by KJ Dahlen
Pavel then dashed up the steps and out of the building, disappearing into the darkness. He didn’t stop until he was blocks away.
He slowed his steps then keeping to the shadows he went back to the boarding house where he’d been living at. He had failed tonight in his objective to free his wife and lost a good man in the process. He didn’t know if Boyra was alive or dead but he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. Not anymore.
He would have to find another way in. He opened the door to his rooms and there were several men waiting for him. One of them was Sajeff Blanko, Boyra’s brother. Another was Anton Vericovok. Boris Nicovic and Andric Yetivif.
Sajeff kept looking behind him then he turned to Pavel and asked, “Where is Boyra?”
“Our mission failed and he was taken. There was nothing I could do.” He snarled at his friends.
“What happened?” Boris asked.
“They were expecting something,” Pavel grumbled. “The cell area was empty and when we checked a door at the back of the room, they had Greta sitting bound and gagged. Before we could free her, we were set upon by others. The last I saw of Boyra he was going down due to them using a gun on him.”
“How did you escape without injury then?” Boris wanted to know. He pointed at the other man’s cheek. “Well, not completely uninjured I see.”
Pavel wiped his face and brushed a drop of dried blood from his cheek. He must have got that when the shot hit the doorjamb. “I told you shots were fired.
“So now we have three to rescue,” Boris commented.
“Only two.” Pavel snarled. “Greta and Boyra.”
“What about my Abby?” Anton demanded. “Your Greta promised me her.”
Pavel hit the other man in the chest. “I have no doubt it was Abby that gave us all up. She is dead to me and the next time I see her, I will put a bullet in her head.”
“Like you did to your own son.” Andric growled.
“Da, just like I did my own son. He couldn’t follow the rules!” Pavel screamed. “Everyone follows the same rules. Rules are in place for a reason.”
“Da they are and by now, we all know why don’t we?” Boris snarled. “You have us following a set of rules that you couldn’t follow forty years ago. These are Bratva rules.”
“And now, because of these same rules, we are living the lives of kings not jesters,” Pavel commented. “Each and every one of us now has more money than we can spend in our natural lives, don’t we?”
“Da, but most of that money is not in our hands is it?” Boris stated with a glare.
Pavel shook his head. “We will get Greta out, we have to. We protect only ourselves and no one else.”
“So you think one of them betrayed us?” Andric asked.
“It had to be Abby.” Pavel nodded. “Greta never would have turned her back on us. She has money at stake here too.”
“Would Abby know everything about us or only guess at what she thinks she knows?” Boris asked.
Pavel shrugged. “She knew more than I had once believed, I think. But she isn’t the only one who’s been sniffing around our operation,” he informed them. “Roman Salizar has been watching us for a while now too.”
Boris nodded. “Da, he and his men have been watching us go out and come back. They haven’t done anything yet, but we may have to change up our route if we want to stay in business.”
“We can work on that later, right now we have two people to get back.” Pavel growled.
“We set off a car bomb earlier and had people scrambling to get away.” Anton suggested.
Pavel shook his head. “But it wasn’t enough to evacuate the hotel.”
“So what?” Anton grumbled. “Now we set a charge inside the hotel.”
Pavel shook his head. “We would never get inside. They are obviously on alert as we are coming after Greta and Timor.”
“Not inside my friend.” Anton looked at him and smiled. “We can go under or over and we wouldn’t even have to be seen.” He shrugged then added, “Up would be better I’m thinking. If we create a big enough explosion, we should be able to just walk in and get them both out without even being seen. It will be chaos with people trying to get out. They won’t even see us.”
“What are you saying?”
“I hear Yuri has a penthouse suite and penthouse usually means he’s on the top floor. I imagine he has guest suites on the top floor as well. Constantine himself might even be on the top floor.” Anton smiled slowly. “If we can get to the roof and set a big enough charge, we can take out the entire top floor. That would effectively get rid of our problem by taking out the major players. If we take out enough of them, we could take their place here and end up ruling New Orleans.”
Pavel nodded, liking the idea a lot. “And if we use the chaos of the bomb going off, we could just walk in and get our people and walk out with no one the wiser.” Pavel smiled showing his rotten teeth. He had several missing teeth and the ones he did have were tobacco stained, as was his beard. He turned to Andric. “You build us a bomb big enough to do some serious damage while we figure out a way to get it to the top of the building. It has to be big enough to do the damage but not so big, we can’t carry it.
“Da, I know.” Andric growled. “I know what I’m doing you fools. I will fly the bomb there!” He stomped away and went through the door to the balcony he shared with the room next door, which happened to be Andric’s room.
Chapter Twelve
Fingers caressed him as Felix slept. Light feathery touches ran along his skin. It woke him, but just barely. Abby was exploring his body and Felix lay there while allowing her to make herself happy.
“You are so magnificent, Felix. So powerful all over and your skin is like steel, yet satiny,” she whispered to him. Her lips then trailed kisses where her fingers had been before. She licked him along his chest then moved lower to his belly, her mouth leaving a warm, wet trail.
