here someday and to Yuri’s hotel for sure. Yes, he knew of how they all operated. The Blood brothers and all of it. He’d kept his eyes on them for years.

  He and his group knew Sergi Constantine was holding his wife and granddaughter here. Pavel knew Sergi thought he was dead. Abby would have told him he died four years ago, so he had the element of surprise on his side. Maybe it would be enough to get the upper hand.

  He was going to need the upper hand when it came to dealing with Sergi. He growled under his breath when he remembered how he’d thought he’d left Sergi dead in that alley so many years ago. He had learned a year later, that Sergi had lived, but that did not take away Pavel’s thirst for revenge on the man who had ruined everything for him back in Russia.

  Over the last forty years, he had endure many hardships, he came here with practically nothing to his name. He built up a business that might not be legal but it suited him just fine. He raised his son to follow in his footsteps then lost him because his son couldn’t stay out of a married woman’s bed. Then he raised his granddaughter after his son was long gone. He might feel she was worthless but she would bring a good price for marriage.

  But first, he had to get his wife back and his granddaughter. Then when Sergi least expected it, Pavel would strike again. This time, he would make sure he was dead.

  Chapter Eleven

  Pavel slipped into the service elevator and got off on the first floor. He knew the security floors were down two floors but he couldn’t get to them directly. He would have to find another way down.

  He met up with Boyra and together, they found the steps leading downstairs to the security floors. Boyra had done his research and found a guide to show them exactly where to go.

  They slipped down the steps and they footsteps echoed in the stairwell. “Are you sure they have her?” Boyra asked.

  “Da, I’m sure. You saw them take her this morning and we’ve been watching the place all day,” Pavel told him. “They didn’t even come out when Abby’s car blew up. They still have both of them. I’m here to get my wife back.”

  “And your granddaughter? Are you going to take her back too?”

  “What for?” Pavel wanted to know. “She’s no use to me now.”

  “Not even for a union with Anton?” Boyra asked.

  Pavel shrugged. “You know Anton likes them young and untried. By this time one of the bastards has had her, I’m sure.” He shrugged. “She’s no better than a whore now, just like her mother was before she died.”

  “You don’t know that Pavel,” Boyra tried to reason with him.

  Pavel shrugged. “Maybe, but I know what type of man Sergi was forty years ago. If he’s even touched my Greta, I will kill him myself. Only this time, I’ll make sure I do the deed right.”

  When they came to the door leading to the security, Pavel stayed tight against the wall and sprayed the camera with blackout paint. Boyra bent down and picked the lock but before they opened the door, Pavel stuck a mirror under the door and angled it to see into the room. They needed to know if th
ere were any of Yuri’s men in the room before they burst in there.

  But the room was empty. Pavel opened the door silently and stepped inside. Boyra stepped in behind him and closed the door. The room was large enough to be sure and it had some cells in it but the cells in this room were all empty.

  “What the bloody hell?” Pavel swore softly. Looking around the room, he growled, “Where the hell is she? She should be here but she’s not. Where the hell is she?”

  “It there a second cell room do you think?” Boyra asked as he pulled a map from his pocket that they had taken from the office of city planning. He spread the map out but after looking at it for a moment, they couldn’t find a second room for cells.

  Boyra looked up from the map and finally saw a door opposite from the one they came in. He pointed it out to Pavel.

  Pavel drew his weapon and started for the door. He and Boyra were there and as he reached for the knob and pushed the door open a bit he saw his wife sitting in a chair.

  Her arms were bound to the arms of the chair and she was gagged. When Greta saw them, she began shaking her head and looking to the side of the door.

  Pavel stepped back just in time for a gun to be shoved into his face. He ducked and swiveled to the side of the door.

  Boyra walked into the weapon and was struck down to the floor.

  Pavel reached inside his pocket and grabbed one of the discs he had inside. Andric assured him the discs wouldn’t exploded but would emit a stunning effect on whoever was in the room when it went off. He threw it down on the floor and ran away. He heard and felt the effect of the disc but he was far enough away that it barely stopped him. He did hear Boyra cry out as the disc popped and he heard another man swear as well as Greta scream from behind her gag.

  But Pavel didn’t stop in the aftermath of the stun disc. He rushed back to the door they’d come through and he ducked out just as a shot rang out. The ping penetrated the doorjamb and wood splintered as he rushed to the stairwell. When he paused on the other side of the doorway, he locked the door and jammed a key into the lock He twisted the wrong key into the lock and broke it off just as someone on the other side rattled the doorknob.