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His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 43. Dima.
***You eavesdrop on us?*** “How were you able to find out where I was?” I laugh lightly because I don’t expect that to be her first question. She should know by now that after staking my claim on her as my possession I’ll keep my eyes on her. That I gave her some space to figure out who she belongs to and accept her fate doesn’t mean I’ll back away from monitoring her moves. Infact, I’m filled with excitement knowing that I came back to check up on her myself until she got home. Had I not done that, Dawn would have been raped or something like that. All these thieves that fill the streets of Russia are also here in the States. The only difference is that in Russia they can rob in daylight without anyone interrupting them but here in the States, they only operate at night. The moment I saw Dawn glide through the dark alleyway something trickled through me. It screamed of danger. So I asked Akim to drive through the other street. My instinct is always right. When I saw someo
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 44. Dawn.
***A replacement?*** “Time to sleep.” Dima says casually as he shoos me to the bed. The dizzying, tender kiss he gives me has my head reeling, my inside growing warm with need. I feel how embarrassingly drenched my panties are. It takes all my confidence and pride not to pull him in for another kiss, not to beg him to pull my panties down and locate his finger in my swollen cunt. “Here…” He murmurs as he sits me on the bed and begins to pull off my blood-soaked jacket and shirt. “Where should I throw this?” He asks with a cocked brow and I instinctively frown at his words. He just asked where he can throw my jacket and shirt away? Something I bought from my favorite thrift store and has used for over a year now. I try to stand up and snatch the fabric from him but he ducks back. “You can’t struggle this with me, Dawn. You'll open your wounds.” He says, coolly. It’s true though, the nurses told me to be cautious in what I do so as not to open the wounds again. If possible I shoul
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 45. Dima.
**What do you want in return?** “Speak the fuck up. Who sent you to assassinate her?” I bite out with roaring breath as I stick the electrocuting taser against the assailant's abdomen. His lips tremble yet he doesn’t speak. He only parts his mouth to release painful grunts. It’s been two days. For two days I’ve shackled and tortured him but he hasn’t spoken up. Wow, I honestly applaud these corporate assassins and their strength. Their unwillingness to expose the person that hires them or that owns them. They are as tough as my boys in Russia. Trained to withstand pains and torture. Trained to never speak the truth even at the point of death. That thought plants a new seed of anger in me and I draw back from the guy only to launch against him with the taser and dip it into his left eye. “Ahhh.” He yells, his body jerks, and dry lips cracks. We've used a few torturing tactics we use against criminals like him, like waterboarding him, lacerating his skin, and electrocution yet h
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 46. Dawn.
***You know I'm a mafia?*** As Dima looms over me, my heart begins to hammer crazily against my chest. He looks into my eyes with his midnight ones and I feel as though he's looking at my soul. Chills rise up in my spine. My palms are now slick with sweat. His appealing lather, Male scent caresses my nostrils. My attraction for him grows tenfold. I don’t know why I didn’t resist his orders these past two days. I went along with whatever he provided but all the while my mind was filled with thoughts about him. I woke up from sleep two hours ago, sweating because of the daydream I had where Dima was fucking me. I immediately began to feel my insanely soaked panties. Lilly rushed to me, trying to placate me because I was gasping for breath. The way Dima fucked me in the dream was so violent yet pleasurable. A pure blend of pleasure and pain. In the dream, he shackled me to a bedpost face down and bunch up my hips with the pillows he set underneath me. I stole a glance at him from
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 47. Dima.
***To choke on me.*** I can’t believe what I just heard. How did Dawn find out my identity? Is she…? Wait a sec… “How did you know that?” I keep my voice low so as not to scare her. “Don’t get me wrong, okay?” She blurts and I see the trembling of her lips. The lips I just consumed. As I was guzzling her lips with mine a while back, I’m made to believe Dawn wants me. This time it’s no longer an assumption. It’s real. The look she gave me spoke volumes And I knew without a shadow of a doubt she intentionally wanted to taste my patience, however, I loved how I claimed her lips out there. It's another means of telling people she belongs to me. Mine to claim. My possession. For a moment there I almost tell her that she looks like someone I know from my past. That I felt that familiarity the first day I saw her. I want to make her agree that she’s Russian and that she knows me. My instincts can’t be lying about that. I know Dawn from somewhere but I can’t remember because I blocked
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 48. Dawn.
***Horny priest.*** We exit the coffee shop with Dima holding my hand in his. It’s rough, tight, and soothing at the same time. He holds me as though he’s afraid I’d run. But scratch that, I’m not running from him again. I've come to accept him. His claims and ownership over me, I can see it’s not something I can escape. The man before me can and will do anything to pin me with him. He can find me even if I decide to run. He wants me as much as I want him. Yes, the kiss we shared a while ago is firm proof of that. He's a bratva member which makes him unavoidable, and inescapable from. Dima Kozlov has claimed me. It’s the truth I have to live with. The past few days have proven that to me. Going through the stress of finding a replacement for me at work, convincing my lecturers to share materials online with me, getting me a computer, and so on. He might be lethal, dangerous but he cares for me. Something I’ve never in my whole life thought I'd experience. I grew up hankering for
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 49. Dawn.