Finally, as she licked the tip of his cock, Felix growled. Reaching up, he cradled the back of her head and leaning up, he crushed her lips with his. He felt the surge of heat rush to his cock and groaned with hunger, as he tasted her.
Climbing on top of him, she set her wet folds down onto him. He felt the heat from her core soaking his cock and he almost dry fucked her.
He felt her wetness and he knew he couldn’t wait. Slipping down along her jaw, he spread kisses down along her neck and chest. When he licked and nibbled down to her nipples, it was her turn to groan as he bit down gently on her nipple.
His hands slipped down to her core and he could feel her heat then flipped her onto her back and guided his cock into her slit. Plunging his hips forward, he buried himself deep inside her. He filled her up in one stroke.
Rolling his hips, he filled her up again and again.
She began to chant, “Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Oh, my god...”
Felix grinned at her response. He flipped her onto her hands and knees then pounded into her from behind. She felt so good, almost caressing as his cock filled her warm wet depths. Again, he began to lose his control and he couldn’t get it back. But at this moment he didn’t care. She felt too good to stop and he couldn’t do that either.
He felt the adrenaline rush through his body and he knew he was going to come but he didn’t want to until she came. He moved his hand down and found her button and the moment he touched it, she climaxed while screaming his name. He felt her walls tighten on his cock and that was enough to bring him over the edge.
He roared her name and flooded her insides with his essence. For a moment, it seems as if they were frozen in time, then time began again and he collapsed onto the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him to her. When she finally allowed him to slide down next to her, Felix gathered her close.
She started to wiggle herself free but he wouldn’t let her go. After a few more minutes of her wiggling, he slapped her bare ass and told her to go to sleep. Abby settled down and soon, they were both
sleeping again, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Felix groaned as he felt movement beside him. It was barley daylight and he felt as if he hadn’t slept all night. He felt tiny kisses being spread all over his chest again, just like earlier and then he caught a faint scent in the air. Her scent. Abby. She was here with him.
He’d thought last night had been a dream. It hadn’t seemed real the first time they’d made love, or even the second time but this time he was awake and he knew this was no dream. His body was on fire for her and when her lips kissed his nipple, he flew into action. Throwing her gently on her back, he pounced.
His lips smothered hers and his hands gripped her hips. His cock was already hard and he knew exactly where to go. When he surged into her, he groaned at her wetness. She was just as ready as he was it seemed and for that, he was grateful. Their coupling was hard and fast but they didn’t mind.
Felix was a little on the brutal side but Abby only moaned as he took her. His control had snapped the moment she licked his nipple and he had no excuse for what he was doing to her. She screamed when she flew over the edge and he growled with pleasure as he lost himself in her body.
Sweat dripped off his skin and splashed on her chest as they both recovered from the intense coupling. Felix groaned as he moved to her side and flopped on his back. “Oh my god, woman are you trying to kill me?” he whispered.
“No, that’s the last thing I want.” She giggled.
Felix leaned up on his elbow and gazed at her. His grin fell away when he noticed the fresh pink bruises he had given her. “What the fuck?” he whispered. He gazed over her body and sighed. “I’m sorry—”
Abby placed her hand over his mouth. “Please don’t be sorry. I’m not. I needed this as much as you did.”
Felix raised an eyebrow at her statement. Removing her hand, he kissed her fingers and said, “Just for the record, I don’t usually leave bruises on the women I sleep with.”
“I wear these bruises proudly.” She turned her gaze to the window and noted the sunlight streaming into the room. Glancing over at the clock, she groaned. “I suppose we better get up for the day.”
Felix wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. Instead, he sat up on his side of the bed and got to his feet. Walking around to her side, he held out his hand. When she put her hand in his he led her to the bathroom and started the shower. Helping her inside, he watched as she bathed herself. When she was done, he took the soap from her and ran it slowly over his own skin. He watched her eyes follow his movements and he smiled slightly as she watched him soap up his cock.
Stepping up under the warm water, he allowed the water to cascade over his body. Then he reached for the shampoo. Squirting an amount into his hands, he turned to step behind her. Then he motioned for her to wet her hair.
Abby did as he requested and stepped back.
Felix applied the shampoo to her hair and began massaging her head. Working the shampoo in, he heard her soft moan and felt this body respond. When she stepped under the water again, Felix moved to whisper in her ear, “If you don’t want to get fucked again, please get out of the shower while you still have a chance to leave. Otherwise, I’m not going to guarantee anything.”
Abby felt his cock digging into her ass and she moaned again. She didn’t move and after a long moment, Felix didn’t give her an opportunity to leave again. Instead, he pushed her hands against the tiled wall and he bent her forward. Then he slammed into her from behind.
She gasped but didn’t stop him and he wouldn’t have let her if she did try. His control was all but gone by the fourth stroke and by the seventh stroke, he was reaching around in front of her, pinching and playing with her wet nipples. It didn’t take her long after this to lose herself in ecstasy and he followed her over the edge three strokes later.
