**X-rated Image.** “Easy, Pakhan. You've wounds remember?” Leonid's voice booms into my ears as I pummel my right fist into the punch bag while he pummels the punch bag too from the other side with one of his hands.Beads of sweat drizzle down my skin as I channel all my focus on the exercise I’m carrying out. After our flight from the hospital two days ago, my mind has been entirely brimmed with different thoughts, starting from the mastermind of the attack and the girl whose Slavic face has stuck to my head like an X-rated image.Fuck. Fuck.I can’t douse the curiosity ricocheting through me about finding out who the girl is but I haven’t so much as slip out of this hideout I and my men were able to secure after we fled from the hospital.After our arrival in the States, we lodged in an upscale bed and breakfast in Brooklyn but following the clusterfuck at the club and the Feds implacable efforts in laying their fucking hands on me, I had second thoughts about spending a damn night
**Be on your fours** “I can help ease your pains in some other ways, you know.” The little ginger nurse I hired croons under her breath while wrapping a new, clean band-aid around my side. The graze of her fingers against my skin makes me feel aroused.Her eyes hold a sharp glint as she tucks her lips between her teeth. I begin to scrutinize her skin, her deft fingers, and her small, pink lips. I’ve no doubt as small her she is she has been fucked by at least five different men because her gestures are that of a professional whore.Ah, how can I forget? Nurses are the real deal when it comes to sex. Funny enough, I can only attest to this because I fucked three different nurses back in Russia.They give good head and their pussy is always wet and ready. Those creatures can send a man to heaven by just catching a glimpse of their dribbling pussy.One of my caregivers in Russia is also a nurse and I’ve had her countless times. As I watch the ginger girl graze her fingers down my torso w
**I own New York.*** As Benson stand-up in front of me, I hear my men and his click their triggers. The sounds making me seethe. I don’t know his agenda. I don’t even wish to know at this moment because my men and I are still recuperating from the attack meted against us at his club.So if he’s here for his own crossfire because of the chaos, I’ll say we ain’t ready, and besides, his men outnumbers mine.Yes, I promised to lie low and cause no pandemonium, but whatever happened at that club wasn’t my fault.But…wait a minute.Is Benson here with the FBI who must be scouring everywhere for me?Shit!I hope not.As that dizzying thought flashes through my mind I swivel my head back and study the men I regarded as Benson’s lackeys, initially. I failed to glimpse at them more accurately before, but now I do.The six hulk, muscled men are in dark sunnies, dark suits and earpieces.I don’t see anything that hints about the FBI on them. At that thought, my racing heart cools, but the curiosi
**Run!** “Yeah, I’ll be there soon.” I spout into the phone as Lily’s words rush into my ears. Lilly is my roommate and classmate in school and she has called to inform me about the instructions given for our forthcoming practical chemistry.I’ve always wanted to study Medicine as my major in school but I never knew it could be more than stressful. Either ways, it’s the zeal that keeps me going if not I might have call it quits.Oh, plus the fact that I don’t want the stress of writing another SAT exams. The one I wrote before being admitted in the school was beyond stressful. I literally burn out during my lessons. So calling it quits now is never my plan.I quickly shoot up from the bed, my hair cascading down my temples while I throw my head back and yearn. I really appreciate Lilly's relentless effort on watching my back for me because my side job sometimes make me unavailable in school which I abhor but what choice do I have?Literally, no choice.My father like I said before nev
***devil's queen.*** Call me a paranoia, call me a fool, still, I won’t give a dime. My life is precious to me so I can’t have the people that shot the strange Kozlov and bartender find me. I know I shouldn’t have pried. I shouldn’t have gone to the club in search of someone who merely stole my first kiss. To him, it might have been just a kiss. A kiss he initiated just for fun. Or rather, a kiss he initiated to wish me good luck ahead because it’s a new year. Well, I wonder why I’m acting childish. Sharing kisses on a new year is common in the States and certainly, there are others like me who got kissed by strangers on that night even if it’s not at the club. So why in hell did I suddenly feel the need to look for the stranger? A stranger that looks nothing less than dangerous. His cologne smells like danger. His thick leather cologne hammers red light in my ears. So after the red flag, I actually went in search of him? Now I know that was so stupid of me to do and in my bid to
**Open your mouth** I home in my focus on my computer screen, unwilling to tear my attention away from it. Not even when the ginger nurse whom I scared a day ago finishes wrapping my sling and band-aid around me.I thought at first that she'll cower away after I scared her but the ginger girl proves me wrong. She returned again today. Well, with as much self control as she can gather. I have no string of doubt that my actions doused her lust for me a beat.However, I’m morbidly curious as to what’s transpiring on the screen before me.“I’m done…” The ginger nurse utters, breaking my utmost concentration. Yikes!I give her a quick nod and gesture to the wads of dollar notes seated on my desk. Quietly, she picks it up as well as her medical box and flee from my sight.As the door hits close, I blow out strings of breath and dive my eyes back at the screen. To my surprise, the girl, Dawn, whom Akim has gone to watch as I had ordered began running across the street right after speaking wi
**Pleasure me** I watch the ginger nurse stand up while wiping the corners of her mouth stained with my cum. She licks it endearingly but I don’t give a shit. I slide my cock into my shorts and head to the fridge.“I made a pancake for you.” Her words makes me pause a tad and I regard her from over my shoulders.With a sigh, I refocus on the items filled in the fridge. I latch on the plate of Apple pie Leonid managed to make before leaving for his mission of searching for any clue that can lead me to the assassins.Bringing the plate out, I head to the microwave to nuke the pie. I feel the ginger girl’s eyes on me as I effortlessly lumber to the microwave stead.“Don’t you like the pancakes?” She asks.Heck!This little bitch is becoming something else. I think she wants ultimate attention from me but hell, I can’t bring myself to do that with her.I mute while nuking the pie and she just stares. When she has burn out her energy in the stares, she whirl around and zoom off.Women will
***pervert boss*** I blow out a quick breath as I move towards the counter of Mari Vanna restaurant. I started working here part time when I got admitted in Fordham and to be honest, the paycheck has helped me to foot my bills and save some for unforeseen circumstances. But my boss is really a hard knot to crack. He's always at my throat which makes working here impossible sometimes. I wish I can have a simple life where I don’t work for anyone but be a boss on my own. The smell of cheese wafts the air, and into my nostrils as I approach the kitchen door. At the counter, I just exchange a few smiles and glances with one of the workers. I don’t know her name, but she started a few days to my days off for Christmas holiday. I flutter the kitchen door open, and get graced by the sight of workers wrapped in our usual apron that has the restaurant’s logo on it. The chief chef, Alina, who happens to be among the Russian that works here sends a cable of greetings towards me. “Oh, 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
>>>>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
****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
****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
>>>>>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.
>>>>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
*****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’
>>>>>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
>>>>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