***Frat Party.*** Music blasts my ears as Mercy drives down the road. She screams and yells. Seeming overly excited about the frat party, I don’t know why. Mae isn’t left out too. These two girls can be something else. For a second I’m wondering whether breaking my virginity by a priest is worth celebrating. Whether there’s joy buried in it. The hood of the car is off and the faint glow of the sun shimmers down on us as Mercy and Mae groove to the music it draws people’s attention. Worse yet, we’re moving down to the highway which means she’s going to accelerate the speed of the car. Oh, my. It’s been a while since I felt their sheer madness honestly. Though, I somehow love this side of them. Living carefree life and doing the shits they love. I’ve never gotten a taste of that kinda life. It’s always been work, studies, work, and studies. The boring cycle that is me continues. Mae leans forward to the radio and changes the music to Rihanna’s beat “Work” and immediately gets to
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 50. Dima
****Who Owns Her.**** “These are some of the studio apartment I have for you, sir.” The realtor tries to pitch his voice above the music blaring in the club. Benson’s club. After I dropped Dawn this afternoon I had to return to Newfield for some work which took nearly six hours of my time. My portfolio manager literally clued me in on some of the newest things worth investing in, like a new shell company that was established in Morocco. Aside from my factory in Russia and some other shady businesses I do as a mafia I make series of investments in whatever I see potential in, for instance this newest oil company in Morocco. When my portfolio manager who happens to be an American told me about this, I had to seize the opportunity and gave him a go ahead order. I literally met the guy during the party we attended in Colombia. He came along with one of the mafia bosses he works for and introduced himself to me. When he told me what he specifically does I had to seize th
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His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 137. Dawn.
*****Epilogue.******Six months later.**The sounds of my laughter file through the air as Yulia fills me in on Dasha’s tantrums. Something the toddler lately developed. I laugh while shoving the food down my throat, feeling more happy and safe than I’ve felt in the past year. All my paranoia vanished and now I’m even adding more weight. Jeez. I never knew I had it in me. However, I’m not eating much as the doctor advised so it'll not make my baby fat in the belly, hence difficulty in giving birth. So, that means what’s making me add weight is happiness. Wow, I never knew it’s possible until I found myself in the position. The last six months have been a water shed in my life. I thought I’d lose my pregnancy after all the torture I went through but no. I got lucky that the doctors staunched the bleeding and saved my child. Now, my belly is out and my child is growing peacefully. Dima has never stopped fussing over me and the baby. Jeez, I never knew the man
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 136. Dima
>>>>The End.>>>>I’ve been sweeping in and out of consciousness since their last bout of torture. God, my body is nothing but a house of pain. The laser they zap my body with has roped tight my muscles. I whimper, feeling the wetness gathering on my thighs. What is happening? Am I bleeding? With fear, I start to wring on the seat so my shorts will hitch up mid-thigh to reveal the wetness that has pooled in my thighs. While in my struggling process, I hear heavy footsteps edging closer to me and I peer up. There he is, waddling closer to me with a harsh gleam in his eyes. He pauses before me and I stare up at him not wanting him to smell even a string of my fear and despair. Oleg leans closer and cradles my jaw with brute force, rage gleaming in his eyes. I shudder and my inside recoils as his eyes find their way into mine. “Your knight in shining armor is out to get you.” He chuckles darkly. His thumb flicks over my parched lips. I curse him for laying his filthy
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 135. Dima.
****FBI Blacksite.*****It’s hard to take in. My mind has been boggled ever since Mae revealed the truth to me. I still have some doubts. How in hell had Benson been my father without my knowing? It’s strange. It's so difficult to believe but the string of evidence Mae pulled together is foolproof. It wasn’t something she made up. No. It’s real. It’s the truth. Benson is my father. Benson is Oleg Arkadi Kozlov. The man behind my mother’s sufferings. Shit!! I can’t wait to send him into the depths of pain and let death embrace him. Not only had he caused the woman I loved pains by raping her. No, he went as far as to make her life at Vladimir’s estate a living hell. Even when she had found peace during the time Vladimir locked Benson in Volsk, he shortened her moments of happiness with the assassination. He murdered her just to be sure he never see her live a life of fulfillment. How heartless could he be? He not only hurt my mother he also hurt me. He ruined my chi
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 134. Dima.