The water was cooling by the time Felix came back to his senses and reached around to shut it down. “Fuck woman... you are trying to kill me,” he whispered in her ear.
Abby whimpered and could barely move. “More like you’re trying to kill me.”
Felix chuckled. “Come on, we have to get dressed and see what today will bring.”
Abby went quiet. “Maybe I don’t want to.”
He smiled at her. “This will all be over soon. I promise.”
Abby didn’t look convinced but she got out and dried off.
A pounding on Felix’s door made them both freeze as they were just about half dressed.
Felix grabbed the gun from the top of his dresser and headed for the door.
Roman was on the other side.” We had company last night. Main suite...5 minutes.” He leaned to the side a bit and spotted Abby dressing. “Well, maybe ten.” He raised a brow at Felix then turned and headed down the hall.
“What’s going on?” Abby whispered.
Felix shut the door with a growl as he put his gun down on the bed and grabbed his pants. “You’d better put that shirt on and your shoes. This might not be good news.”
Abby grabbed her shirt but didn’t bother with her bra as she dressed quickly.
They both went down the hall and joined the others.
Sergi, Yuri and several of the others were there waiting for her.
“What’s happening?” she asked softly.
The men all looked pissed
“Your grandfather just tried to extract his wife,” Roman told her. “He thought to just walk into our cell area and take her. He walked in as bold as brass. Him and another man. When we tried to stop him, he ran leaving the other man behind. But before he left, he set off a stun device.”
“By the time we recovered our wits, he was gone, and we couldn’t find him.” Yuri shook his head. “Do you have any idea where he might have gone? And where the hell did he get the stun device?”
Abby shrugged. “One of his friends can make any device they need. I think his name is Andric. I put everything I knew about his friends in that notebook.”
“Yes, you did.” Sazon nodded. “We should have read more than the first couple of pages I guess. We hadn’t got to Andric yet.”
“Is everyone all right?” Abby asked as she rubbed her upper arms.
“Our men are fine,” Yuri assured her. “Boyra was knocked out by the device and your grandmother was thrown backward in her chair. She hasn’t come around yet.”
Abby shrugged. “I’m sorry your men got hurt.” She looked over at Felix then turned back to Yuri. “Did Pavel turn and run?”
Yuri hesitated then nodded slowly.
“Do you know what they’ll try to do next?” Sergi asked her. “We could use your help on this.”
“I don’t know what they will do next. I don’t think like they do.”
“Your grandparents must love each other greatly for him to commit such a bold move to get her back,” Sergi stated as he stared at her.
Abby snorted. “They can barely stand to be in the same room together but he and his cohorts need Greta. She’s the one that plans their next move, she’s the one who takes care of setting up the runs and she holds the purse strings.” She turned to Sergi “In case you didn’t know it before, my grandfather can’t read and write. He never could. He’s dyslexic. Letters don’t mean anything to him. My older brother was the same way. Greta does everything for him, that’s why he came after her. When they began this venture, Greta wanted something so she was part of this. She wanted control of the money. So for the last almost ten years, she’s been their banker. They also made a deal that this plan would only last ten years and then the money would be split up. They need her free to get the money.”
Sergi smiled. “Well, that is an interesting twist isn’t it? All we have to do is keep her in order to bring them to us.”
“What all can this man Andric do?” Roman asked.
Abby shrugged. “I imagine he could do just about anything they would need him to do, why?”
Roman turned to his brothers and Sergi. “If he could say build a car bomb, he could build on
e big enough to bring down a hotel, could he not?”
Sergi nodded. “I hope my surprise will distract them before they come up with a plan like that.”
Chapter Thirteen
Apparently, something disturbing had transpired and Sergi Constantine placed orders for his group to ascend on a small neighborhood outside of New Orleans.
Viktor was familiar with the area, very familiar indeed. The enforcers had a base here for over a year now, as most of the team had their wives here. They all had wives in America. The rest of the team were either single or had women elsewhere in the world.
Matvey had remained single, as were some of the ghosts. He just hadn’t met a woman that would change his mind about being single or so he’d said. The work as an enforcer could have you gone from your base for times up to a month. Most often, they finished in a week however.
It had surprised Viktor at first though that this assignment was so close to the very place they called home. It was why he was able to assemble a team and a plan within a couple of hours. This officially meant another mission from the Bratva council, but he knew this one wouldn’t take long. Viktor smiled. Some old men thinking they could take on Yuri’s men. Idiots.
He was also told by Sergi that these men were on some of Viktor’s outstanding list. He was happy to hear this and he looked. Yes, all the names he’d been given were men wanted by the Bratva council. Men they had been searching for. Old men by now, but still wanted for crimes they’d committed in Russia. America was often the place where most of these criminals could be found, as it seemed all of them usually tried to hide out here in the USA.
The team had all arrived, just on the outskirts of Bayou Cane...
Ivan sat in one SUV, he was their interpreter when needed, and the muscle. Trained in all the weapons and fighting styles any of them each specialized in, including being a sniper.