****Take me as hostage.*****I never once thought something would ever make me anxious in my life. Not even when my mother was shot dead before my eyes. No. All I felt when I saw my mama lying in the pool of her own blood was raw anger. I wanted so much to exert revenge on Vladimir because I tagged him as the cause of our plight. I was never anxious. But…too bad I am now. I’ve been anxious since I figured Faustina is evil. I’ve been anxious since I found out she was behind it all. She threw my rypka to the wolves to devour. My woman is out there pregnant with my seed and without protection. Fuck! I grit my teeth at the gaping realization and shove my fingers through my hair. My mind has been overloaded with the possibility of the conditions she might have been subjected to by now. Shit, I can’t take this. I can’t bring myself to imagine my rypka being tortured. I can’t envision the pain she'd be feeling. I swear to avenge her and my child. But most of all, I pray this very
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 133. Dawn.
>>>>>You're Dima's father.>>>>Whispering voices fill the air around me as I wake from my deep slumber. I wheeze a breath but I figure my throat is dry. Totally dry. I try to wet my throat with my saliva but hell, I can barely muster enough to wet my dry throat. Where am I? How long have I been unconscious? All these questions fill my head but I can’t find any answer to it. I try to peer around but darkness falls into my vision. Hell, where is this? It’s more like I have a hood over my head. I try to jerk my hands but I can’t budge. I’m tied. At that, full-blown panic sets in and I begin to whimper, budging the restraints on my hands. “Hmmm…” I hum, seeking answers while I wrack my head for answers on what literally went down.How in hell did I end up here, manacled? With the fierce intensity which I wrack my mind, things start falling into place. The golden mask festival. My flight from Dima’s house to Moscow international airport. My landing in the U.S.
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 132. Dima.
>>>>It's about you and Dawn. I never knew fury can form balls and lodge into one's chest but now I do. I fucking do because the balls keeps rotating in my chest as I punish my Byki more. “Ahhh, Pakhan please!” Russell hoots in excruciating pains as I cut his finger. He was supposed to guard the entrance but the fucker left it open and was smoking pot with some of the soldiers, giving Dawn the opportunity to escape. I fucking never knew she had plans of escape. How in hell was she able to fucking do that? I fist his hair, my jaw sets as I smack Russell hard across the face again. For the past three days, I’ve been teetering on the edge of insanity knowing my woman is out there and can get in the clutches of the wolves. I’ve not in the least bit cleared my head nor closed my eyes because if I do, only images of Dawn with her bloating belly crash into my mind. How could she do this to me? How? The woman has my child with her yet she chose to flee from me. The night of
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 131. Dawn.
*****Freedom.******The day slips by in a blur. I can’t tell what got me engaged until it’s time for the festival to begin. My nerves are jumpy while my mind is in a state of unrest about what will happen in hours to come. All day, I just lock myself in the room, thinking the best possible way to escape from this estate. I know Dima’s men are everywhere . His soldiers are stationed at every corner of this fucking place which will only make my escape hard. Hell, if care is not taken they might catch me and bring me back to their boss and only God knows what Dima will do. I all but wrack my mind for a solution. The perimeter alarm might give me away or the drones that keep flying around the estate every twenty hours. God, as much as this sounds good, I mean my ticket to freedom sounds good, it’s risky. It’s only someone that’s versatile about Dima’s property that can make an easy escape. It’s making me doubt whether I'll continue with this escape plan. If perhaps I’
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 130. Dawn.
>>>>>Ticket to freedom.>>>>>The soft knock on the door has me stirring from my sleep. I’m not able to concede the person’s visit as the door flutters open and three of Dima’s servants strut into the room bearing a dresser. I scrunch my nose knowing what the cloth they are herding into the room is for. For the past two days, I have been fitting into different dress for the so-called golden mask festival. Fucking don’t see the need for that. Dima alongside Yulia had called on the best fashion designer they have here in Russia and about three of these people brought the best of their dresses, forcing me to wear them to see the one that would suit the occasion but in the end, Dima would end up disliking it. Just yesterday, the last of the fashion designer came and took my measurements, promising to make a unique dress for me that'll suit the occasion. That should be the dress the servants are wheeling into the room. And for them to bring it here, it only means Dima approves
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 129. Dima.
>>>>An Email.>>>>I pin my back to the door immediately I exit my room…Dawn’s room. My heart rolls with bitterness against my chest. She hates me. When I kissed her I felt her hunger for me. For my touch but something made her remember just the amount of hatred she has for me. It breaks me to know I’m the reason for this severed ties between us. I am the fucking reason. But should I fault myself? I can’t fault myself at all. All my life I’m wired to hate one man and that is Vladimir and by extension, his household. So, the rage I felt when I found out the mark that signifies Dawn as his printsessa can’t be vaporized. I almost acted on impulse at the hospital that night. Hell, I almost shot her. Had it been I wasn’t on the run, in my hands would her blood swim. But if I had killed her I’d have killed my child too…something that I’ve desired to have all my life. I want to have a baby with Dawn and now she’s pregnant, only I can’t get close to her because she hates
